After handing over the tedious task of searching the files to Elizabeth and the others, Luke and the others returned to downtown Los Angeles to continue their daily work on the case.
While driving on the road, the two saw two cosplayers, one in black and one in white, performing together on the street.
Although their outfits were shabby and their movements were clumsy, everyone could tell at a glance that they were doing Batman vs. Judgment Angel!
This is the daily fan activity that has occurred around the world in the past two days.
Looking at the "Angel of Judgment" flapping his wings like a chicken on the street, and the "Batman" wearing the small bat wings he used to dress up as a devil at Christmas, Selina suddenly asked, "Is it dangerous to go to Europe this time?"
Luke grinned, "No, it was easy."
Selina said, "The world is becoming less and less peaceful. Vampires have come out. Don't be careless."
Luke chuckled: "Safety first, that's what I taught you."
Selena thought so too.
A certain guy's adventure never seems to be an adventure.
At this moment, in the basement of a wealthy man's villa in Malibu, Tony was looking at the videos and photos he had just collected.
"With such a big commotion, I thought it was some magical thing, but it turned out to be a bionic wing suit." Looking at the white figure flying through the sky, he curled his lips and said, "It has been rumored for several years that the military has approved this project. Even if a group of idiots are researching it, their progress should be better than that of this angel... Well, maybe not that good."
Even so, his eyes were fixed on the screen: "Jarvis, use ten times slow motion."
"Stop," he said.
Tony watched as a blurry black figure flashed across the screen and ran into the court building, carrying a large flat white box behind him.
A moment later, the angel of judgment appeared on the roof carrying Duhovich.
He observed for a moment and said, "Jarvis, search the video to see if there are any other images of this person."
Soon, the black man hid behind a tree, and the white angel of judgment came out from behind the tree.
Tony laughed loudly: "Angel, a black man? If those who call him an angel knew this, their faith would probably collapse."
After laughing a few times, he ordered: "Jarvis, search for this person's information."
"The target did not appear near the camera, and the video and pictures are blurry. There is a person in the police database whose facial and body features match the highest degree, at 82.3%." Jarvis explained after a brief search.
Tony shrugged it off.
There are limits to the restoration and enlargement of video and photo images.
To put it simply, it is only a 720p video when shooting, and it is impossible to turn it into a 4k video by adjusting the software.
Tony can use software to perform a large number of simulations, but deviations are bound to exist.
"Jabbar Santos, a mixed-race of African-American and Hispanic, a member of a New York gang, disappeared in a gang fight five years ago." Jarvis' voice rang out, and a black man's ID and information were projected on the screen.
Tony was stunned: "Gang leader?"
"According to intelligence, he is just an ordinary gangster, nothing special about him. He has been to prison seven times, four times for robbery, two times for serious injury, and once for carrying illegal drugs." Jarvis delivered the intelligence.
Tony shook his head. "That doesn't make sense. Why would a New York thug go to Europe to act as a messenger of justice? Did this guy have a family member killed by Duhovich?"
Jarvis: "Jabbar Santos was abandoned outside an orphanage in New York when he was a toddler. He had no news of his parents and was sent to four foster families when he grew up, but all of these family members were in the United States."
Tony put aside these doubts: "When I go to bed, you can check the relationship between these family members and that Kareem Abdul-Jabbar."
Jarvis: "Sir, you haven't slept for thirty-two hours. Do you want me to start the investigation now?"
Tony waved his hand: "Wait, I have another idea, let me first..."
"Miss Potts is waiting for you outside the laboratory, sir." Jarvis reminded again.
Tony reluctantly put down the parts he had just picked up: "Okay, I'll take a break first."
Having said that, his eyes couldn't help but glance at the flat white box on the light screen. Thinking of the folding function of a certain alien weapon he bought not long ago, a lot of inspiration came to his mind again.
I have to get rid of Little Chili quickly, and then come back to think about these new ideas! A certain young man muttered to himself, and walked out of the laboratory where he had been for several days.
At this moment in the southern hemisphere, an expedition team is resting in the Amazon jungle.
"Captain, we found traces of another indigenous tribe." A team member reported to Wade who was drinking water.
Wade: "I hope I find the right person this time. Damn, if I stay any longer, my bird will grow mushrooms."
The team members didn't care: "Then we need to prepare the intelligence fee."
Wade: "Why not just give me some glass balls or something? Isn't that what that guy did in the beginning, exchanging glass balls for gold... Yeah, by the way, do they produce gold here?"
Team member: "... maybe there is, and there are a lot of gem mines."
Wade: "Then exchange some gems..."
Team member: "Captain, don't forget our mission."
Wade groaned and waved his hand impatiently: "Got it, I'll be the first in the mission after I get the money."
After saying that, he couldn't help but ask again: "By the way, I mean, I can change the gems and take them back, right?"
Team member: “…You can try it yourself.”
Half a day later, Wade was dragged out of a straw hut by two team members, cursing: "Damn it, these natives actually want US dollars? Aren't they natives? Why do they even know the word for US dollars?"
The team member still in the straw hut twitched his mouth: Don’t you know that after many Americans came here, the natives also knew that US dollars can be exchanged for good things
He could only force out a smile and signaled to the translator beside him: "So, as long as you can provide us with useful clues, we are willing to pay 10,000 US dollars..."
"Damn it, don't even think about asking me to pay for this. My salary doesn't include this expense..." a captain's roar came from afar.
The team member's smile froze, but they immediately felt relieved: Fortunately, the natives don't understand English.
"Americans, your leader seems to be very unfriendly to us and doesn't want to give us money?" A short native man next to the native chief suddenly spoke.
Team member: “Huh?”
The short man looked at his expression with a mocking look on his face: "You always think that you can exchange glass for gold and gems from us. Your captain is not the first idiot to do this. Tell me, will you be as stupid as him?"
The team member smiled bitterly: "Of course not, I'm the one in charge of the money."
Otherwise, they would have to ask the company for the second batch of funds before they even get on the airdrop helicopter.
The company will definitely continue to give them money, but if the mission is not successful, the company can sue them all into bankruptcy when they return.
It is never easy to get the high salaries of capitalists.