Six Hundred and Ninetieth Chapters Incident Outbreak

For a national treasure-level scientist like Professor Kelvin, he sees people and things from a completely different perspective. In his eyes, many people in Wall Street and Washington could go to jail for a lifetime, so when he learned that Zhou Qingfeng might be a super spy, he didn't expect to reject him.

But for Helena, it was still too difficult to accept Zhou Qingfeng. She has been in the reception room of the FBI's Chicago branch all day long, but she has not been able to see her boss, William Bob.

At night, Helena had to leave the government building. She felt very ridiculous. When the whole world was speculating and questioning what happened in the shooting, she, the most critical insider, was ignored. Even when she tried to contact other high-level people, everyone said they were busy.

Standing outside the gradually deserted federal government building, Helena didn't know what to do for a moment. Back to that crappy apartment on the Kenwood block? Or find another hotel to stay? Unable to make a decision for a moment, she was in a daze.

Ding Lingling's cell phone rang again, it was an unfamiliar number. Helena frowned and connected, and heard an anxious and irritable voice, "Natasha, you stinky bitch, I really didn't expect you to be an undercover agent of the FBI."

"Who are you?" Natasha asked coldly.

"I'm Beaver, I was the one who recruited you into the bar. But you bitch brought us a huge disaster." The person on the other end of the phone looked extremely angry and kept cursing.

"Oh..., I remembered you. You didn't die? What a pity!" A lecherous, timid and money-greedy black man flashed through Helena's mind. This guy was Chris' Gray Fang's confidant.

"Yes, I'm not dead, but I can't escape either. The fight last night was deliberately manipulated by someone, and I have something that can destroy the black hand behind this scene. I don't trust the police or the media. I plan to Give it to you." Beaver on the phone cursed viciously, yelling for everyone to pay the price.

"Then you actually believe me?" Natasha sneered, she thought it was just a desperate black villain who wanted to grab and bite and drag more people into the water.

"I believe in an FBI agent who is willing to work as a stripper in order to collect clues undercover. Although I hate you, you are more reliable than those politicians and reporters. People like you can't complete the mission without firm belief." Beaver's words were full of sarcasm.

"I really didn't expect you to give me such a high evaluation." Helena sneered endlessly.

"I'll send you some pictures, and you will believe what I say." Biver asked Helena's email address, and actually sent some pictures.

At first Helena was careless, but when she opened these pictures online, she immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

*** Sexual assault, *** killing, there are several protagonists in the picture, all of them are government executives, and one of them is even Chicago Mayor Iman. The last picture shows the broken bodies of several teenage boys, who were hastily buried.

"You take my word for it now, don't you?" Biver said.

Helena felt her hands and feet were cold, her body was shaking, and her head was buzzing. She has experienced many dark things, but today is the one that makes her most angry, "Damn, where are you? You have to be a tainted witness and bring these scumbags to court."

But Biver said sadly: "I'm trapped in a building, and Iman's people are looking for me. They will kill me right away, then catch me, and torture me until I can make sure that I can't threaten them. "

"Where are you? I will rescue you right away. I can ask the police near you to rescue you." Helena shouted anxiously.

"It's useless, the people who came to arrest me are the police." Beaver smiled bitterly, "Boss Chris has been worried that Iman will kill him, so he left a lot of things behind. We were worried that it would be unsafe to put them online, so we put them on the Internet. It was stored in a bank safe in New York.

"

Beaver gave an address and an account code to access the safe, and there was already a sound of bangs and pistol shots coming from the phone. He finally said desperately: "Goodbye, Natasha, the trouble is now in your hands. Don't trust the people of the government too much, I wish you good luck!"

Bang... A gunshot ended the call.

Helena was in a daze for a long time, until she heard another male voice, "Hello! Is anyone there?"

Helena didn't speak, but her breathing was a little short. Her mind was very confused, she wanted to report this matter immediately, to expose this matter, and to send those scumbags in high positions to hell.

But the person on the other end of the phone couldn't hear her, and said again: "I'm Sheriff Horton of the Chicago Police Department. The person I was talking to you just now is a very dangerous criminal. If he has..."

Beep beep..., Helena finally cut off the phone. She took a deep breath and made up her mind, turned around and was about to walk back. She wanted to immediately tell her FBI colleagues the photos on her phone and the news she just received. This kind of case can no longer be trusted by the Chicago police, and can only be referred to the FBI.

Just by turning around, there was someone standing behind Helena. William Bob, who couldn't be found all day, was walking towards her with a smile, "Hi... Helena, nice to meet you! I'm sorry, I've been in meetings all day, and those bastards actually He also said he would investigate me.

But Mayor Iman used his network to help me, and this matter will be properly resolved, and your credit will be given. Oh, right. I heard that you wanted to find me, but I just called you but couldn't get through. "

It could be seen that Agent Bob felt relieved. But just when Helena was eager to report what he had just learned, his cell phone rang suddenly.

"Oh, it's Mayor Iman's call." Agent Bob raised a finger to signal Helena to keep silent, while he himself connected the phone with enthusiasm, "Hi, Your Excellency Mayor, hello !"

Detective Bob still wanted to say a few words, but Mayor Iman on the phone looked annoyed, "Bob, we just dealt with the last of Chris's subordinates. But that guy committed suicide, and those stupid policemen failed to find the key thing.

More importantly, that bastard made a phone call before he died. We are now using technical means to trace who the call was made to? Trouble you also take action, must not let the situation get out of control. "

"Okay, Mr. Mayor, I will deal with it as soon as possible." Detective Bob was so humble that he was almost obsequious. He took out a pen from his pocket and wrote down a phone number on his palm. After he hung up the phone, he deliberately let out a long breath, and jokingly said to Helena: "People in the government are so annoying, they always make trouble for us."

Helena stared at Bob's face, subconsciously took half a step back.

Agent Bob started making calls again, and at the same time looked at the phone number written on his palm. He was about to ask other subordinates to check the details of this number, but suddenly felt that this number looked familiar.

The scene was quiet for a few seconds. Agent Bob turned his puzzled eyes to Helena, then to the cell phone Helena was still holding, "Who were you calling just now?"

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