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Chapter 295 A case full of doubts (please support!)

United States, Montana, Faith City!
Ian fell from the sky, and heavy goose-feather snow fell on his shoulders, like covering him with a white coat.

His feet landed on the ground, squeezing the thick white snow and making a crunching sound.

Steve, who had been waiting here for a long time, pushed open the car door, grabbed the door, and stepped on the snow with his feet.

Steve's bodyguard followed closely behind him, holding a black coat and putting it on him, worried that he would be eroded by the cold.

"Get out of the way!"

Steve pushed the bodyguard away dissatisfied and said dissatisfied: "Although I am old, I am not old enough to let others dress me."

The elderly are always reluctant to face the fact that they are getting older and will one day leave this world.

Steve's life has been eventful and he has experienced countless major events.Because of this, he has a stronger obsession with this world than ordinary people.

Therefore, I have a strong dislike for anything that can make me feel old.

"It's not okay to be disobedient to old age, Steve!"

Ian walked towards Steve himself, and the flowing cold wind cleared a path for him in the snow, leading directly to Steve.

"I don't want to see you do something stupid one day to escape death."

Steve rolled his eyes at Ian and said angrily: "In your eyes, am I such a weak man without a strong will?"

Ian shook his head: "If I really felt that way, I wouldn't have said these words to you."

After that, he decisively stopped the topic and asked instead: "Where was the crime?"

Steve finally took the coat handed over by the bodyguard, draped it on his body, and led the way for Ian.

"It is now confirmed that the murderer was a female warrior from the Amazon tribe. She beat nineteen men to death with her fists in the bar. Only two women escaped because of their gender."

When Steve said this, he was silent for a few seconds, his eyes squinting, as if he was looking at Ian.

Ian's face was still so calm, without any change.

Steve withdrew his gaze and continued: "The local police leaked all this information to the media, and the relevant news has begun to spread on the Internet. Do you know what this means?"

Of course Ian knew what this meant, otherwise he would not have rushed to Montana immediately, but he suppressed the divergence of related thoughts.

"Where is the evidence?"

Ian followed Steve closely and asked in a low voice: "Besides the two people who survived, what evidence is there that can prove that the murderer was an Amazon woman?"

"Do you want to overturn the case for the Amazons?" Steve couldn't focus entirely on the case itself. He couldn't help but start thinking about the possible consequences of this matter.

Seeing his state, Ian had no choice but to say: "To be honest, the relevant news has spread, and it is meaningless whether it is true or not. Our enemies will always use this matter to attack us, and things are heading towards something inevitable. development in a controlled direction.”

"Then what do you want to do?" Steve said with a hint of anxiety.

"Don't tell me that you have to fight everyone who attacks you to the end. This is..."

"I will do it if necessary."

Ian's expression was very serious, and his face seemed to be cast out of steel.

"But now, I just want to find out who planned all of this. Paradise Island is not a resort, and the passages in and out of that space are firmly in Hippolyta's hands.

They ensure that no Amazons leave Gotham and Metropolis to operate in the United States or elsewhere. "

Steve took a deep breath, and the cold air hurt his respiratory tract. He couldn't help but started coughing violently, until he bent over.

Ian quickly put his hand on Steve's back, driving away the cold wind around him and preventing Steve from coughing out his lungs.

"It seems that I am really old!"

With Ian's help, Steve straightened up and put the handkerchief covering his mouth into his pocket.

But he did not continue the topic and instead said: "Who do you think the person behind this is?"

Ian saw Steve's worry. He was afraid that the government was taking charge of all this, which would trigger a war with the Justice League.

Before the emergence of superhuman beings, if someone said this, they would be regarded as crazy. After all, who can compete with the power of a country?

But since the founding of the Justice League, people's views on superhumans have changed significantly, and people's trust in the Justice League is increasing day by day.

This is why Ian still has time to come here to investigate the truth of the case.

Frankly speaking, Ian has no idea of ​​having trouble with the US government. Organizations like the Justice League will eventually replace organizations like the state, but that is in the distant future, not now.

