Chapter 699: Stupid Arican Wade
After giving Elizabeth and Billy the task of searching the case files, Luke and Selina returned to downtown Los Angeles to work on the case.
On the way, they saw two cosplayers in black and white performing on the street.
Although their clothes were fake and their movents were clumsy, everybody could tell at a glance what they were doing — Batman versus the Angel of Judgnt!
This was what fans from all over the world had been doing in the last two days.
Looking at the Angel of Judgnt, who was flapping his wings like a white chicken, and Batman, whose small bat wings were carried over from playing a Christmas devil, Selina suddenly asked, “Was Europe very dangerous?”
Luke grinned. “No, it was very relaxing.”
Selina nodded and said, “This world is getting more and more dangerous. Even vampires have co out. Don’t be careless.”
Luke chuckled. “Safety first. I was the one who taught you that.”
Selina mulled for a mont.
The risks that a certain person took basically weren’t risks to him.
At that mont, in the basent of a certain tycoon’s villa in Malibu, Tony was looking at the video and photos he had just collected.
“I thought it was sothing mystical after all the commotion, but it turns out to be a bionic flying suit.” Looking at the white figure flying away, he curled his lip. “Rumor has it that the military has been building sothing like this for years. Even if it was a bunch of idiots working on it, their progress should be better than this angel’s... Hm, or maybe not.”
Even so, his eyes were fixed on the image. “Jarvis, play it ten tis slower.”
“Stop,” he said.
Tony watched as an indistinct black figure ran into the courtroom building with a huge white box on his back.
A mont later, the Angel of Judgent appeared on the roof with Dukhovich.
He observed for a mont. “Jarvis, look for other images of this person in the video.”
The black man quickly hid behind a tree, and the white Angel of Judgent ca out.
Tony burst out laughing. “The angel is black? If only those people who call him an angel know.”
Chuckling, he ordered, “Jarvis, search for information on this person.”
After a brief search, Jarvis related, “The target did not appear near any caras, and the video and photos are vague. There is one person in the police database whose facial and physical characteristics match at 82.3%.”
Tony didn’t give it too much thought.
There was a limit to how much videos and photos could be enlarged.
To put it simply, the video was only 720P. It couldn’t be turned into a 4K video.
Tony could run a lot of simulations using software, but there would inevitably be deviations.
“Jabal Santos, of mixed African and Latin Arican descent, and a New York gang mber. He went missing in a gang fight five years ago.” Jarvis’s voice rang out, and a black man’s ID and profile appeared on the screen.
Tony was stunned. “A gang mber?”
“According to the intelligence, he’s just an ordinary gangster with nothing special about him. He was incarcerated seven tis, four tis on charges of robbery, two for severe bodily harm, and once for carrying illegal drugs,” Jarvis reported.
Tony shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would a New York hooligan go to Europe as a ssenger of justice? Did Dukhovich kill his family?”
Jarvis said, “Jabal Santos was abandoned outside an orphanage in New York when he was a baby. There’s no information on his parents. He moved around between four foster hos when he was growing up, but all of them are in Arica.”
Tony put his suspicions aside for the ti being. “When I go to bed, find out what the relationship between these family mbers and Jabal is like.”
Jarvis said, “Sir, you haven’t slept for 32 hours. Do you want to start investigating now?”
Tony waved his hand. “Wait, I have another idea. Let ...”
“Miss Potts is waiting for you outside the lab, sir,” Jarvis reminded him again.
Tony put down the parts he had just picked up. “Fine, I’ll take a break first.”
Even so, he couldn’t help but glance at the flat white box on the screen. Recalling the retractable function of an extraterrestrial weapon that he had bought not long ago, he was inspired once again.
He had to hurry up and send Pepper away on so pretense later, then co back and work on his new ideas! Muttering to himself, Tony left the lab.
In the southern hemisphere at that mont, an exploration team was taking a break in the Amazon jungle.
“Captain, we’ve found traces of another indigenous tribe,” a team mber reported to Wade, who was drinking water.
Wade said, “I hope we find the right person this ti. Damn, my d*ck’s going to grow mushrooms if we stay here any longer.”
The team mber didn’t pay attention to him. “Then we need to prepare sothing in return for information.”
Wade said, “Can’t we just give them so glass balls? Didn’t soone do this before, exchanging glass balls for gold... Right, do they have gold here?”
The team mber said, “...Maybe, and there are a lot of gem mines.”
Wade said, “How about so gems...”
The team mber said, “Captain, don’t forget our mission.”
Wade nodded and waved his hand impatiently. “Got it. I’ve taken the money, the mission cos first.”
After that, he couldn’t help but ask again, “By the way, if I get so gems in exchange, that’s fine, right?”
The team mber said, “...You can give it a try.”
Half a day later, Wade cursed as he was dragged out of a grass shack by two team mbers. “Damn it, these natives actually want USD? Aren’t they a tribe? How do they even know what USD is?”
The lips of the team mber who was still in the grass shack twitched. Don’t you know that a lot of Aricans have been here before? The natives know that good stuff can be changed with USD.
He could only squeeze out a smile and gesture at the interpreter next to him. “So, if you can give us any useful leads, we’re willing to pay ten thousand dollars...”
“Damn it, don’t expect to fork out the money. My pay doesn’t include this...” the captain roared.
The team mber’s smile stiffened, but he imdiately rejoiced. Fortunately, the natives didn’t understand English.
“Arican, your leader doesn’t seem friendly toward us, and he doesn’t want to pay up?” a short native man next to the chief suddenly asked.
The team mber: “Huh?”
Looking at his expression, the short man sneered. “You always think you can use glass to get gold and gems from us. Your captain isn’t the first idiot to try that. Tell , are you as stupid as he is?”
The team mber smiled bitterly. “Of course not. I’m the one in charge of money.”
Otherwise, they would probably already have to ask for a second batch of funds from the company even before they could board the helicopter.
The company would definitely continue to give them money, but if this mission didn’t work out, the company could sue the pants off them.
Earning high wages from a capitalist was never easy.
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