From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

Chapter 121 Is this how you stop people from committing suicide?

Late at night, an urgent phone call interrupted Louise, who was about to bury herself in her work.

Which clueless bastard is it?

She already said she was busy working overtime tonight to align the details with Ye Xiao, so why is she still getting calls?

You guys don't have anyone to do your shifts, but I do!

Louise composed herself slightly, picked up the phone, and asked the question while barely containing her anger.

"What is it?"

"Commissioner, something terrible has happened!"

The operator on the other end of the phone, oblivious to Louise's distress, exclaimed excitedly, "Mr. Black has been attacked in the dock area! Please arrange for backup immediately!"

"What?"

Louise then realized that the call was from an FBI branch, which she found somewhat amusing.

Yesterday they used Ye Xiao to threaten them, but tonight they're frantically calling for help?

Hmph, my decision to resign back then was definitely the right one!

How can America thrive when surrounded by such a bunch of scoundrels?

"Okay, I understand."

Louise quickly put on a serious expression, made several more phone calls to make arrangements, and then rushed out of the room, throwing a police uniform at Ye Xiao.

"Change your clothes quickly."

"What the heck?"

Ye Xiao stared at the eager Louise for a moment, wondering if she was going to play a uniform play?

"Shut up, stop overthinking! The old guy from the Federation has been attacked. We need to get there and help!"

Louise couldn't suppress the excitement radiating from her lips.

Ye Xiao has a chance to play anytime, but if he misses this opportunity to gain credit now, it will be too late!

Today, Seattle is home to seven or eight law enforcement agencies, including the Department of Homeland Security, the Immigration Bureau, the Department of Justice, and the FBI.

It would be bad if someone else got there in time and rescued Blake.

After quickly tidying up, the two drove towards the dock.

Along the way, Louise took the opportunity to use the radio to direct the county and city police forces to work together to surround the criminals in the small building.

"Do you really want to save him?"

As they neared their destination, Ye Chi suddenly spoke up and asked.

Louise hesitated for a moment, then bit her lip and said, "Yes, we must save them, but not completely. We must be quick, but we also need to be careful to control the speed."

When the two arrived at the dock, the SWAT team had already assembled.

More than a dozen police cars with flashing lights surrounded the pub, while nearly a hundred fully armed police officers, armed with rifles and pistols, vigilantly blocked every entrance and exit.

"How's the situation now?"

Louise asked in a deep voice.

"Commissioner!"

The newly appointed King County Sheriff gave a stiff salute to Louise, who was old enough to be his daughter.

"The situation is not good. Based on initial observations, apart from the singer and bar staff who managed to escape in time, the other agents are likely all dead."

"Mr. Blake is currently being held by the kidnappers, and we have dispatched negotiation experts to stabilize the situation."

How many robbers were there?

"Currently, there is only one person—"

Louise was taken aback upon hearing this.

Is this guy a Predator?

Did one person take down all of Blake's elite agents?

"Have you figured it out yet?"

Louise couldn't help but become somewhat serious.

"I know this is indeed somewhat unbelievable."

The police chief shrugged helplessly and said, "But there was only one robber at the scene, and he was a cleaner who had just come from Chicago."

"He claims that Mr. Blake deceived him and ruined his American dream, and demands that we give him a green card immediately, or he will kill Mr. Blake."

A cleaner?

Louise was startled.

Are those guys starting to stir again?

She clearly remembered that before the Griffin incident, there had been many violent attacks in Seattle.

The situations were largely similar, all being acts of retaliation carried out by those who had been attacked.

This time, however, they finally managed to trap the people inside.

If we can successfully make the arrest, we can then follow the clues and find out who the mastermind behind the whole thing is!

In this way, even the FBI would be outmaneuvered by her.

Thinking of this, Louise remained indifferent, but she was secretly overjoyed.

However, just as everyone was discussing the rescue plan, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"What happened?"

Louise frowned, her expression displeased.

"Sorry, Specialist, yes, it's the media coming."

"What?"

Seattle, having experienced a major event, is like a loaf of bread coated in honey, attracting a swarm of media outlets like flies.