But Ian didn't express these thoughts to Steve. Although Steve was a good man, his connection with the White House was too close.

Those in the White House knew what Ian was thinking and would not choose to get along well with the Justice League.

Those greedy beasts will only regard Ian's kindness as weakness, and then pounce on them, tearing apart the organizations related to the Justice League and swallowing them.

"Let's go!"

Ian removed his hand from Steve's back, and his voice returned to its unruffled calmness.

Steve didn't say anything in the end and just led the way in silence.

The two quickly crossed the entire snowfield and came to a slightly calm street. There were houses with "for rent" notes on both sides. There were many people hiding in the streets and alleys.

They hid in the corner, only stretched out their own eyes, secretly watching the people walking on the street.

The only people who can walk on the street are the local police, or the reporters carrying long guns and short cannons, or the Internet celebrities holding mobile phones and making noises.

They gathered around the door of the bar where the crime took place, taking random photos inside. Reporters were busy writing articles, while Internet celebrities shouted "brothers and sisters" into the camera.

Although the police surrounded the door, they only prevented them from entering the bar and did not care about anything else.

"Hahaha!"

Ian really laughed when he saw this scene. He looked at the chaos in front of him and said, "Are all these people holding shit in their heads? Even if they want to cause trouble for the Justice League and Paradise Island, there is no need to be so obvious, right? !”

Compared to Ian's ridiculous anger, Steve was even more angry.

Before Ian arrived, he had already asked his people to take over and seal off the crime scene, trying to eliminate the impact of the incident.

Facing the agent walking toward him, Steve changed his friendly attitude and slammed the cane on the ground before the agent could speak.

In the sound of "dong dong dong", he sternly scolded: "Drive the irrelevant people away from here immediately, no matter what method you use."

"and many more!"

Ian stopped Steve's agents and said with a smile: "Before those reporters came, it was okay for you to chase people away. Now that they are broadcasting live, you rushed up carelessly, didn't you make things worse?"

The agents looked at each other. Of course they knew this, but rather than offend their immediate superiors, they were more willing to bully reporters and internet celebrities who had little power.

Anyway, when things get serious, there are people from above who are responsible for it. It has nothing to do with these little minions who follow orders.Ian knew exactly what these people would do and had no intention of condoning their misbehavior!

Hey!
He snapped his fingers, and as the sound spread, a whirlwind flew out from his fingertips, spinning into the sky and drilling into the clouds.

After a while, the clouds began to thicken, the humidity in the air surged, and countless ice crystals collided with each other under the influence of the cyclone, forming exceptionally large snowflakes.

Susu!

Large flakes of snow fell from the sky, and within a few minutes, it covered the streets that had just been plowed.

The already freezing temperature began to drop again.The cold wind blows on people's bodies like a steel knife.

Those Internet celebrities who had never suffered much and had been drunk all day were the first to be unable to hold on any longer. They covered their shivering bodies with cold and hurriedly ran back to the car and escaped from here.

The reporters were more patient, but they couldn't hold on under the weather changes like a natural disaster, so they ran away with their equipment.

Steve has too many superhumans and knows that they are beyond the reach of humans, but seeing Ian changing the machine with a snap of his fingers, he still couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Are you sure that such weather changes will not cause harm to other people in Fes City?"

Ian reached out into the heavy snow, held it in the air, and pulled it down: "From now on, this snow will gradually reduce the frequency of falling, and it will return to normal in ten minutes.

As for the aftermath, I will let the members of the alliance handle the aftermath.If the city manager is willing to accept us. "

Steve couldn't argue with that, and as long as Ian was willing to take responsibility, he had no problem with it.

When Ian saw that everyone was almost gone, he raised his hand, and then slowly turned it over with his palm facing down.

With the movement of his hand, the heavy snow on the entire street began to reverse.

The all-pervasive wind flows into each snowflake, causing them to spin and dance around the entire street, blocking outsiders from entering.

