The NYPD patrol car drove out of the alley, but the person sitting in the car was no longer the white-skinned police dog of the New York Police Department.
Nuonuo held the steering wheel, with an expression of excitement mixed with some dissatisfaction: "Did you make a mistake, actually letting a girl be your driver? You are really bad ass."
Gu Bei leaned against the passenger seat and adjusted his hat: "Then what can I do? I don't know how to drive a right-hand drive car. And I don't have a driver's license yet."
Nono glanced at Gu Bei with disdain. The founder and former director of Dangtang Nadutong, the inventor of strange arts, the boss of all strange people in the world, how could Gu Bei not have a driver's license?
Nono would not believe such nonsense.
But Gu Bei actually told the truth about this, and there are also very complicated reasons for this, that is...
Gu Bei has actually been researching a magic technique that can fly. After successfully researching this magic technique, a driver's license will be completely redundant for him.
"And, even though you say so, you are actually very excited, aren't you?"
"Your speech is terrible."
Nuonuo complained, but did not refute Gu Bei's words.
Gu Bei was right, Nono was very excited now.
As a little witch who is not afraid of anything and dares to touch a tiger's butt, pretending to be a police officer is indeed a new and exciting activity, but...
"Will there be Chinese police officers in the NYPD? And will they be female police officers?"
Gu Bei spread his hands and said, "That kind of thing doesn't matter. We're just borrowing their identities to use it. Besides, don't you think it will be much easier to walk on the streets of New York after driving this car?"
"really……"
When the surrounding private cars saw the patrol car, they wanted to drive their cars onto the spacious sidewalk to make way for the patrol car. Thanks to this, Nono's driving became much smoother.
"Where should we go first?"
Gu Bei thought for a moment: "Let's go to Hell's Kitchen first. The things Richard left behind won't escape, but that Dr. Brian has legs. It wouldn't be good if he escaped. "
"ok."
Nono turned on the car navigation system, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of Queens.
Gu Bei: "...You hybrids can't even learn how to obey traffic rules!?"
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Rockefeller Center Ground Floor, Executive Bureau, New York.
There is no sunlight here all year round. Above the head are fluorescent lamps and soft light lamps that cycle for twelve hours, covering the entire ceiling of the base without gaps. Even if you are underground, you can feel the alternation of the sun and the moon.
However, this feeling is just an illusion produced by humans when they sense light.
If you really stay underground for a long time, both humans and hybrids will gradually lose their sense of time, so the work of the New York Executive Bureau generally adopts a shift system.
Caesar twisted his numb neck and looked around.
The staff in the stalls have almost dispersed.
After all, there is not much work here. The main task every day is to perform regular maintenance on the data center, and to manually import external data into the data center and classify it.
The work is not difficult, but trivial, so most of the people working here are idle personnel who have no combat capabilities and are unable to participate in the mission due to various reasons.
Now that the work is over, the staff naturally go to rest. In the evening, the intelligence department will deliver today's data. At that time, it will be their working time.
It is said that the data center of the New York Executive Bureau stores everything that happened in New York over the past twenty years.
Caesar looked around. There were only four people left in the room.
Senior Yin Sen who was still working hard, the head of the stall lying on the table who didn't know whether he had fallen asleep, Caesar himself, and Bingshan Chu Zihang sitting next to Caesar.
Ye Sheng came here once in the morning, saying that he was going to investigate the traditional Chinese medicine stores in the city and come to Yin Sen to report.
Although both Caesar and Chu Zihang knew that Ye Sheng's trip was destined to be in vain, they both had a tacit understanding and did not break it.
Under the current circumstances, it would be more in the interests of the two of them to separate Ye Sheng.
It was not clear to the two of them whether Ye Sheng was trustworthy, but after all, Ye Sheng was also a member of the Executive Bureau, and the Executive Bureau was not trustworthy.
Ye Sheng is an A-level combatant no matter what. If the two of them really cause trouble in the executive bureau, it would be best if Ye Sheng is not around.
At this time, Chu Zihang also raised his head, and the two looked at each other.
Caesar: "Go and send Yin Sen away."
Chu Zihang: "?"
Eye contact fails.
Caesar flashed the room director's authority card in his hand and pointed at Yin Sen beside him. Chu Zihang understood.