It's unclear whether the leak came from an insider in the police station or from someone within the task force.

Shortly after Louise arrived at the scene, the reporters had already surrounded the area.

"Commander, this place is dangerous; we need to clear them all out!"

Louise thought for a moment and then instructed, "No need. You all continue to plan the rescue operation. I'll go out and deal with them."

While clearing the area ensured that these reporters could not make direct contact, it also sowed the seeds for future public opinion to escalate.

Besides, the FBI made the mistake.

Louise has nothing to hide. She's not the one who's been clubbing, so what is there for her to be afraid of in front of the media?

Rather, this is a good opportunity for Louise to improve her public image.

"Commissioner! Commissioner Louise, how is the situation now?"

Do you think this incident is related to the previous Griffin case?

"We've heard the perpetrator is an illegal immigrant. What are the state government's plans to do?"

Faced with these pointed questions, Louise demonstrated excellent manners, responding to each one in turn.

"Rest assured, everyone, we will definitely protect this city—"

However, before he could finish speaking, a scream suddenly came from the tavern behind him.

"what!"

Many reporters also screamed in surprise and quickly moved their cameras behind Louise.

On the second-floor balcony of the tavern, a thin, middle-aged man with madness in his eerie green eyes held aloft a fat head with its eyes wide open in death, and roared at the camera as if in a show of defiance.

"This is what happens when you betray us!"

"America belongs to us!"

Louise's expression was stiff, her mind was in a daze, and as she looked at the bleeding head, she felt a nauseous churning in her stomach.

"Tell those bastards we're going to bury them soon!"

After saying that, the mad middle-aged man threw Blake's head far away like a ball, and it landed in the crowd.

Amidst screams, he pointed the gun at the head.

"Oh no, he's going to commit suicide!"

Louise sensed something was wrong and shouted sharply, "Stop him right now!"

Before he could finish speaking, a barrage of gunfire erupted from all around.

Brown, who was standing on the balcony with his gun raised, was almost instantly riddled with bullets and turned into rag dolls.

Damn it!

Louise was so angry she almost gritted her teeth.

Is this how you stop people from committing suicide?!

"Stop! Get him to the hospital right now!"

The scene immediately descended into chaos, with busy police officers and anxious reporters.

Louise stared at the head rolling down in the distance, and her heart sank to the bottom.

A federal deputy director has died; this is a big problem.

Overnight, the news spread throughout the United States, causing an uproar.

"Seattle in chaos? FBI deputy director beheaded in the street!"

The revelation of the murderer's identity sparked a massive public outcry.

These are no ordinary thugs!

This is a group of traitors who have premeditated and planned their actions!

Many rednecks who already discriminate against immigrants seized the opportunity to call for the cleanup of illegal immigrants.

In the lead-up to the election, they launched a barrage of attacks against the ruling Democratic Party.

"Those damn bastards are too dangerous! Would you still dare to live with them?"

"This is all the Democrats' fault; it's the consequence of their protection of illegal immigrants, and now we all have to bear the consequences!"

"No, we need a hero! A real hero!"

"The incompetent bureaucracy in America is incapable of handling this matter!"

"We must carry out a thorough purge. Believe me, I will lead this country to strength again!"

A series of cases in Seattle gradually escalated into a national event involving a two-party struggle.

The once invincible FBI is now suffering repeated setbacks in tiny Seattle, with its elite agents being kicked to death like dogs.

Even the director of the FBI began to suspect that his subordinates had become a bunch of good-for-nothings after a long period of peace.

"This is the most serious blow the FBI has suffered since its inception!"

Director Comey sat at the conference table, staring solemnly at the news on the table that pierced his heart, as if his father had died.

"Is Seattle planning a rebellion?"

Another deputy director, Dennis, stood up angrily: "This is home territory! We must gather all our forces and find those bastards to hang!"

It's fair to say that the FBI hasn't felt this frustrated since 9/11.

A team of agents was sent over, but they defected.

Now they've sent another deputy director, and he's been kicked around like a football?

