There is a dead silence in the central control room, but the complex emotions are intertwined to form silence. No one will be as angry as before, but wonder "why do those SWAT officers die in front of the bald heads".

Look for trouble!

If you don't do it, you won't die.

From the morning to now, except for the poisonous tongue that almost killed a few high-ranking officials, the bald head has not really committed much crime, compared to ordinary criminals, he can only be said to have great potential for crimes.

However, people have the right to protect their own personal safety, and mutants are also people, such an armed car... Many of you here know what a mobile fortress the Los Angeles SAT riot truck is.

The car blocking nails were spilled on the road, and the car at a higher speed was directly overturned, not to mention the machine gun on the roof of the car, and the team members were all weapons.

When in danger, they definitely didn't hesitate to shoot first.

If it was just ordinary people in it, it had become a pile of rotten meat by now, but unfortunately, they were facing a mutant.

"Isn't it telekinesis?" A technician asked in a low voice.

When they saw those car blocking nails flying up before, they thought that they would see them grow from small to large, just like a blockbuster special effect, turning into a rain of bullets and piercing the riot-proof car, splashing glass, and the people in the car were pierced into blood-leaking cloth bags.

The imaginary scene was so terrible that many people closed their eyes and didn't dare to look at it, waiting for the screams to sound.

However, there was silence behind it, there was no crash, no screams of pain, nothing, those who closed their eyes opened their eyes, and those who stared silently gave bad reviews.

What about gorgeous? Cool? What about sound, light, shadow and electricity?

died silently like this, and he couldn't even compare to the five-cent special effects, and he had to lose his money, otherwise he had to refund the ticket.

Someone coughed lightly: "Let's give me an opinion!" ”

Since the car blocking nail didn't fly at all, and the people in the car, the people behind the car, fell like this at the same time, it should have been some other force that killed them.

"That's telekinesis, right?"

This answer was agreed by almost everyone, since the mind power of the dead bald head could make the corpse dance, it could naturally turn the six heavily armed SWAT officers into corpses in an instant.

"Didn't see blood on their faces... Internal injuries, like instant death, should have been attacked to the brain..."The analyst who viewed the video whispered a simple analysis.

It's not that hard to understand, after a severe brain injury, people are less likely to do anything else.

Even if a twig sticks out of the eye and into the brain, the person will immediately fall into a state of stiffness.

"Six SWAT officers died in L.A., what should I do?" Someone immediately thought of the damn consequences, these people weren't gangsters.

"What to do? For him, it was just a simple justifiable defense, did he still have to wait for the first wave of attacks before counterattacking? ”

Victor tried to calm his breath, but to no avail, and even he didn't know how to imagine the rest of the mess.

For the bald head, this is just a simple justifiable defense, and this is even a verbal agreement between the two sides before.

"Why is this happening?"

"I'm checking the source of information, and this car has received an order to go here to arm the guard, saying that one of our cars is missing and extremely dangerous!"

We managed to reach a temporary peace agreement here, but there was another dispute over there, which... This, these localisms that look at the big picture as nothing!

Victor was furious: "Find out who ordered it immediately!" ”

"No traces found! It is a procedural autonomous instruction, which also sends a live notification to SAT headquarters, and only two paragraphs are set... Must be someone who understands the situation! ”

Victor bowed his head, someone who understands the situation... Not a lot.

Autonomous program, Victor took a deep breath, he knew this thing, the cyber weapon that the Internet café had been developing three years ago, codenamed microphone, specifically designed to disrupt and disrupt the enemy's internal communications, there were many variants - microphone, microphone, messenger, secretary, personal baby.

The political risk of using this thing is worse than a prism, who would do it?!

It is still used in its own official department in the country, and it is unforgivable to use it at such a critical juncture!

These points know Sean's situation, know his danger, and know that he hijacked an FBI car to Universal Studios.

Here, gardens, villas, internet cafes... Stage One in L.A.!

If you don't meet the conditions, remove them all.

Victor took a long breath with a gloomy face: "Call up all the surveillance in Studio 1, within thirty minutes, find out that person for me immediately!" ”

"Investigating..."

All the abnormal actions are magnified by these analysts to observe.

This must have just happened.

Whoever used the input device there, who understands the situation.

There were only eight of them.

Expressions, demeanor, where your fingers move over the keyboard, which characters are typed, what program code is mobilized.

What traces are erased... Hmph, I really thought I could erase it?!

There is nothing in this world that can disappear so much that people can't find it.

"Found it!"

"It's him!" An analyst pointed to the fat red-haired man on the screen.

The head of the FBI's Los Angeles Network Group, Rhett Brown. Famray.

Except for the characters he typed on the computer, his expression, his voice, his eyes, all of them were different from others.

Victor gritted his back teeth, and the anger in his eyes almost turned into substance: "What about people!? ”

"He just went out,..."

"I went to the bathroom!"

"Didn't see him leave!"

"Grab it!" Victor said coldly.

Turning his head, he grabbed an apple on the table and slammed it on the ground: "Soul is light!" ”

The apple was smashed to the ground, but no one paid attention to it, and now it was time to arrest the dead fat man and interrogate it properly.

What about the Director, it's just a branch.

It is unforgivable that this dead fat man should make such a move, for whatever reason.

"Victor."

Someone walked to the Vic multi-face, it was Hugo.

Victor looked up, and the second-rank assistant came over as if he wanted to say something, and asked reluctantly, "Something?" ”

Hugo whispered: "Red-haired men are a little discriminated against in the United States, could this be the reason?" ”

Victor's eyes were full of boredom: "Why is it related to discrimination?" Redheads will be discriminated against, how did I not know? ”

"It's not redheads, it's red-haired men, don't you know they're called ginger heads?"

"Is this discrimination? What about logic? Victor asked, half-open, stunned.

Hugo shrugged his shoulders and continued to whisper: "Because red hair is generally accompanied by some kind of physiognomy characteristics, generally red-haired people have more rounded and full facial lines, which is easier to accept in women, and if a man is a man, he will look more motherly and bloated." So in general, red-haired men are uglier. Didn't Harry Potter have that Wesley? Also discriminated against, although he is pure-blood. ”

Victor's face was stiff, his hair, his complexion, his eyes, his accent, all his troubles were caused by these things.

So what's special is because this is a face-looking society? Luckily, I'm handsome!

Victor looked at his subordinates who were still talking quietly in the central control room.

"Why are we discussing this? There's no time right now. "Victor wasn't in the mood to analyze that, and now he had to find a plausible explanation for the six dead men.

It must not affect the plans for the evening, we have sacrificed so much for the meeting before six o'clock, dignity, money, and a sense of humiliation that may never fade.

He looked at the tablet, and there was a call coming in on it.

It's Old Ray.