Standing up from his position, Chu Zihang drove to Yin Sen.
At this time, after working all night, Yin Sen's eyes were bloodshot.
The physical fitness of hybrids is much stronger than that of ordinary people, but everything in this world must abide by the law of conservation of energy. As long as living creatures are alive, they need to eat and replenish energy, and they cannot always do work outwards.
Yin Sen noticed a dark figure standing next to him. He looked up and found that it was Chu Zihang: "Zi Hang, did you find anything?"
Last night, after Chu Zihang came out of the underground computer room, he went straight to the archives room. The news from Fingel had to wait. In order to improve efficiency, he chose to come to Caesar to help, and at the same time, "Bryan" Doesn't exist" and "Fingel is investigating the mole" were passed to Caesar.
What made him very speechless was that he was left in the stall to repeat a boring job like screwing on an assembly line all night.
It's ridiculous to judge whether there is a suspicion from countless data, because if you don't go to the site to investigate and just rely on data to infer, unless you are the reincarnation of Conan, you may not even be able to deduce the name of the store.
However, due to certain conditions, Yin Sen's team and even the entire executive bureau were unable to conduct on-site inspections.
Because compared with the few traditional Chinese medicine pharmacies in New York, there are too many places that meet the requirements. Even if the entire enforcement bureau is dispatched to investigate one by one, it will take about a week to get the results.
If you have that time, it is better to filter out some of the information that are not suspicious, and then focus on the rest.
Although Chu Zihang and Caesar knew very well that their target was the "Bryan Psychological Clinic", there was one thing that needed to be made clear, that is, whether it was the "Bryan Psychological Clinic" or "Doctor Bryan", According to Norma and Fingel's report, there were no eligible targets in New York.
This means that their previous reasoning is of no use. The other party forged their identity from the beginning to mislead the reasoning candidates, and Caesar and Chu Zihang were really led away from the beginning.
Now that they know there is no target at all, the two of them also understand that even if they rummage through the information in the data center, they probably won't be able to find this person.
Not only is this work tedious, it's also completely useless.
The reason why the two of them are still wasting time here is to obtain detailed information about Richard and Mary.
The New York Enforcement Bureau has recorded everything in New York over the past twenty years, big and small, and will back up every surveillance on every street.
Caesar and Chu Zihang did not know that Gu Bei and his party had obtained the main information about Richard, but this was not important.
What they were investigating was Richard's basic information, not the written text recorded on Cassel's internal system, but image data that could more accurately represent Richard's experience in New York.
There may be a spy in the New York Executive Bureau, and they may have a hand reaching the sky, but their hands cannot reach into the archives, because the information here is always managed by people sent by the Cassel College Intelligence Headquarters.
That's right, the director of the archives over there who has a grudge against Pompeo Gattuso should actually be from the Intelligence Department of Cassel College in name.
At the same time, no matter which executive bureau branch's archives it is, all the Internet is disconnected and data is imported manually.
All the people in the Intelligence Department have been brainwashed and swear allegiance to the great dragon-slaying cause. If they want to put their hands into the Intelligence Department, they must either be approved by Angers and recognized by the Intelligence Department as one of their own; or they must be high-level secret party officials, such as Caesar is the next head of Gattuso's family, one of the future secret party giants, and a reserve member of the school board.
Therefore, in executive offices around the world, the file room is the most airtight place.
The burly head of the guard office handed over authority to Caesar. Although there were Pompeii factors involved, what was more important was the status of the Gattuso family.
Facing Yin Sen's question, Chu Zihang shook his head and put his hand on Yin Sen's shoulder.
"Senior, you go and take a rest first. Caesar and I are here."
After hanging out with Gu Bei for so long, Chu Zihang has naturally learned some things that are hard to use, like now.
Use Yuan Qi to stimulate acupuncture points to make the body feel more tired and quickly enter a state of drowsiness.
This is a little trick that Gu Bei developed when he was still a doctor. At that time, some patients refused to go into the operating room under general anesthesia. As long as they were under partial anesthesia, Gu Bei not only couldn't use both hands to quickly end the treatment, but also had to endure mental problems. The patients there talked endlessly.
So Dr. Gu had an idea, improved Ji Shi Tang's Xuan Hu recipe, and developed such a drowsy acupuncture technique.
