Caesar smiled, "It should be 'our' family. Won't you be one of us in the future?"
"You..." Potts' face flushed bright red, and he said angrily, "You are teasing me. You don't have the seriousness and dignity of Godfather Kyle at all!"
Am I not Kyle? I just changed my body and identity.
Caesar rolled his eyes. Unlike his original body, this infant body of his could be used as he pleased without any image burden.
However, after a brief exchange, Potts not only became much closer to Caesar, but he also completely put aside his age prejudice against him and regarded him as a man of the same age with a high level of maturity.
"Then let's get back to the point."
Potts began to explain the recent situation of the industry to Caesar, which was similar to what he learned from Eddie and Annie. Finally, hesitantly put forward an idea of his own: "Several missing employees are from the new product development department that the deputy manager is in charge of."
"You suspect there's something wrong with him," Caesar continued.
Potts flicked his hair, "It's not just me. SHIELD is also suspicious, but they haven't found any evidence."
Caesar understood, so Natasha came in disguise and took the opportunity to get close to the deputy manager, hoping to find some evidence and clues from him.
Potts sighed and said, "Aldridge Killian is a gentleman who does things flawlessly. He is a top scientist in the fields of biology and weapons manufacturing. If it weren't for some recent events, I really wouldn't want to suspect him."
Stark Industries, which has lost Iron Man Tony, is not something that can be easily taken over by ordinary people.
"Don't worry, now that I'm here, all problems are no longer problems."
Caesar smiled, his lips slightly raised, his childish face full of confidence.
"What do you want to do?" Potts was infected by his confidence and asked with a little expectation.
Caesar landed on the table and raised a finger. "It's very simple. Just let the people from SHIELD continue to monitor the deputy manager named Killian as usual. It doesn't matter even if they are discovered."
"And then?" Potts blinked.
"Secondly, give me the location where the previous employee was attacked."
Caesar extended his second finger and said firmly, "Next, you just have to wait for news from me."
They didn't stay in the general manager's office for long. After Caesar finished explaining things, he left Stark Industries with Eddie and headed straight for a nearby street before it got dark.
Located in downtown New York City, next to 958 South Knoxville Road.
There were still some police cordons that had not been removed. The floor and walls of the alley were covered with traces of burns, and the charred outlines of several people could be vaguely seen. The scene was very terrifying under the bright red sunset.
"Young Master, why are we here? The police, forensics, S.H.I.E.L.D., and even the Carl family have been here, but they haven't found any clues." Eddie scratched his head and asked Caesar on his shoulder in confusion.
Caesar fixed his eyes on the burnt earth area where the employees were attacked. The feeling of being in control of the situation returned to him. He responded unhappily, "What do you know? What I see is different from what you see."
He can ignore the limitations of the human eye and directly see into the original nature of the world.
Chapter 361 Clues and Traces
Caesar looked at the blocked burning site in front of him, patted Eddie on the head, and jumped down. However, before his feet touched the charred ground, he stopped at a low altitude under the control of some mysterious force.
"Young Master, what are you doing?"
Eddie opened his eyes wide in confusion, but after Caesar waved his hand, he could only stand there and watch motionlessly.
Caesar was suspended in the air ten centimeters above the ground, as if he was walking on a void floor of air, and he took small steps one by one to the center of the cremation site.
As dusk gradually faded, the sky above turned dark blue and the night silently enveloped the city. The street lamps on both sides of the street turned on with a crackling sound, and the slightly dim beams of light fell on the alleys and walls that were full of burn marks.
Eddie stated softly as if he was acting as a narrator: "This is the first scene of the crime. Just three days ago, two Stark Industries R&D employees were attacked by unknown persons when they passed by here on their way home. At that time, the only public camera in the area was broken. Ten minutes later, someone called the police. However, when the police arrived at the scene, the area within ten meters was burnt black as if it had been burned by a raging fire. It is temporarily determined that it was caused by the detonation of an explosive item with high-explosive combustion effects. As a result, there is no evidence or clues to be found."
"You said two employees were attacked, but why are there only three people here?"
Caesar pointed his little finger at the charred wall, where three vague outlines of people were engraved on the wall as proof of their existence.
"Rumor has it that the third shadow belongs to an evil ghost." Eddie spread his hands and said casually.
"I've seen evil spirits and souls, but they're not like this."
A hint of coldness appeared on Caesar's face, revealing a maturity and steadiness beyond his age. He lowered his head and the scene below was reflected in his translucent pupils with colorful patterns.
Observing everything subtly and subjectively, in fact, can not only predict the short-term future -
Residues at the scene, burn marks, particles in the air...
After compiling all the information he saw into data, Caesar's brain, with the continuous supply of energy in his body, seemed to have turned into a supercomputer, using various equations, formulas and thinking concepts to deduce what had happened in the past.
Soon, those scenes that existed in the past appeared before Caesar's eyes one by one, as if time was going backwards.
"it is as expected."
After a while, Caesar nodded thoughtfully, with a strange smile on his small lips.
"Young Master, what did you see?" Eddie scratched his head in confusion. He couldn't figure out anything at all, and he was helpless against the toxins in his body.
Caesar snorted and said childishly and confidently, "Almost. However, if we want to determine the direction of the escape of the attackers, we cannot do it based on the potential information provided by this location."
"Why?"
"Because the raider blew himself up, and was wiped out from this world along with the two employees."
Caesar's words shocked Eddie and aroused new doubts. "But there was no trace of explosives at the scene."
"Are you really stupid, or are you just being too picky? Who says you need explosives to explode? What if the attacker's body is the source of the explosion?"
Caesar said this unhappily, not planning to stay here any longer, and walked directly towards the motorcycle.
Seeing this, Eddie hurried to catch up. His body and brain couldn't keep up with the pace, and he continued to ask in confusion: "Young Master, where are we going again?"
Caesar's face was calm, and he said without question, "Aren't there other places that were attacked? Let's check them one by one."
In the following time, Eddie took Caesar and drove a motorbike through the streets, checking the locations of the first to third raids. The scenes were all destroyed cleanly and neatly, and there was a charred black scene without a single clue.
Caesar's eyes became brighter and brighter until he arrived at the fourth location, which was the site of the most recent employee attack that took place yesterday.
"caught you."
Caesar muttered to himself, and took a small piece of iron that was mostly fused from a corner not far from the scorched earth area.
If the terrorist organization targeting Stark Industries sends cannon fodder to carry out attack missions every time, it would be too difficult to find clues.
But obviously, after the perfect success in the previous few times, they finally got a little bolder, and the people who carried out the fourth attack mission were not dead soldiers. This time, the "suicide bomber" killed the target of the mission and fled the scene.
Caesar looked at the small piece of iron in his hand carefully. He did not need any testing tools. His eyes were a hundred times more accurate than any scientific laser scan. At this moment, it was as if he saw long invisible lines following an elusive path and going away.
"Eddie, follow me!"