"Um, have you already made the arrangements regarding smuggling abroad?"
Looking at Joseph coming over, Colin hesitated and asked.
His preparations were not yet complete, and this was not the time for the showdown with Joseph as he had expected.
"No, it's almost there. I have something else to talk to you about." Joseph shook his head and followed Colin downstairs. He glanced at Kyle who was busy on the first floor and asked, "Why do you still let him stay here?"
"I have already fired him and gave him $3,000 in compensation. As for now, I stayed up late to make some things yesterday, so I asked this guy to help me watch over the things for a morning. I will let him leave soon."
Colin briefly explained, turned around, looked at Joseph and asked, "You said you wanted to see me for something, what is it?"
After hearing this, Joseph stopped paying attention to Kyle's affairs and asked directly: "I heard that you ordered some toxic materials from John yesterday. Why?"
"John called you?" Colin quickly guessed the reason and patted his head, saying, "Hey, man, I'm on the run, so I have to have some cards with me. If I don't do it now while there's still time, do I have to wait until I'm on the run to do it?"
"real?"
Joseph asked with a frown, his eyes constantly looking at Colin.
He always felt that this guy Colin had other purposes.
"Of course, why would I lie to you if there's nothing wrong?"
Ke Lin nodded sincerely, turned his head to look at the deliveryman who just walked in, and said hurriedly: "The stuff should have arrived, I have to hurry and get my stuff, and you should contact me as soon as possible. If I leave one day later, my danger will be greater."
Having said that, Colin left Joseph behind and walked over to receive it.
Joseph watched from behind, hesitated for a moment, warned Colin not to do anything weird, and then left the store with Kyle.
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Ku Klux Klan headquarters.
The fire had long been extinguished, and the remaining ruins were full of burnt scenes.
At this time, dozens of people in black suits were moving around, searching for any clues that might be useful in the ruins.
The original location of the lobby in the tavern.
A man in a suit who seemed to be the leader of the group took out a bullet from the burnt wood.
"How's the search for clues going?"
He stood up and asked in a cold tone.
As a person who has been specifically ordered by the leader of the Ku Klux Klan to handle this incident with full authority, he must resolve this matter as quickly and satisfactorily as possible.
Let all the underground forces who are paying attention to this matter know what the consequences will be if they provoke them!
And once he cannot find the culprit for a long time, or cannot find a perfect solution.
So, how much power he is given now, and how much punishment he will suffer afterwards.
A man nearby ran up to the man in the suit and said, "We have asked all the vendors and residents nearby, but so far no one has claimed to have seen a large number of people coming at once, nor has anyone seen a large vehicle that could carry away more than a dozen bodies at once."
"To be honest, Boss, this is a bit weird."
The younger brother who was reporting said this with a frown on his face, and the man in the suit clenched his hand holding the bullet after hearing this.
"Weird?"
"The person who killed our KKK must pay the price! No matter what force he is, no matter whether he is a human being or not!"
"Investigate! Investigate all the nearby gangs, all those who have a grudge against us and this branch!"
"I don't believe they can do it so perfectly that there are no flaws at all!"
The man in the suit sneered and said this, and the younger brother next to him ran over and gave orders after hearing it.
In the distance, two people, one wearing a coat and the other in casual clothes, one older and one younger, stood at the corner with newspapers in their hands, watching the people ahead who were searching through the ruins.
"Oh no, they sent this tough guy, Xisi. It seems that the KKK is really worried about this matter."
The younger white man let out a strange cry and spoke frivolously while looking at the man in a suit who was giving orders in the ruins in front of him.
"If they weren't anxious and worried that they might make a big noise, the higher-ups wouldn't have let us come."
"And Ferdie, be serious, we are on a mission."
The older man responded and corrected the habit he disliked.
Ferdie listened to his partner's daily lectures and responded skillfully, "Yes, yes, I'll pay attention next time, Miles, you are the one who likes to nag the most in the entire FBI."
Miles was embarrassed and said: "I'm doing this for your own good, kid, I got my first partner because..."
Ferdie interrupted impatiently: "You died just because you were as frivolous as me? Hey, Miles, you've told me this hundreds of times, and I've emphasized to you dozens of times that I just look like this..."
"Forget it, let's skip this topic. I don't want to get into the same endless quarrel as usual."
"Guess who did this?"
Feddy pointed his eyes to the front to ask, and Miles listened, thought for a moment and said: "There is too little information to analyze, but there are only a few forces that can do this, and we will be able to investigate it sooner or later."
"Hey, I don't think so."
Listening to Miles' words, Ferdie chuckled.
Miles raised an eyebrow: "Reason?"
"You should remember the nearby surveillance video we watched this morning."
Hearing Miles' question, Ferdie explained.
"Video? I know, but I remember we didn't find any clues?"
The United States does not have surveillance cameras everywhere on the streets like China does, but fortunately, there are surveillance cameras installed at several key intersections near the pub. However, even so, they did not find anything suspicious during the investigation.
"Yes, there are no clues, but later, I also collected a map of the sewer pipes in this area."
Feddy said this with a hint of excitement in his eyes. Miles frowned and said, "Do you think they transported the bodies through the sewers? But that's impossible. Such a big move would definitely be seen by nearby residents even if this place is relatively remote."
"Yes, of course it's impossible! It's just like there was a fierce gunfight, but there was no trace of blood inside. At the same time, no matter whether you ask the residents around or check the surveillance, you can't find any suspicious people!"
Feddy's brows became more and more excited, and at the same time he revealed his guess: "Miles, do you think this is a case committed by that kind of person!"
"That kind of people?"
Miles' brows were deeply furrowed.
As a senior detective with more than 20 years of experience, he is naturally aware of some events that normal people cannot access.
Although once such an incident occurred, it would be immediately taken over by a special organization with a name as long and rustic as a foot binding, he still knew one thing, and he didn't even know if he had been lucky enough to have come into contact with it once.
Now that Ferdie had pointed out this possibility, he had to say that he was a little skeptical.
"It's still too far-fetched. We can't report to the higher-ups based on this alone."
After a moment's silence, Miles spoke.
"Of course, I'm just making a guess, but we can lean slightly in this direction in our future investigations."
Listening to Miles' reply, Ferdie did not seem disappointed.
He looked up and saw the KKK members leaving the ruins, then called to his partner, "Now that they're gone, it's time for us to go check."
Miles followed with a sullen face.
Dozens of minutes later, Ferdie dug out a surveillance hard drive from the rubble that had obvious signs of being damaged by heavy objects, and said excitedly, "This method seems to have increased the possibility of my guess, Miles!"
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