From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

"I can tell you definitively now that this case has attracted the attention of the state, and major companies are in complete chaos."

Smith, with a stern expression, launched into a tirade against the crowd.

"If this can't be resolved, all of you take off those clothes!"

"But Chief, this is really not something we can solve."

Mike wore a pained expression: "Look at the evidence at the scene, and these witness statements. This suspect isn't human, he's practically Wolverine, James Logan!"

Upon hearing this, Smith glanced at the materials on the conference table and immediately frowned.

What kind of nonsense is this?

Those lucky hostages who were rescued either swore that the suspect was seven feet tall, looked like Shaquille O'Neal, and could take down all the bandits with just a few punches.

Or swear that Seattle has produced a Bruce Wayne whose voice is almost identical to Batman's in the movies, and suggest that the police investigate Microsoft founder Bill Gates first.

After all, he's the richest man in all of Seattle, so he's definitely the most suspicious.

Were these witnesses on drugs when they gave their statements?

If it weren't for the SPD epaulets still hanging on his shoulders, Smith would have thought he was living in Gotham City.

"Where is the evidence from the scene?"

Smith glanced at Seth, who quickly brought over a detailed report.

As a veteran crime scene investigator in the police department, Seth is unlikely to be deliberately mysterious.

However, after watching for only a short while, Smith, who had been clinging to a sliver of hope, soon came to understand the despair of Mike and the others.

If those witness testimonies are like Marvel or DC comics...

The police's on-site investigation report and the forensic report are definitely straight out of science fiction.

Smith swore to God that he had never seen such an outrageous case in his more than 20 years as a police officer.

What does it mean to be certain that there was only one suspect at the scene and no trace of other people was found?

What does it mean to find several unusual bullets on the ground and suspect that the suspect used a device that can defend against 9mm bullets at close range?

The forensic doctor seemed to be on drugs, writing that the suspect's punch weighed 400 kilograms and that several corpses had comminuted fractures of the sternum and skull.

Damn it.

When did a Superman appear in Seattle?

Smith glanced wearily at Seth, wanting to ask if the other was playing a prank on him.

But today is not April Fool's Day, and Seth is known as an honest man in the police department.

Smith had no choice but to believe.

Despite these outrageous claims, Smith did draw some useful conclusions.

Combining the forensic findings with Seth's discoveries.

It is certain that the suspect is a retired veteran with proficient military combat skills and marksmanship.

It can be reasonably assumed that the person involved in the McCann Auto Repair Shop case is the same person.

In addition, the suspect appears to have an extremely high level of morality.

Even when the crippled gang is coercing and threatening them, they dare to show themselves directly.

Smith realized that he seemed to have found the man's weakness.

Indeed, no matter how strong they become, humans still have their inherent flaws.

"I have a plan."

Smith slammed his hand on the table, his serious gaze sweeping over everyone present.

"Whether he's Superman or Wolverine, we must bring him to justice this time."

"!"

Upon hearing this, the entire conference room fell into complete silence.

The crowd stared blankly for a moment, then looked around at the people around them with a dazed expression.

That seemed to say, "Who's going to arrest us? Us? Are you kidding me?"

"Listen to my instructions, everyone go and prepare!"

Smith suddenly stood up, and just like when he was arranging war plans in the Middle East, he slammed his fist on the table in a fit of rage, leaving no room for argument.

"Seattle is not Gotham, and America doesn't need superheroes!"

Upon hearing this, the entire conference room fell silent.

However, just as Smith was satisfied and preparing to begin the setup...

Molly, who was on duty outside, suddenly rushed in, her face full of anxiety.

"It's an emergency!"

……

Ye Xiao drove his pickup truck and soon arrived at the Atna Farm that the robbers had mentioned.

Located in Bellevue, next to Seattle, this place is remote and sparsely populated.

Compared to bustling Seattle, this place is so desolate that you can even spot coyotes.

In the open space outside the farm, besides Rachel's Audi, there was also a classic Dodge Charger police car parked.

Ye Xiao got out of the car, puzzled. Before he even got close, he heard a sharp shout from behind the car.

"Halt! Who are you?"

Ye Xiao looked in the direction from which the sound came and saw only a dark gun muzzle and half a nervous face.

"My name is Ye Xiao, and I'm a crime scene investigator from the SPD. I'm here on business."

"Someone from SPD?"

The man asked, puzzled, "What are you doing in Bellevue? This isn't your jurisdiction."

"My girlfriend was arrested; the robbers sent me here."

Hearing this, the police officers behind the car gradually felt relieved.

After checking the identification as usual, Ye Xiao noticed that the young black police officer in front of him visibly relaxed.

"Hello, I'm Jack from the Bellevue Sheriff's Office."

"So it was your girlfriend who was kidnapped? What a pity, sir."

He patted Ye Xiao on the shoulder and reassured him, "Don't worry, we will do our best to ensure her safety."

"Hmm, I'll go in and take a look too."

Ye Xiao stepped into the farm.

"Wait, sir, you can't!"

Jack quickly stopped him: "Sheriff White and his men are inside negotiating with the criminals. You should wait outside."

"It's alright, one more person means one more helper."

Ye Xiao said calmly, shook off Jack, and quickly went inside.

Several police cars were parked on the open ground opposite the farm warehouse, and four police officers were hiding behind the cars, confronting the robbers.

Two other officers, who were clearly older, were making plans in the back of the car.

Hearing someone approaching, Sheriff White looked up in surprise.

"Are you from SPD? What are you doing here?"

"We haven't called for backup yet."

"I'm the hostage's boyfriend, I came to check on things."

"Oh?"

Upon hearing Ye Xiao's words, the burly white man with a thick beard next to Sheriff White glanced at him with interest.

"No, even if you're the hostage's boyfriend, it's not allowed. Please leave here immediately!"

Sheriff White firmly refused.

Although Bellevue was inferior to Seattle in every way, he really didn't want to lose face in front of this junior SPD officer.

Besides, he's just an external hire; what help can he possibly offer?

"..."

This is troublesome.

Based on his understanding of American law enforcement, would White and his team choose to kill Rachel instead of preventing the criminals from harming the hostages?

After all, Ye Xiao had gotten two freebies, and he wasn't a heartless bad person.

Driven by the simple need to restore his sanity, he naturally didn't want Rachel to perish like that.

Ye Xiao frowned slightly, about to say something, when the bearded man next to him suddenly spoke up.

"Stop with the fluff, White. I think this kid's got some skills; he might actually be able to help us."

"Will, are you kidding me?"

White exclaimed in surprise, "What can an Asian guy like him do? He'll be lucky if he doesn't wet his pants from the gunfire!"

No, is it really okay for you to be so blatantly racist?