Although Ian's movements were huge, no one was willing to step out of the door in the raging wind and snow, so naturally they couldn't see this special scene.

"Hey, who are you guys?"

Although the police guarding the door of the bar were shivering from the cold, they still pulled out their guns and pointed them at them when they saw Ian approaching.

"This is a crime scene. Unrelated personnel are not allowed to approach. Leave quickly, or I will leave."

"These people must not be real police!"

Ian turned to Steve and Steve nodded in agreement.

The profession of policeman sounds nice, but in fact it is no different from that of a soldier. It is a profession of clocking in at work.

On the other side of the ocean, the police there can still persevere out of some ideal enthusiasm, but in the United States, the police are no different from other professions.

They only talk about professional ethics, and such ethics cannot compare with their passion for money and their love for life.

Normally in this situation, the ordinary police would have run away long ago and would not stay at all, and the police station would not say anything.

But now these police officers are so dedicated to their duties, and coupled with their performance just now, it is difficult for people not to doubt them.

Hey!
Ian did not stop, he snapped his fingers again, and the invisible wind turned into ropes, directly tying up the several policemen at the door and pressing them against the wall.

"Quiet!"

Ian stretched out his right hand and sealed their mouths.

"I'll come and settle the score with you after I see what's going on inside the bar!"

Squeak!

The door of the bar is still intact, but after using it for so long, the door shaft is almost broken. It is very difficult to push it, and the sound it makes is even more harsh.

Ian saw a pair of bloody handprints on the door handle.

Walking into the door, the pungent smell of blood hit your face, like a big stick stabbing your nose desperately, making people confused.

Ian put his hand in front of his nose to dispel the smell of blood, and moved his eyes to look around.

The entire bar was a bloody red, with ketchup-like mud everywhere on the floor, walls, and ceiling.

Steve followed behind. He was wearing a mask, protective clothing, and was fully armed. He explained to Ian: "According to the confessions of two survivors, the unknown Amazon woman punched nineteen men with her fists. Became meat sauce.”

"If the other party is really an Amazon warrior, I don't doubt that she is capable of doing this."

Ian was calmer than Steve expected.

"what have you found?"

Ian would definitely prefer Paradise Island, Steve didn't doubt that, but he wouldn't go too far.

"I'm not Batman. I can find any clues with just one glance. I'll wait until I see the whole bar to see if I find any."

Ian shook his head, his body more than ten centimeters above the ground, suspended in the air, looking at every corner of the bar.

The bar, the entertainment area, the kitchen, the backyard... Ian looked carefully at every place. Everywhere he found a mixture of flesh and blood mixed with bones, as well as various pieces of furniture that had been violently torn apart, and destroyed items. Camera and computer.

He stretched out his hand towards the destroyed machine, and the power of the metal spirit was activated. The damaged computer was quickly repaired, and no damage could be seen at all.

But there was no trace of data in the repaired machine, as if the machine had never been used.

"There are a lot of things wrong!"

After watching the computer, Ian returned directly to Steve and said to him: "First, no one in this bar had any intention of leaving when the crime occurred."

Steve raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said: "There are traces of blood in every room in the bar, and those people are not puppets, how could they allow themselves to be beaten."

Ian replied: "The blood stains do exist, but this can only mean that the unknown Amazon warrior is chasing those men everywhere."

He pointed to the door and said: "If those men were trying to escape, these doors and windows shouldn't be so clean."

Steve looked in the direction of Ian's fingers. Those windows were not really clean, but the blood stains on them were all in the shape of splatters. There were no fingerprints or patches of blood.

In the photos sent by other agents, there were no fingerprints or palm prints related to the door, and the blood stains were all splatter-like.

This undoubtedly proves the correctness of Ian's deduction.

At the time of the incident, no one tried to escape, or they escaped, but there was something around the door and window that prevented them from getting close.

The Amazons know magic, but would never use it in personal combat as it would tarnish their honor.

"Asshole, there are still people who really want to start a war between humans and Paradise Island!"

Ian did not respond to Steve's words and continued: "The second doubt is!"

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