If Congers were present, he would recognize this officer as his long-ti partner. This report caused Director Matthew to feel a surge of uncontrollable anger.
Because these two gunn were arranged by the director to search for and eliminate Congers, erasing any possible evidence.
With a limited number of officers in the town, hiring two gunn to do so dirty work unseen by the public could also improve efficiency.
But His Lordship the Director didn’t expect that these hired gunn, despite their reputation, were so useless. They failed to catch the person, didn’t accomplish the task, and even dragged the FBI into the ss.
This anger was mixed with imnse anxiety, causing His Lordship the Director to let out a low, muffled hum, like a volcano on the verge of eruption, ready to spew boiling lava at any mont.
A month ago, the "Bar Lottery" case had already pushed White Beach Town into the spotlight.
This originally obscure seaside town had suddenly beco the focus of national attention, drawing countless eyes.
Now, in just one day, five people had died, including three FBI agents, which would undoubtedly stir up a storm in this quiet small town.
The FBI would never let this go and would definitely investigate thoroughly.
White Beach Town indeed had so things that couldn’t withstand scrutiny. Once illuminated by the ’spotlight’, the darkness beneath the facade would inevitably be exposed.
Director Matthew would also be rcilessly thrust into the maelstrom of public opinion, like a beast trapped in a ring of fire, still baring its fangs but unable to escape.
Outside the police line, reporters were like hungry vultures searching for carrion, holding microphones, interviewing neighbors around the cri scene, trying to dig up more news material.
When they saw Director Matthew appear, they sward over, shouting, "Director, can you comnt on this case?"
Director Matthew tightened his trench coat and didn’t even glance at the reporters, as if his cold rejection could temporarily isolate the trouble.
The officer following behind the director continued his report: "The FBI’s Carl and his partner were the first to arrive at the scene. They were also investigating Congers but ended up in a shootout with the two gunn.
One gunman died in the front yard, the other next to the sofa in the living room. But not long after Carl and his partner entered the house, there was another exchange of gunfire.
His partner died at the dining room door, shot in the back.
So residents fild the scene. That kid nad Victor helped Chief Inspector Carl out and then fled in the gunn’s pickup truck.
That pickup truck had fake plates and was a black car. We’re investigating it, but its whereabouts are currently unknown."
This statent made Director Matthew even more uneasy, with various dreadful consequences constantly flashing through his mind.
His first reaction was to label the shootout, "Elvin, you’re wrong. This was a hostage situation. It must be that kid Victor who took Chief Inspector Carl hostage.
This was very likely a preditated ambush against FBI agents, undoubtedly a carefully crafted conspiracy."
Officer Elvin caught on quickly and nodded, "Alright, I’ll use this explanation when talking to the reporters later."
Director Matthew walked into the living room, surveying the bullet-riddled cri scene. He asked in a low voice, "Are the caras at the Congers’ house still there?"
Officer Elvin shrugged helplessly and pointed to the ceiling, "The Congers’ house uses network caras.
There’s one at each of the front and back doors, and three inside the house. The videos were all uploaded to a cloud drive.
We’ve already accessed the cloud drive videos through technical ans. The videos show that there was an internal conflict between the two FBI agents."
"Internal conflict?" Director Matthew’s heartbeat suddenly sped up, and he pursued, "Since we found the videos, at least we can clear our responsibilities."
Officer Elvin shook his head, looking troubled, and said, "The videos on the cloud drive have already been deleted. It was very likely done by the FBI."
"Why would the FBI interfere in this matter?" Director Matthew’s face turned ugly and more vicious, like a cornered beast on the verge of losing control.
He lowered his voice and spat out viciously, "We still have to find Congers, by any ans necessary. And that kid Victor, we must not let him go."
Officer Elvin nodded slowly, expressionless, but worry flashed in his eyes—Congers had been a chief for over ten years, with excellent counter-investigation skills.
As for Victor... the two gunn couldn’t catch him, the two FBI agents didn’t apprehend him. But he’s an Asian. As long as there are enough police officers, he should be easier to deal with.
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