People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Chapter 185 Federal Extraordinary Intervention Agency

The Armitage family's business happened to be in line with this field of expertise, which made it impossible for him not to connect the two.

Instead of answering Suren's question, Anjou anxiously asked, "Where is Emily? Is she still upstairs?"

As he spoke, he pulled a stun gun from his lower back.

"If what you say is true, then she could very well be the killer in these recent serial murders!"

"She should be quite far away by now."

Suren felt the magical mark rapidly receding from the other person; it was the mark he had left on the other person before going downstairs.

He pointed outside and said, "If you go out now to chase after her, you might still catch a glimpse of her."

Suren didn't expect that a few ropes would be enough to restrain Emily.

After learning about Sydney's and the other person's identities, he had a vague feeling that something must have gone wrong.

Fortunately, the other party wasn't stupid either; as soon as he saw him leave, he immediately broke free of the rope and ran away.

And this is what he wanted to see; he wondered how big a fish he could catch with this long line.

When Anqiong heard that the murderer had fled, her expression changed drastically.

He instinctively reached for his phone in his pocket, but hesitated, and finally lowered his hand dejectedly.

Seeing his conflicted expression, Suren raised an eyebrow and asked, "Why don't you ask your superiors for help?"

"Mr. Suren, there are some things—you'll understand later."

An Qiong gave a bitter laugh, her tone tinged with helplessness.

Suren nodded and didn't press further: "Come with me."

The hole in the attic wall looked several sizes bigger than before, and a cold wind blew into the room, making Shiny and Serena, who were tied to the pillar, shiver.

"Mmmmmm!"

As soon as Serena saw a stranger enter, she immediately began to twist and turn her body frantically.

Anqiong, who was following behind Su Lun, was stunned when she saw the two women who were tied up. For a moment, she didn't know what to ask.

He rushed forward, taking three steps at a time, and hurriedly untied the ropes from the two men and removed the rags from their mouths.

"Cough cough—Help!"

As soon as Serena regained her freedom, ignoring the pain from being bound, she grabbed Anjou's arm and shouted, "Are you a policeman?! Arrest him! This madman has kidnapped us!"

Angie glanced at Suren somewhat awkwardly; Suren had been introduced by Mr. Rodin.

He gently patted Serena on the back, reassuring her, "Madam, calm down. You're safe now. I'm an agent here to handle this incident."

In contrast, Sydney, who had regained her freedom, appeared much quieter.

A few minutes ago, she witnessed her usually gentle and kind sister suddenly go crazy, her joints twisting and turning into a monster crawling upside down!

The monster even bared its teeth at her, trying to kill her.

But for some reason, the monster didn't attack; instead, it jumped out of the window in fear and ran away.

She stood up, looked at Suren, then at Anjou, her expression somewhat confused: "Sir—is my sister sick? That monster, it's not Emily!"

Suren didn't speak. After experiencing such a terrifying event, she was still able to stay calm and try to defend her sister. She has a pretty strong mentality.

Anjou sighed, unsure how to answer Sydney. He took out his phone and began contacting the local police station.

Not long after, seven or eight police cars with flashing lights pulled up outside the villa.

Several police officers began to cordon off the area, disperse nearby residents, and start taking photos and collecting evidence at the scene.

After all, it involves a serial murder case and a kidnapping incident. They cannot afford to be negligent, whether it is public opinion or pressure from above.

Suren leaned against the car outside the villa, her hands in her pockets, quietly waiting for Anjou to hand over the work to the police.

The officer leading the team this time was the same plainclothes policeman who had chased Emily outside the train station during the day. He was accompanied by a burly Black female police officer.

The policeman was directing his men to cordon off the scene when his gaze inadvertently fell on Suren.

He narrowed his eyes slightly; the other person's white hair looked very familiar to him.

Suren noticed the other person's gaze, but simply returned it with a calm expression.

The plainclothes police officer gave Suren a deep look, but did not approach her for questioning. He then led his black partner into the villa.

Half an hour later, Anqiong finished dealing with the scene and walked out quickly.

"Let's go, Mr. Suren, let's go back to the station."

Suren got into the passenger seat; he wasn't in a hurry about Emily's escape.

Since absorbing the Moon Pearl, his magical power has undergone a qualitative leap.

The magical mark attached to Emily was like a beacon in the darkness; as long as she remained in the city and within the Washington area, he could pinpoint her location precisely.

As the car drove on, Suren asked, "Don't you have a dedicated field operations department responsible for combat and capture?"

"Those police officers with guns can't handle that monster."

Angie's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, and an awkward, wry smile appeared on her face: "In the past—we did have an armed department specifically responsible for containing and researching these supernatural creatures."

His tone turned somewhat melancholy, "But later, for some reason, that department was transferred by the higher-ups."

Suren raised an eyebrow slightly.

Transfer?

This is a rather strange statement. Shouldn't it be "banned" or "disbanded"?

The car drove through the rainy night, gradually leaving the bustling city center and heading towards the suburbs.

The buildings along the road became fewer and fewer, and large groves of woodland and quiet residential areas appeared.

Finally, the car drove into an ordinary-looking neighborhood and stopped in front of a plain two-story house.

Suren glanced around.

How could an organization that specializes in handling paranormal events be established in a community like this?

The lawn and flowers in the yard were well maintained, but the outer wooden fence was crooked and missing several pieces, and it was covered with children's graffiti.

There were no decent security facilities around the room, and there wasn't even a security camera except at the entrance.

Anjou forced a smile and led Suren toward the door.

"Welcome to the temporary office of the Federal Extraordinary Intervention Agency, Mr. Suren."

Anjou pushed open the door, turned to the side, and said, "I hope you like it here."

Upon entering the house, the first thing you see is a very ordinary living room.

There were no high-tech facilities or signs of modification, and not even any guards.

An elderly man with gray hair sat on the sofa in the living room, holding a half-empty can of beer.

He only turned to look at Suren after hearing the door open.

Beside the old man stood a young woman in a black jacket. She had long, jet-black hair and her gaze toward Suren was subtly hostile.

The old man then stood up, raised the beer can in his hand, and said hello.

"Welcome, Mr. Suren."

He pointed to himself, then to the woman: "I'm the director here, Arthur Pendleton. This is our agent, Liz Sherman."

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