screenwriter mystery

Chapter 137 Confrontation
"I hate investigating disappearances."

New York, Manhattan.

Two men in suits got out of the car, and one of them, the white FBI, looked up and scanned the dilapidated environment near the apartment.

His eyes fell on the monitor of the street light not far away, and then he said to his colleagues at the side: "Don't forget to remind the people in the monitoring room of the police station to call up the monitor video during this period."

"The premise is that the monitor is still functioning normally, not broken for no reason"

Following the gaze of his colleague, another FBI agent also looked up at the location of the monitor, and shrugged.

"This is New York, and the city government has enough money to keep these cameras running."

Based on differences in state regulations and fiscal revenue, the maintenance of police force varies from state to state.

Hearing his colleague's answer, the FBI agent who spoke shrugged noncommittally.

He lowered his head and glanced at the files in his hand, and quickly locked on to a nearby apartment.

"According to the address information provided by the reporter, it should be here..."

……

George, at home.

Detective Zhou glanced in the direction of the bedroom.

Then he looked back at the girlfriend of the missing person in front of him, and asked with a serious expression.

"Ma'am, has George had any conflicts or disputes with anyone in his normal work or life?"

"No, as I said, George has a good relationship with everyone. He likes to joke, but he won't annoy others because of him..."

Shaking his head, he repeated what he had just said to Amanda to Agent Zhou in front of him.

Tuk Tuk!

She opened her mouth, about to ask Detective Zhou to find her missing boyfriend.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, so she had to stop talking, and opened the door under the signal of Detective Zhou's eyes.

"Hi ma'am, we are FBI agents..."

Seeing the face behind the door, the white man quickly took out his ID and introduced himself.

"I have a few questions that I want to ask. I hope you can cooperate with our investigation."

"FBI?"

At the door, upon hearing the self-introduction of the white man, the girlfriend of the missing man suddenly showed a confused expression.

"I can understand your doubts at the moment, ma'am. Regarding the more detailed situation, I will explain to you in more detail in subsequent investigations."

Sensing the confusion on the woman's face, the FBI agent mistakenly thought that the other party was surprised why the FBI agent was investigating this missing case, and immediately opened his mouth to explain.

"I'm not surprised by this, it's just that FBI agents..."

"Why do so many FBI agents come to investigate a missing case?"

At the door, the girlfriend of the missing man, George, looked back at Detective Zhou and the others in the room, and the doubt in his tone became more obvious.

There is no doubt that the identity used by Amanda's investigation is also an FBI agent.

"So many FBI agents?!"

Hearing the surprise in the tone of the missing person's girlfriend.

The two FBI agents at the door immediately looked at each other. They put their hands on the handles of the guns behind their waists, and at the same time warned the girlfriend of the missing person at the door: "Ma'am, please keep your movements, open the door and step back." to a safe place."

Hearing the warning from the FBI agents, especially after noticing their vigilant actions, the expression on George's girlfriend's face immediately became panicked, and she subconsciously followed the FBI agents' command to open the door, and then saw The two FBI agents at the door took out their pistols, pointed at the people in the house, and warned loudly: "Now, everyone is not allowed to move!"

Inside the house, as early as the knock on the door, two FBI agents introduced themselves to the missing man's girlfriend.

Detective Zhou already knew that their identities had been exposed.

Therefore, while the FBI drew its gun to warn.

The BSI people in the room also pulled out their pistols without hesitation, and formed a dangerous confrontation with the FBI at the door.

"Drop your weapons, get down, and put your hands on your head!"

……

"I'm coming!"

San Marino.

Looking at the dangerous form presented on the broken panel of the system, Zhao Yuan stopped his hands and slightly twitched the corner of his mouth.

Even just through the system's screen, he could feel the tense atmosphere at the scene.

This plot was not in the plot of his original script.

But surprisingly.

In Zhao Yuan's hands, the touch from the top of his head suddenly stopped.

[Voodoo Doll] raised her eyes formed by red buttons, tilted her woolen head and glanced at Zhao Yuan who was motionless in front of her.

He raised the toothpick-thick trident in his hand and carefully poked his palm hanging in mid-air.

"Ah."

The slight tingling pain from his palm made Zhao Yuan withdraw his attention from the system screen in front of him, and looked down at the red button of the [Voodoo Doll] in his hand. The palm of her hand continued to touch the soft woolen head of [Voodoo Doll].

His eyes continued to pay attention to the confrontation in the system without blinking.

……

New York, Manhattan, George's home.

In the bedroom, Spike confronts the imminent situation before him.

But still calmly picked up the teacup in his hand, took a sip of hot tea, and seemed out of tune with the tense atmosphere around him.

Beside him, Amanda pointed her gun at the two FBI agents at the door, but the expression on her face obviously couldn't be as calm as Spike.

She had imagined the situation where BSI and FBI collided.

But I didn't expect it to be so intense from the very beginning.

"Who are you?"

Standing at the door and scanning the crowd in the room, the FBI agent had an extremely serious expression on his face.

"What is the purpose of appearing at the missing person's home? What is the connection with the disappearance in New York!"

The fact that Amanda and others appeared in the home of the missing person made the FBI agents subconsciously link them with the frequent disappearance cases in New York.

"We are the FBI..."

Looking across the dark muzzles of the two FBI agents, Agent Zhou answered with a silent face.

"Don't try to fool us with this trick, we are FBI agents!"

Undoubtedly, Detective Zhou's answer drew even more fierce rebuttals from the two real FBI agents. They interrupted before Detective Zhou finished speaking.

The scene became tense for a while.

Sensing that the atmosphere was gradually moving towards the edge of danger, Amanda had no choice but to open her mouth and glanced at the girlfriend of the missing person who was hiding behind the door.

"BSI..."

"I'm the team leader Amanda, and this is Agent Zhou, Agent Phil, and Agent Angela..."

"There's one more person, the guy sitting in the bedroom drinking tea!"

Hearing Amanda's self-introduction, the two FBI agents looked at each other, and then the white agent pointed to Spike in the bedroom and asked.

"He's Spike."

Facing the FBI agent's questioning, Amanda turned her head and glanced at Spike beside her, and replied in a low voice.

"Advisor to BSI."

　Thanks to Dr. Miyaluo for the reward of 100 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)