Los Angeles is very windy today, the road conditions are good, and I heard that there are many cars running outside the city, so the usual congestion in the past has disappeared.

The black Ford had no FBI logo on it, and there were three FBI agents sitting inside.

Having just gone to get a search warrant and sitting in the car, Penny was a little distracted.

She wouldn't admit that she was scared, let alone admit that she felt a palpitation every time she thought of that dead bald head.

Silently explained to himself that this might be related to the hurricane that was coming today, and the wild dogs that had been determined to land in Los Angeles at 7 o'clock this night were so crazy that many rich people fled the city.

These cowards, if they have money, they will run away when they are in trouble!

He turned his head and said to the driver, "Gullit, the car will go around Edward Street in a moment." ”

"Okay."

The car sped away towards Edward Street, just a little detour, and it didn't matter.

In the passenger seat, Bonnie flipped through a piece of software on his phone, where he could view the briefing, and the information sent by the FBI's central data center was of varying levels of detail according to class.

All Bonnie could see was what was relevant to his authority.

This looks much more organized than the information that has flooded the Internet, and the FBI hires a lot of senior data analysts every year, and some of them are used in this regard.

How to get the most valuable part of the ocean of information is not the point, but how to classify them correctly in the ocean of information is the key.

Because the value of information varies from person to person, the horror of big data lies in its direct targeting of people's hearts.

The three of them briefly exchanged facts in the car, and Penny always suspected that Shaun had a great connection with the Midley Street incident, but she still didn't know what it was.

It's just that she has a terrible guess, based on what that little beauty Britney said yesterday.

The events of Middleley Street have been alienated into the story of superpowers, but what if this is more than just a story?

Penny felt a little cold in the car suddenly, rubbed her forearm with her hand, and suddenly remembered that the dead bald head said that she had a lot of hair, and almost gritted her teeth.

It is impossible for a superpowered person to block a gun!

Penny secretly thought to herself that if there was such a person in this world, there must be more people living quietly and low-key, and only people with low IQs would jump out like an upstart and say that they were different from ordinary people.

The people don't know, it's probably just that someone doesn't want them to know!

Penny regretted that she didn't talk to Britney Spears a little more yesterday, and the little girl must know better.

"That's it, Penny." Gullit said, turning with his hands on the steering wheel.

"Slow down and turn on ,..."

Gullitt and Bonnie looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders.

…...

When you get to Edward Street, the speed slows down.

As the car drove through the street, Penny sat up straight, looked at the shop down the street, and then slowly narrowed, "Okay, let's go to Midley." ”

She took out her phone and dialed Miller's number, waiting for the sound to echo in her ears, her delicate face becoming more and more distorted, and the two colleagues who peeked at her became silent.

He said simply: "Something happened to Manolio Pizza, I'm going to Midley Street now, when are you going to rest?" ”

Then he hung up.

The car accelerated, far away.

…...

In Ward 607 of St. Bania Hospital, Miller hugged the quilt and smiled bitterly, he touched his buttocks, he didn't feel any pain at all, gritted his teeth, and rolled over and got out of bed.

Standing in front of the window and looking outside, the sky was overcast and windy, this kind of day is really suitable for hiding in the quilt and watching TV, Miller sighed and began to get dressed.

Being looked down upon by a woman is sometimes quite inspiring!

Especially the beauties.

…...

Edward Street.

Manolio came in the morning and saw that his shop had been circled by the police's yellow line, and his heart hung in the air.

He already knew when he watched the news in the morning that there had been a gang fight in the city last night, and that the gangsters on Middleley Street had suffered heavy losses, with hundreds of people reportedly injured, and a considerable number of life-threatening, even if cured, disabled for life.

Then he received a call from a neighbor who said that his shop looked like it had been hacked.

It should be good news, but when he saw his store look like this, his sky wasn't so blue, and his biggest concern was that there were two special boxes under the cash register yesterday.

Billy and Pete stood in front of his shop, one fat and one skinny, one holding a cup of coffee and munching on a hot dog while chatting.

There was a big incident on Midley Street yesterday, and everyone had to work overtime today, and at least half of the police force in Los Angeles was assigned to that neighborhood.

Billy and Pete are among those who have to work overtime during the day.

Last night, the two of them got a bunch of stones to load in the car, and then sold them for 2,000 yuan early in the morning, anyway, they couldn't tell which ones were meteorites and which were not.

Considering that the two of them were on duty yesterday, the work arranged by the bureau today was not heavy, and the surrounding patrol was not heavy, and the result was directly reported that the door of a shop on Edward Street was hit by a car, which looked like a car, otherwise there was no way to explain why the scene was so tragic!

Billy and Pete were secretly scolding bad luck, and they were relieved to come and see that although the door was badly damaged, the interior was fine, compared to the big scene on Midley Street, this was just a small thing in front of them.

A shop was invaded, a pizza shop, not a jewelry store.

According to the procedure, a case like this where the store is invaded needs to be reported by the owner, and the police cannot enter it at will.

Manolio approached carefully, he was not the kind of person who dared to yell at the officers, he could do it to the staff, but not the officers. He had to listen to what the two were saying so he could have a proper response.

For the various people who came up to watch curiously, Pete and Billy basically ignored them at a glance, and they didn't have much rest all night, and both of them were very tired.

"Did you hear any wind?" A police officer asked as if talking about the weather.

Manolio's ears moved, and his heart stopped beating half a beat, which was important.

"Who knows, why I'm asking about this, it's not my business. Ha ha! I watched the video and it was so funny! The other officer had a good laugh.

Interesting? Manolio breathed a sigh of relief, it had nothing to do with him, and the work he played was never fun.

This should refer to the Midley Street incident, Manolio also read a lot of information before he came, the gangsters are unlucky, many people like to hear about it, and of course he is the same.

Pete chewed on the hot dog and said indistinctly, "Someone said they saw Batman yesterday." There is also ball lightning, which is guessed to be the Flash, saying that it may be that the two are fighting. ”

"Really? That's great, he should have come to Los Angeles a long time ago so we could relax. Why did they fight? Billy asked, with some emotion.

Swallowing the food in his mouth and taking a sip of coffee, Pete looked around and said, "Maybe it's to grab territory, hehe, but if he comes, Gotham City will be completely hopeless." ”

"I wish this guy was here for a long time. Superheroes! Billy looked fascinated.

"Oh forget it, Wayne is a rich man himself, I think this guy is fighting the bad guys out of interest at all, playing tickets, not a real superhero at all." A crowd couldn't stand it anymore and interjected directly.

Pete looked at the messy guy and retorted, "What's more important than interest?" Playing games can make people forget to sleep and eat for a few all-nighters, and work can only make people tired! ”

Billy also spoke: "Do you look down on him?" ”

The crowd made a helpless expression: "In my opinion, Wall Street needs him the most, but apparently this guy has never taught those guys a lesson." He punishes adultery and destroys evil, just like a rich man goes to play golf. ”

"Rich people play golf? That's supposed to be a daily fight, right? ”

For a while, everyone was a little confused, and it was really unclear whether rich people played golf every day.

So whether superheroes fight bad guys every day is of course uncertain.

…...