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While talking on the phone, You Lan sighed and shook her head at George beside her.

Looking at You Lan's expression, George put on a mask of pain on his face, with a sad look on his face, and pulled his hair in annoyance.

Not long after, the investigation into the life returnees once again fell into a dilemma.

Based on the clues, everyone traced the commander of the combat team at that time, but the military said that he had retired long ago and only gave George an identity information, but there was no news about him since then.

Just a few days after the clues were lost, a similar gunfight broke out in the alley of Hell's Kitchen.

Everyone who was nearby at the time rushed to provide reinforcements, but they didn't expect that before they entered the alley, a sudden gunshot was heard.

This familiar sense of déjà vu made everyone's face change drastically and they rushed to the scene.

As expected, everything was both familiar and unfamiliar. There was only one person holding a pistol with his chest heaving at the scene, and the remaining six people all died on the spot.

Each of the dead men was holding an M4A1 and stopped breathing.

Faced with the survivors who were barely breathing, George didn't have time to think too much. He immediately started to treat the survivors, and this time he tried not to destroy the scene.

They have done everything they can, even things they didn't do in the past.

But it backfired.

Exactly the same scene, exactly the same events, exactly the same ending.

After investigating the scene, there was no remaining evidence at all, and all signs pointed to an internal conflict that broke out suddenly.

There were no extra footprints, no extra fingerprints, no extra guns, and no extra bullet casings at the scene.

Clean, the place is so clean.

After a simple on-site reconstruction, You Lan immediately determined that the first person to fall to the ground was the wounded man who died on the way, and it was also he who shot the last bullet.

The detectives from Ferbole originally thought that George was making a big fuss, but when they heard the news that the injured in the ambulance had died, they immediately gave up the idea.

One such incident can be considered a coincidence, but if the same thing happens a second time with preparation, it will no longer be a coincidence.

"It has been found out that the deceased in the ambulance was the former leader of their team, Ryan, whom we have been looking for for a long time."

Another piece of bad news that makes people feel dizzy.

Smith, dressed in a suit and tie and wearing sunglasses late at night, seemed out of place among them.

His identity is a military co-investigator.

But he is tall and strong, stands upright, has a reserved edge, and is very heroic.

Compared to the so-called auxiliary investigators of the military, he is more like a battle-hardened agent.

He has blond hair, is young and handsome, and always has a faint smile on his lips, appearing confident and calm.

A few days ago, Coulson, who came with him, was transferred away due to an emergency, leaving him to handle this incident.

He walked forward and took a look at the corpse and the splattered blood on the ground. Looking at the pattern of the splattered blood, Smith narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and looked towards the wall along the bloodstains on the ground.

He walked forward casually in the blood with his leather shoes, stood next to the wall in front of You Lan's dumbfounded gaze, and raised his hand and placed it on the wall.

George certainly did not underestimate Smith. He followed his steps closely and followed Smith's palm to see a bullet hole left there.

He stretched out his hand to try to touch the height of the bullet hole, but he couldn't reach it. Smith smiled without any change in his expression and said:

"Officer George, you are right. There was an eighth person at the scene, and it is very likely that this person left along the wall before we arrived, and then killed the last person."

"You mean Spider-Man!?" Hank exclaimed in disbelief.

The way of leaving along the wall makes people think of the famous Spider-Man at the first time.

How is this possible? How could it be Spider-Man? What kind of grudge does Spider-Man have against the Life Returner? How could he be able to do all this?

George shook his head with a serious expression. He must not jump to conclusions before finding out the truth.

Smith tapped his shoulder lightly with his fingers and said:

"This is Hell's Kitchen. The Life Returners have been hiding here. Officer George, do you know whose territory this is?"

"Here?" George was slightly stunned and said, "This is an area managed by the Huashui Gang. However, just two days ago, they were all caught in one fell swoop. Some died and some escaped. Hiding terrorists? They can't do that."

Nodding, Smith agreed with George's judgment. He suddenly thought of something and asked again:

"By the way, Officer George, do you know a legend that has been circulating in New York? The legend about gangsters."

"Are you talking about the Imperial organization in urban legends?" George asked thoughtfully.

You Lan also has a say in this:

“The Empire Organization is also known as the New York Gang, which seems to refer to all the gangs in New York. It is said that they are all secretly following the movements of the New York Gang, spreading their influence from New York to all aspects of the United States and affecting the entire world.

And secretly, the entire underworld empire has only one leader, who is the king of the entire underground world.

This legend is particularly prevalent in Hell's Kitchen, but our police have never found evidence of the existence of this criminal empire, let alone the king of the underworld.

It is probably just a fantasy made up by the gangsters through rumors and bragging."

Smith paused, looked at George and You Lan sternly and said:

"What if~ I said, this so-called imperial organization... really exists?"

"Does it really exist?" George and You Lan were secretly shocked, and cold sweat wet their backs in an instant.

On the contrary, Hank continued to sneer, while Foberer remained silent.

If there really was an organization in New York that was so deeply hidden and so widely involved, George couldn't imagine how much evil was hidden in it.

Smith's eyes were full of meaning. "Officer George, assuming that organization really exists, do you think there is a perfect explanation for why the Life Returners could hide here, right under the noses of the New York police?"

George opened his mouth but did not answer. Smith muttered to himself:

"I think the king of this underground world must know something, but unfortunately we can't ask him."

Looking at the bullet hole above his head, Smith said disappointedly:

"The second is Spider-Man. We can't find him and ask him if he knows anything..."

After a brief pause, Smith turned his head and looked at George:

"But there is one person...who may hold other clues."

With a slight sinking in his heart, George asked in a cold and hard tone:

"Who is this person you are talking about?"

"Charlotte," Smith replied calmly:

"The survivor of the first Arkham attack, and who you slightly concealed, was also the victim of the second attack.

Afterwards, by coincidence, all the members of the Life Returners who had attacked him died mysteriously.

Officer George, do you think this is just a coincidence?"

George looked Smith in the eyes, clenched his right fist, and replied seriously:

"That's right! I believe all this is just a coincidence."

"Hehe~" After a few faint laughs, Smith said coldly:

"If you really thought that everything was just a coincidence, you wouldn't have concealed it for him..."