After handing the paper to Tony, Coulson didn't say anything more and walked straight to the plane that was about to take off.

When Coulson's figure completely disappeared into the plane, Tony was still reminiscing about Coulson's words just now.

For a genius inventor, science is all he believes in.

But now, Tony is beginning to wonder if his beliefs are really right.

…………

After a comfortable sleep, Rogge planned to use the Flying Thunder God directly to go to the office.

But after seeing his blood-red pair of three-hooked jade writing wheels, he hesitated for a few seconds.

With his current chakra level, even if he kept the chakra open twenty-four hours a day, it would not affect him.

And if you keep your writing wheel eyes open, the whole person will look a little handsome.

Whether to be handsome or low-key, this is a question.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Rogge finally made a decision.

Handsome, it's a lifelong thing!

So before going to the office, he turned off the writing wheel and changed back to his previous normal appearance.

When he arrived at his very simple office through Flying Thor, he found a man in a dark gray suit and a pair of crimson sunglasses sitting on the sofa of the office.

In front of the man, there is a cup of steaming coffee, and to his right, a blind man's stick is placed.

Rogge is no stranger to this man.

Or rather, he is no stranger to this person's other identity.

The person sitting on the sofa is a blind lawyer named Matt Murdoch on the surface, and behind the scenes, he also has an identity called Daredevil.

When he was in Hell's Kitchen before, Rogge had met the Daredevil.

But it was only limited to encounters, and they did not have any contact with each other.

"Hello, I'm Matt Murdoch and I'm a lawyer!"

After teleporting to the office, Rogge didn't make any noise, but Matt still sensed his arrival.

Matt didn't know exactly how Rog appeared, but he heard the sound of Rogge's slowly beating heartbeat.

"Rogge, private detective!"

With that, Rogge went to his desk and sat down on the custom-made sofa chair.

He didn't take the initiative to ask Matt about his plans, but silently waited for Matt to speak himself.

As time passed, the firm fell into an eerie atmosphere of silence.

One minute, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes......

More than twenty minutes later, they still didn't speak.

However, their silent confrontation was finally interrupted.

They were interrupted not by another client, but by two New York police officers.

"Hello, are you Mr. Rogge?" The white male police officer in the lead asked Rogge very politely.

The black partner next to him was stunned for a moment about the white male officer's attitude, but quickly reacted.

It is said that this Rogue in front of him is a perverted murderer who slaughtered 115 gangsters.

Thinking of this, the black officer unconsciously put his right hand on the pistol at his waist.

"Yes, I'm Rogge."

The black officer's actions were not big, but they didn't escape Rogge's eyes.

After seeing this scene, several thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

It will appear at a time like this, and with this demeanor that is both polite and vigilant.

If he wasn't mistaken, the two cops were supposed to be here for the case in the warehouse.

Rogge was sure that he had left absolutely no evidence in the warehouse, whether it was fingerprints or clothing fibers.

And before leaving the warehouse, he also confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras or anything like that in the warehouse.

So why these two policemen are here, the answer is about to come out.

Knowing that the people in the warehouse were killed by him, apart from himself, there were only the people on the other side of the gold and the others.

It was impossible for him to report himself, so the only person who reported the news to the New York police was Kim Merge.

Rogge's guess was largely correct, with the only difference being that Kim didn't tell the police about it, but spread it out thoroughly.

So now the people who know the news are not only the police, but also the Hand Club.

"Two days ago, there was a gang fight in a warehouse next to the Hudson River, and 115 gangsters were killed at the scene, so we hope that Mr. Rogge will come back to the police station with us to help investigate this case."

"Of course, if it's convenient for you."

The white police officer used as gentle words as he could, and although there was no substantial evidence that Rogge had done the case, he knew that there was a more than 90 percent chance that Rogge was the murderer.

At this time, the white police officer silently cursed his immediate boss in his heart.

Didn't he just molested his sister-in-law, and as for hating me so much, he actually arranged this kind of task for me.

The white male police officer had seen the hellish warehouse with his own eyes, and he knew very well that if the harmless-looking Rogge in front of him went berserk, he and his partner had absolutely no intention of leaving alive.

The people who died in the warehouse weren't gangsters, they were the ninjas of the Hand Association, and only those idiot reporters would think of the Hand killer ninjas as ordinary gangsters.

"Officer, what's your name?" Instead of answering his question, Rogge asked for his name.

"Jack, my name is Jack!"

When answering, Jack couldn't help but use the same respectful tone as he faced the director.

"Officer Jack, I am a private investigator, and 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 and the people. But you see, I happen to have customers here right now, so ......"

Rogge didn't say it explicitly, but he was sure that Jack understood what he meant.

"Understood, I understood! Since you are inconvenient now, Mr. Rogge, then I will not bother you. If it's convenient for you, you can come directly to our police station. Then I won't bother you with your work, and I'll take my leave! ”

After speaking, Jack bowed slightly to Rogge, and then left the office with his partner as fast as he could, and carefully closed the door of the office.

"Now that you admit that I'm your client, can I commission now?"

When Jack and the two left, Matt, who was sitting on the couch, stood up and walked straight to Rogge.

"Let's talk about your commission first, and then I will decide whether to accept your commission or not!"