After giving the order to Brando, Chen Chen was still a little worried. After all, this would be his first confrontation with the Earth Federation. He thought for a while and said again, "X, send a T-Force to support the previous B.S.S. members."
"Is it the fully armed T-Force?" Little X asked.
"Yes, except for the firearms, bring everything."
Chen Chen nodded. "No matter what, we must snatch those three statues, no matter the cost!"
The so-called T-Force was actually the newly produced T-virus Black Knights. This was a super soldier with tyrant level explosive power and self-healing ability.
In addition, Chen Chen also equipped these T-Force with the mass-produced GS Combat Suit, which was a weakened version of the combat suit in Gantz.
Although this mass-produced combat suit did not have the ability to increase strength, it was not a problem at all for the T-virus Black Knights. After all, the T-virus Black Knights themselves had physical fitness far beyond that of ordinary people.
Finally, coupled with the cloaking device in the Predator, this super ghost-like combat force would become a nightmare for any enemy.
The reason for not bringing weapons was also very simple. It was because Chen Chen's troops wanted to fight across regions and had to rely on international flights. It was only with the help of Little X to falsify identity data that the Black Knights could operate under the noses of various countries without being discovered.
However, if weapons were brought on board the plane, as long as the security personnel were not blind, it was impossible to go undetected.
At this time, in Los Angeles, North America, it was just late at night.
After interrogating the sixth batch of suspects, Geraldson rubbed his temples tiredly. There was already a large stack of relevant notes in his hand.
"What the hell is this stupid mission..."
Geraldson complained in a low voice. He turned his head to look out the window, only to see that the parking lot outside the window had been densely packed with thousands of statues. He even saw that several statues had been pried from the front door of the church.
The reason was that someone had said that these statues could move.
That person had obviously said those words in a joking tone, but he did not expect to be brought here because of those words. Right now, he must be panicking a lot …
At present, the parking lot of the entire FBI Los Angeles branch was filled with countless statues and more statues were being transported by trucks.
As the head of the intelligence team of the Los Angeles branch of the FBI, Geraldson did not know much more than the general public. He only knew that all the operations in North America at this time were ordered by the Federal United Front.
There was only one order issued by this mysterious department: Investigate all statues with anomalies in Northern America and transport them to the New York headquarters of the Earth Federation!
Therefore, as the executive department of the Earth Federation, the Federal Bureau of Investigation immediately went into full swing and the Northern American government also spared no effort to cooperate.
However, who the f * ck could tell him what this order meant? What do you mean by a statue with "abnormal phenomena"?
Geraldson rubbed his hair irritably, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled one out, and put it in his mouth. Then, he took out a golden lighter from his shirt pocket and slowly lit it.
At once, a spicy taste filled his lungs. Geraldson felt energized by the effect of the nicotine.
What he was in charge of now was a group of statues transported from Holmby Mountain.
There were three statues in this group, all of which looked like human faces. One of them had prominent ears and the other two had a mouth and eyes respectively. The reason why this group of statues was also transported here was because its owner claimed that the statues were dug out of a gold mine, so it was also defined as one of the targets with anomalies.
Thinking of this, Geraldson looked at the corner of the room again, looked at the three protrusions covered by a white cloth, and could not help shaking his head.
Yes, as the statues that were the focus of attention, these three statues were not placed in the parking lot like ordinary statues. Instead, they were placed in his interrogation room. At the same time, his people had to ensure the safety of the statues.
After all, the safety of citizens' property still had to be protected.
The owner of this statue was a powerful person. It had to be said that where there were people, there were privileges. The other party did not even come to the FBI, but his boss had sent him to the other party's manor to collect intelligence when the entire agency was extremely short of manpower.
If he had not spent too much time going to the other party's manor, he would not have fallen behind to this extent...
Secretly cursing his damned boss, Geraldson began to interrogate the next group of people who had seen the statues.
Time passed slowly, from late night to dawn, and then from dawn to noon the next day.
There was no rest for the night. It was not until the next afternoon that Geraldson's team finished interrogating the first batch of people who had close contact with the statues.
The stipulated time was approaching. In a while, this batch of statues would be sent to the airport and transported to the New York headquarters.
Just as he uploaded the information in his hand to the computer, the office door was pushed open and one of Geraldson's men walked in. "Boss, Minister George asked us to get ready to send the statues to the airport."
"Okay, I got it."
Geraldson frowned but did not say much. He knew that this was a time of extreme shortage of manpower. It was also his duty to be responsible for the task he was responsible for to the end.
Thinking of this, he gently exhaled a puff of smoke and flicked the cigarette butt away. "Then let's set off early and send the things to the airport, then we can rest."
As he spoke, he pulled the white cloth behind him. Suddenly, three strangely shaped statues were exposed.
The style of these three statues was a little strange. No matter when one looked at them, they gave off an eerie feeling...
After glancing at these three statues, Geraldson did not think much of it. He picked up one of them, turned around, and walked out.
When the others saw this, they also picked up the remaining two statues and followed.
A heavy red truck had been waiting at the bottom of the building for a long time. When Geraldson went down, he saw a large group of colleagues packing the statues they were responsible for in containers and then transporting them to the truck with a forklift.
"Team Leader Geraldson, this is your container."
Seeing Geraldson come down, a federal investigator immediately pointed to a container in the corner that was half the height of a person and said.
Geraldson nodded and walked to the container. He took out the buffer foam next to him and wrapped the statues layer by layer, wrapping them tightly.
After all, according to the statue's owner, Gross, these three statues were already considered precious antiques. If they were damaged, he was afraid that Gross would not let the matter rest.
After all, all three statues were packed into the container and labeled, a forklift immediately drove over and transported the container into the truck.
It was not until the container was completely loaded that Geraldson retracted his gaze and said to the three people behind him, "Let's go, get in the car and wait."
As he spoke, they took the lead and occupied an FBI bus. They got in and waited for the truck to finish loading the containers.
More than ten minutes later, as the truck slowly started up, Geraldson also started up his sedan. Along with Geraldson were seven or eight FBI buses. These vehicles followed behind the truck like a long line of cars.
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