It’s hard to say what the evaluation is, but since then, no patient has come out of Dr. Gu’s operating room with his eyes open.
Now Chu Zihang used this trick on Yin Sen, who was exhausted after working all night.
Outstanding effect.
This old man was still muttering "I haven't finished reading the information yet", and he had already fallen asleep with his back legs on the table.
Chu Zihang gave Caesar a thumbs up.
Caesar: ...Magical putty-removing skills!
Chu Zihang glanced at the stall manager who was sleeping soundly aside.
Caesar shook his head, indicating that it didn't matter.
Chu Zihang bent down and picked up Yin Sen: "Be careful and remember to erase your browsing history."
Caesar made an OK gesture.
Chu Zihang nodded, turned around and left with Yin Sen on his shoulders...
Carrying...
Caesar was speechless.
Are all the mixed-races in your dynasty so hard-core?
With this in mind, he took out the black card with the room director's authority and started a new computer.
The computer I am using has been marked. It doesn’t matter what permissions I have on this host. However, no matter what I investigate, the news may leak out. Just in case, it is the best way to open an anonymous computer and use it. .
Caesar used the authority of the room manager to connect to the main port of the data center and began to search for the information he wanted.
Suddenly, his ears twitched and he turned to look at the room director lying on the table next to him.
But the room chief was breathing long and sleeping soundly, and there didn't seem to be any movement.
"illusion?"
Golden yellow dyed the boy's eyes, and monsters from the far east began to fly. Only then did Caesar relax and check the information carefully.
But what he didn't know was that behind him, the room chief who had not moved just now was looking at him with wide golden eyes, while the Kamaitachi flying in the air showed no sign of reporting the news.
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Manhattan, West Midtown.
Although it is the richest area in New York, the darkness here is not much better than that of the notorious Bronx.
If Manhattan concentrates 95% of the wealth in New York, then Midtown West, located in Manhattan, concentrates all the darkness of Manhattan.
Because this is, Hell's Kitchen.
In the famous Hell's Kitchen, the most indispensable thing is all kinds of talents.
There is a gangster who can steal forty-one wealthy people in a row with only a pair of pipe wrenches, a biochemical madman who can manufacture contraband with a beaker and test tube, and even a special hobby that can steal batteries without anyone noticing. By.
If you open a psychological clinic in a place like this, whether it will be a good business or not, survival is a big problem.
Apart from anything else, the protection fee alone can bankrupt a bat wearing tights and cosplaying on the street in the middle of the night in one month.
No kidding.
So, no bushi in Hell's Kitchen.
Of course, the above is just a joke. For mixed races, the "talent" among ordinary people is no different between them and ordinary people.
Before magic appeared in this world, blood was the greatest violence.
Well, in New York, blood is still the greatest violence.
"Bryan" stood at the door of the small building. The sign "Bryan Psychological Clinic" upstairs was taken down, but it was not put up. Instead, it was placed at the door of the small building.
Not only has it not become less attractive, it has become more conspicuous.
But it doesn’t matter, this is the effect we want.
A black shadow emerged from the shadow behind the small building. "Bryan" turned his head and looked over. Although it was exactly the same black shadow, "Bryan" recognized the difference at a glance.
"Fujin? I thought it was Wu Ni coming to pick me up."
The black shadow shook his head, and indeed he made a sharp voice that was different from the previous one: "You made Wuni so angry last time. That guy said he didn't want to see you."
"It seems that he is still a little bit cautious."
Black Shadow spread his hands: "Actually, I don't blame him. If it were me who heard you say bad things about the Lord..."
"What will happen?"
"Well... I'll send you to see Wu Ni, probably."
Brian smiled, and the wind blew up half of his covered face, which was covered with dense scales.
"We should go."
Fu Jin scratched the top of his head. It was a black mass and he didn’t know if there was any hair on his head: “Things in the basement.”
"Aren't they looking for me? Leave it to them."
"Actually, even if they find it, they won't believe it was you. After all, the mark and bloodline origin... no matter how you think about it, it's not a word spirit that can appear in the same hybrid."
"Bryan" tied up his hair, and a handsome and twisted face appeared in the air: "But I am Deadpool now."
"Okay, as long as you're happy..."
"Richard..."