If this continues, who will dare to trust them?

"You know this is the mainland."

Comey glared at him. "Do you know what this means? The chairman of the Democratic Party just called me."

"Washington State is a key stronghold for the deep-blue party, and if our subsequent actions further exacerbate immigration tensions, it will only bring us more trouble!"

Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent.

Who says America doesn't have politics?

During this election period, the election itself is the most politically correct thing to do.

Almost everything they did was to secure the election.

The Democratic Party chairman's words just now made Director Comey realize something.

He originally thought the enemy was in Seattle.

Upon closer reflection, it becomes clear that knowing Blake's location and carrying out a precise strike, while also steering public opinion towards the issue of partisan conflict, is remarkable.

This means the enemy is in the Special Zone, or even right next to them!

Even now, Comey is still somewhat uneasy.

Because he couldn't be sure which people around him had chosen to stand on the opposite side.

"Sir, this won't do!"

Deputy Director Dennis exclaimed emotionally, "This is an insult to us! This is a provocation!"

"All we have to do now is fight back! We must make those guys taste the iron fist!"

Hearing his righteous and eloquent speech, Comey's gaze grew increasingly cold.

Will Dennis be an enemy?

Comey wasn't entirely sure and had no evidence yet, but that didn't stop him from making his plans.

"Alright, in that case, you can go and take over the rest of Blake's work."

Comey issued the order: "The resources of all the state branches and workstations throughout the Northwest are at your disposal."

"But I have only one request: this matter must be resolved completely."

"Don't worry, Director."

Deputy Director Dennis, caught up in his hot-blooded enthusiasm, never expected to be granted such great power.

He stood up solemnly, saluted, and said, "I will definitely wash away our pride with the blood of those scoundrels!"

After the meeting, he arranged for his men to book a flight to Seattle, and with only two attendants, he hurriedly flew to Washington state that very night.

Seattle-Tacoma International Airport.

The journey, which spanned almost the entire American continent, left Dennis's two attendants exhausted.

But Dennis, a man in his fifties, was full of energy and seemed eager to start working immediately.

Working under such a hardworking boss is definitely not a good thing.

However, just as the two were pondering what reason they should use to persuade Dennis to go and rest,

"Is this Mr. Dennis from the FBI?"

An elderly man in a white shirt, looking tired but with bright, intelligent eyes, walked over.

"Who are you?"

Dennis glanced at the man with some curiosity and noticed that he was followed by seven or eight middle-aged men who looked like scholars.

"I am Professor Charlie from Johns Hopkins University!"

The person opposite extended their hand warmly: "We met before at a forum!"

"Oh! Professor Charlie, hello!"

Dennis almost instantly remembered the person in front of him.

Professor Charlie's speech about the limits of the human body at an artificial intelligence forum left a deep impression on Dennis.

Later, Dennis returned to the FBI and vigorously promoted cooperation with Johns Hopkins University.

However, due to interference from Chief Comey, these collaborations ultimately fell through.

Dennis felt particularly regretful when he thought about these things.

"Professor, are you also going to Seattle?"

Dennis offered, "If it's convenient, why don't you come with us?"

"Really? That's wonderful!"

As the deputy director, Dennis quickly arranged for several vehicles to be dispatched.

However, his purpose in specifically sending Charlie and the others off was not simply to get closer to them.

On the way to downtown Seattle, Dennis made the request to Professor Charlie.

"Professor, are you aware of what happened in Seattle recently? Do you believe it's real, or just a publicity stunt created by some people?"

"You mean that Seattle Superman, and the Yellow King?"

Professor Charlie's face lit up with excitement: "Of course, I think it's very likely true!"

"This is incredibly exciting! Perhaps we can find the key to human evolution!"

"I'm here in Seattle for this exchange meeting, and I hope I'll have the chance to meet him!"

Hearing this, Dennis's heart sank even further.

If it wasn't a publicity stunt orchestrated by someone with ulterior motives, then things would be even more complicated.

He hasn't figured out how to deal with Superman who can withstand bullets yet.

Are we really going to go and threaten that person's family?