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Chapter 366

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Many years later, Galil, who had become the director of the FBI, would still remember the afternoon that changed his fate.

He would never forget that Mr. Zhang, who was wearing a brown trench coat and a deer-hunting hat, looked like Sherlock Holmes. He randomly found a woman from the group of reporters and said, "Come on, Galil, let me introduce you. This lady is the murderer who killed Evelyn's family. Oh, you also stole the ring. Am I right?"

This scene happened without warning. Mr. Zhang's tone was calm and casual, as if he was not going to introduce a murderer, but his girlfriend.

Galil didn't react for a while.

The first one to respond was none other than the woman who had been caught by Mr. Zhang.

A second ago, she was still staring at him innocently, as if she didn't know what he was talking about. The next second, like a dancer, she raised her leg high and kicked the camera in Mr. Zhang's hand away.

Mr. Zhang was quick to react. He immediately jumped up and held the camera firmly in his hand again.

The woman continued to attack, and her target was still the camera.

Galil didn't understand why they were so obsessed with the camera.

To Galil's surprise, Mr. Zhang was not only good at reasoning, but also very good at fighting. If the two of them fought, he wouldn't last more than three minutes.

The woman was the same. After knowing that she was no match for him, she wanted to escape.

But another thing happened that surprised Galil.

The TV reporters and self-media who had come to interview all took off their clothes, revealing uniforms that he had never seen before. They were all strong and agile and surrounded the murderer.

Only then did Galil realize that these people were all invited by Mr. Zhang.

They were well-trained and had strong individual combat ability. Obviously, they were not from the FBI, but more like special forces.

Although the terrain in the hospital was complicated, the female murderer retreated under their siege. She took out a pistol and took a hostage.

At the critical moment, Mr. Zhang magically appeared behind her and knocked her out with a karate chop.

Galil's eyes widened because a few seconds ago, Mr. Zhang had been watching the show leisurely outside the crowd.

He seemed to be … able to teleport?

After the criminal was caught, Mr. Zhang sent her to a special car. Galil saw three big letters printed on it.

It was an organization he had never seen before.

Mr. Zhang came to him with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Alright, Inspector Garlier, it's done. Thank you for your cooperation over the past few days. What happens next is not something you can get involved in. Go back and wait for your reward."

Thinking back to the Beyonder powers displayed by the murderer and Mr. Zhang, Galil felt that he knew something incredible.

Later, the case was left unsettled, and the reputation of the Bureau of Investigation among the public declined again and again. However, not only was Galil not punished, he was promoted to the position of director.

It was not until the day he took over the post that he came into contact with some fields that he had never been able to touch before. Only then did he realize how terrifying Mr. Zhang was.

Of course, that was a long time in the future.



Back to the afternoon when the murderer was caught, the sun was shining brightly.

Zhang Jue did not use too much force, and the woman soon woke up.

She found herself sitting in an interrogation room, with eight square characters hanging on the wall opposite her. It seemed to be Chinese, but she could not understand them.

Opposite her, a man in his twenties was sitting behind the interrogation table, playing a mobile phone game. She even heard the sound effects of "Wula Wula".

Seeing that she woke up, the man put his mobile phone aside and pretended to cough.

He asked in accented English, "Name?"

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