After handing the paper to Tonny, Colsen didn't say anything and went straight to the plane that was about to take off.
When Colsen's figure completely disappeared from the plane, Tonny was still thinking about Colsen's words.
For a genius inventor, science is all the truth he believes in.
But now, Tonny began to doubt whether his beliefs were really correct.
…
After a comfortable sleep, Rogge planned to fly directly to the office by Thor.
But after seeing his blood-red three tomoe Sharingan, he hesitated for a few seconds.
With his current amount of Chakra, even if he keeps his Sharingan open 24 hours a day, it won't affect him much.
And if he keeps his Sharingan open all the time, he will look more handsome.
Handsome or low-key, this is the question.
After thinking about it for a few seconds, Rogge finally made a decision.
Handsome is a matter of life!
So before going to the office, he turned off his Sharingan and changed back to his normal appearance.
When he came to his very simple office through Thor, he found a man in a dark gray suit and dark red sunglasses sitting on the sofa in the office.
In front of the man, there is a cup of steaming coffee, and on his right hand, there is a blind man's stick.
Rogge is no stranger to this person.
Or rather, he is no stranger to this person's other identity.
The person sitting on the sofa is a blind lawyer named Matt Murdock, and behind his back, he has another identity called Daredevil.
When he was in Hell's Kitchen before, Rogge met this Daredevil.
But it was limited to meeting, they didn't have any dealings with each other.
"Hello, I'm Matt Murdock, a lawyer!"
After teleporting to the office, Rogge didn't make any sound, but Matt still perceived his arrival.
Although Matt didn't know how Rogge appeared, he heard Rogge's slowly beating heartbeat.
"Rogge, private detective!"
After that, Rogge came to his desk and sat on the custom-made sofa.
He didn't take the initiative to ask Matt about his plans, but silently waited for Matt to speak.
Time passed by, and the office fell into a strange silence.
One minute, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes …
After more than twenty minutes, they still didn't speak.
However, their silent confrontation was finally interrupted.
It wasn't another client who interrupted them, but two New York police officers.
"Hello, are you Mr. Rogge?" The leading white male police officer asked Rogge very politely.
Seeing the white male police officer's attitude, the black partner next to him was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly reacted.
It was said that Luo Ge was the psychopathic murderer who had slaughtered 115 gangsters.
After thinking of this, the black police officer unconsciously put his right hand on the pistol at his waist.
"Yes, I am Rogge."
Although the black police officer's actions weren't big, they didn't escape Rogge's eyes.
After seeing this scene, a few thoughts quickly flashed in his mind.
Why would he appear at such a time, and in such a polite and vigilant manner?
If he guessed correctly, these two police officers should be here for the warehouse case.
Rogge was sure that he had never left any evidence in the warehouse. Whether it was fingerprints or clothes fibers, he had never left anything.
And before leaving the warehouse, he also confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras in the warehouse.
In that case, the answer to why the two police officers were here was obvious.
Other than himself, only Kingpin's people knew that he had killed those people in the warehouse.
He couldn't report himself, so it could only be Kingpin who reported the news to the New York police.
Rogge's guess was generally correct. The only difference was that Kingpin did not report the news to the police, but he publicized the news thoroughly.
So now not only the police know the news, but also the Hand of the Police.
"Two days ago, in a warehouse next to the Hudson River, there was a gang fight. 115 gangsters died at the scene, so we hope that Mr. Rogge can come back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation of this case."
"Of course, if it's convenient for you."
The white police officer used gentle words as much as possible. Although there was no substantial evidence to prove that the case was done by Rogge, he knew very well that the possibility of Rogge being the murderer was more than 90%.
At this time, the white police officer silently cursed his immediate superior in his heart.
Didn't I just flirt with his sister-in-law? Does he have to hate me so much? He even assigned this kind of task to me.
The white male police officer had seen the hell-like warehouse with his own eyes. He knew very well that if the seemingly harmless Rogge in front of him went crazy, he and his partner had no intention of leaving alive.
Those who died in the warehouse were not gangsters. They were Ninjas of the Hand of the Police. Only those idiot reporters would treat the Ninjas of the Hand of the Police as ordinary gangsters.
"Officer, what's your name?" Rogge did not answer his question but asked his name.
"Jack, my name is Jack!"
When answering, Jack involuntarily used a respectful tone in front of the chief.
"Officer Jack, I am a private detective. I am personally happy to assist the police in the investigation of the case. After all, I am also a person who is willing to cooperate with the police. But you see, I happen to have a client here now, so … "
Rogge didn't say it clearly, but he was sure that Jack understood what he meant.
"Understood, I understand! Since Mr. Rogge is not convenient for you now, then I won't bother you. If it's convenient for you, you can come directly to our police station. Then I won't disturb your work, goodbye! "
After that, Jack bowed slightly to Rogge, then left the office with his partner as quickly as possible, and carefully closed the door of the office gently.
"Since you admit that I am your client, can I commission you now?"
When Jack and his partner left, Matt, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and went straight to Rogge.
"First, tell me the content of your commission, then I will decide whether to accept your commission or not!"
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