After handing over the tedious task of searching through the files to Elizabeth and Selina, Luke and Selina returned to downtown Los Angeles to continue working on the case.
On the way, they saw cosplayers, one in black and one in white, performing together on the side of the street.
Although they were dressed like knockoffs and moved clumsily, everyone could tell what they were doing at a glance — Batman versus the Angel of Judgment!
This was the daily activity of fans all over the world in the last two days.
Looking at the "Angel of Judgment", who was flapping his wings that looked like chicken wings, and the "Batman", who was carrying the small bat wings that he used to pretend to be a demon on Christmas, Selina suddenly asked, "Will it be very dangerous to go to Europe this time?"
Luke grinned. "No, it's very easy."
Selina nodded. "The world is getting more and more dangerous. Even vampires are out. Don't be careless."
Luke chuckled. "Safety first. I taught you that."
Selina thought for a moment and agreed.
A certain guy's adventure never seemed to be an adventure.
At that moment, in the basement of a certain Malibu tycoon's villa, Tony was looking at the videos and photos he had just collected.
"I thought it was something magical after all the fuss. Turns out it's a bionic wing suit." Looking at the white figure flying away, he curled his lip. "The military has been rumored to be working on this for years. Even if it's a bunch of idiots working on it, their progress should be faster than this angel's … Hm, maybe not that fast."
That being said, he stared at the image. "Jarvis, slow it down ten times."
"Stop," he said.
Tony watched as the blurry figure of a black man flashed across the screen. After he ran into the court building, he was carrying a large flat white box on his back.
A moment later, the Angel of Judgment appeared on the roof with Dukhovich.
He observed for a moment. "Jarvis, search the video for any other images of this person."
The black man quickly hid behind a tree, and the white Angel of Judgment came out.
Tony burst out laughing. "Angel, it's a black man? If those people who call him an angel find out about this, their faith will probably collapse. "
Chuckling, he ordered, "Jarvis, search for information on this person."
"The target isn't near the camera, and the video and pictures are blurry. There's one person in the police database who has the highest facial and physical characteristics at 82.3%, "Jarvis said after a brief search.
Tony didn't mind.
There was a limit to the restoration and enlargement of videos and photos.
In layman's terms, it was only a 720P video when it was shot. It was impossible to turn it into a 4K video with the help of software.
Tony could use software to simulate a large number of calculations, but there were bound to be deviations.
"Jabbar Santos, mixed African American and Latin American, member of a gang in New York, disappeared in a gang fight five years ago." Jarvis's voice rang out, and a black man's documents and information were projected on the light screen.
Tony was stunned. "A gang leader?"
"According to intelligence, he's just an ordinary hooligan with nothing special about him. Seven times in prison, four for robbery, two for serious injury, and one for carrying illegal drugs, "Jarvis reported.
Tony shook his head. "That doesn't make sense. Why would a hooligan from New York go to Europe to act as a messenger of justice? Did Dukhovich kill his family? "
Jarvis said, "Jabbar Santos was abandoned outside an orphanage in New York when he was a child, and there's no news of his parents. He was sent to four foster homes when he grew up, but the family members were all in America."
Tony put aside his doubts. "When I go to bed, check the relationship between these family members and Jabbar."
Jarvis said, "Sir, you haven't slept for thirty-two hours. Do you want me to start the investigation now?"
Tony waved his hand. "Wait, I have another idea. Let me …"
"Miss Potts is waiting for you outside the lab, sir," Jarvis reminded him again.
Tony put down the parts he had just picked up. "Alright, I'll take a break."
Although he said this, his eyes still involuntarily glanced at the flat white box on the light screen. He then thought about the folding function of an alien weapon he bought not long ago, and a lot of inspiration once again appeared in his mind.
He had to get rid of Little Pepper as soon as possible and come back to think about these new ideas! Mumbling to himself, a certain tycoon walked out of the lab he had been in for days.
At that moment, in the southern hemisphere, an expedition team was resting in the Amazon jungle.
"Captain, we've found traces of another indigenous tribe," a team member reported to Wade, who was drinking water.
Wade said, "I hope we've found the right people this time. Damn it, if I stay here any longer, my little bird is going to grow mushrooms. "
The team member didn't think much of it. "Then we have to prepare the information fee."
Wade said, "Can't we just give them some glass balls or something? That's what that guy did back then, exchanging glass balls for gold … Oh, right, do they produce gold here? "
The team member said, "… Maybe, and there are a lot of gem mines."
Wade said, "Then exchange for some gems …"
The team member said, "Captain, don't forget our mission."
Wade hummed and waved his hand impatiently. "Got it. I'll take the money and put the mission first."
After that, he couldn't help but ask, "By the way, I mean, can we exchange the gems and go back?"
The team member said, "… You can try it yourself."
Half a day later, Wade cursed as he was dragged out of a straw shed by two team members. "Damn it, these natives actually want Dollar? Aren't they indigenous? Why do they even know the word 'Dollar'? "
The team member's mouth twitched in the straw shed. Don't you know that after a lot of Americans came here, the natives also knew that Dollar could be exchanged for good stuff?
He could only squeeze out a smile and gesture at the translator next to him. "So, as long as you can provide us with useful leads, we're willing to pay ten thousand dollars …"
"Damn it, don't expect me to pay for it. My pay doesn't include this expense …" The captain's roar came from afar.
The team member's smile froze, but he immediately rejoiced. Thankfully, the natives didn't understand English.
"Americans, your leader doesn't seem friendly to us, and he doesn't want to pay?" a short native man next to the native chief suddenly said.
The team member: "Huh?"
Looking at his expression, the short man said mockingly, "You always think that you can exchange glass balls for gold and gems here. Your captain isn't the first idiot to do that. Tell me, are you as stupid as he is? "
The team member smiled bitterly. "Of course not. I'm the one in charge of the money."
Otherwise, they would probably have to ask for a second payment from the company before they even got on the helicopter.
The company would definitely continue to give them money, but if they didn't get anything out of the mission, the company would sue them all until they went bankrupt.
It was never easy to earn a high salary as a capitalist.
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