Although Hogg's profession was related to the judicial system, he never got involved in the process of breaking the eucalyptus, because it would be too trivial for a person of his level, and he just had to stay in his office, blow the air conditioner, and wait for someone else to sort out the results of the investigation and submit it to him.

As for people like Allman...... He wouldn't linger on them for a second longer.

At least, that's how he used to be.

And now, Hogg didn't know what had happened to him, and he would read the file himself, like a grassroots law enforcer.

It wasn't difficult to get hold of the files, as they were sent by the District 1 Enforcers Department with a phone call, and when he dug deeper, he realized that the files weren't easy.

At the same time, he called up the obedience index of these thugs, the lowest of which was above 75, and the obedience index of Allman, who was killed on the spot, was as high as 92, it is a coincidence that a person became ill, but there must be some ulterior conspiracy behind the appearance of so many eucalyptus in the past few days.

Hogg thinks that Lucy's fears are correct, and that it is indeed possible that some evil stand-in messenger is responsible.

As his investigation deepened, he discovered some more unusual details.

According to the normal process, in the past, such cases had to be handled by the law enforcement department, and when they had difficulty subduing the rioters, the terrorist mobile team would be used, but in recent cases, the law enforcement department has been skipped, and the terrorist mobile team has directly intervened, and the results are also in line with the consistent style of the terrorist mobile team.

All the thugs were killed on the spot.

Hogg had personally experienced one of the attacks, and in his opinion Allman was just an ordinary person who had turned his hands into pistols, and that the danger did not require the intervention of the Terrorists.

Some people want to use the hands of the terror squad to silence them.

If the law enforcement agencies intervene, they may use weapons such as tranquilizers to capture the rioters alive.

When all the clues were connected, Hogg finally realized that the "they are urging me" that Orman chanted yesterday was not entirely a psychopath's imagination, and that something had really happened to him that caused him to fall into a state of madness, and this ...... It looks more like their usual tactics.

Hogg asked himself if he wanted to cover up these secrets, and most likely he would resort to the same trick.

If he hadn't intervened in person, the eucalyptus would have been pressed indefinitely by the law enforcement department, and they also tacitly agreed not to continue to send people to track down.

Time can make people forget everything.

When someone looks at this months or even years from now, they will only know that there is a time when the probability of thugs appearing in Ward 1 has increased.

Hogg called the Enforcers again, and unsurprisingly got an important clue.

The Council had given them an order that the Terrorist Task Force should be solely responsible for these documents, and that they should not bother to ask about them, and since they had spoken from above, they gladly complied with the order, and even the bodies of the rioters were not sent to the Bureau, but were directly disposed of by the members of the Terrorist Task Force.

He knew there was someone who could answer all his doubts.

So in this morning, Jock received another phone call that left him scratching his head.

Lately, nothing good has happened to him every time he answers the phone, which makes him almost a little PTSD.

And Hogg-Foster's behavior was once again beyond his expectations, completely refreshing his perception of this old friend, "What, you said you were investigating Allman's eucalyptus?" What are you pumping again, and suddenly you want to play the role of the enforcer? ”

"I just need to know one name."

"Don't ask about it anymore."

Jock remembered last night's attack, guessed that maybe Hogg was suspicious, and felt that someone was trying to assassinate him, so he explained, "Yesterday's incident was just an accident, the man has already been killed, and if you feel that the body has not been disposed of, why don't I have someone send him to your apartment?" ”

There was a brief silence on both sides.

After a moment, Hogg asked, "Jock, why did you know that the body hadn't been disposed of yet?" ”

Jock is not even a member of the justice system, and in his capacity it is impossible for him to pay attention to the details of the handling of these cases.

He already had an answer in his heart.

"Friend, your suspicion is too serious, I have already said it, it is not aimed at you, it is completely an accident, no one knows that you will go back to her hospital with Lucy in the evening."

“…… Your target was Lucy? ”

"It has nothing to do with Lucy, it was a complete accident!"

Lucy and Hogg have tortured him a lot in the past two days, but because of the status of the high-level council, he has to pay attention to the psychological state of the other party, and it is impossible for the club to let a psychopath take the vacant position of the secretary general, "No one wants to assassinate you, no one wants to assassinate Lucy, she is just a psychiatrist." ”

Hogg did not refute it, but accepted Jock's "accident theory".

He carefully studied the previous attacks, and the mob brutally killed either their superiors or people who had sex with them at work, but there was no clear direction.

"And what is their purpose?"

"Listen, if you really don't have anything to do lately, go find a club to work out, or attend more social drinking parties, find a way to have some fun for yourself, and don't make trouble for yourself."

"This time, trouble got to me."

"Okay......"

Jock sighed helplessly, he knew Hogg's character, he was pointed to the head with a gun, with his personality it was really difficult to swallow this breath, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, he said, "Remember the expert I mentioned at the party that day? She has some innocuous bad tastes, and some things are better off with one eye closed, isn't it? ”

"I see."

Hogg didn't make it clear on the phone, things were going the same way he imagined, and the identity of the evil stand-in seemed to be about to be revealed.

"By the way, Hogg."

Before he was about to hang up, Jock suddenly stopped him, "If I were you, stay away from the Terror Task Force lately." ”

……………………………………

At the same time, the office building of the Terrorist Task Force.

It's time for lunch break.

Melissa at the desk glanced out the window, habitually took out a bottle of medicine from the drawer, took out two capsules and swallowed them.

This is a special medicine for psychomania, and almost every member of the team has a bottle.

The doctor said it was good for them, it was able to temporarily suppress Cyber's psychosis, and after a few seconds, her somewhat restless heart gradually calmed down, and her rapid breathing calmed down.

Melissa never imagined that instead of being sent to prison and shot, Melissa would become a public official in the coalition government after shaving a dozen people on the street with a heat-powered cutting blade.

In internet terms, she was just in time for a good time.

The Council approved the Terrorist Task Force law, and some argued that the grassroots law enforcement departments needed to form a special squad capable of responding to cyber maniac attacks, and one of the solutions they came up with was for them, the former cyber maniacs who had recovered from medication, to deal with the cases.

There is no need for training costs, waste utilization, and no additional losses even if it is "scrapped" during the working period.

This is in line with the usual practice of the coalition government.

However, Melissa is not averse to the profession, on the contrary, the news she wants to hear most every day is that a cybermaniac attack has occurred in a neighborhood.

But this is the first district.

Because of that hateful obedience index, even if someone is driven crazy by work, most of them will take the way of self-judgment and leave this world quietly, and it is only recently that Melissa feels that life has hope again.

The fly in the ointment is that the quality of the thugs encountered recently is not satisfactory.

They are no different from ordinary people with guns, and they can't find a few military-grade prosthetic parts when their bodies are disassembled, and they can't let them, the "experts" who even dream about how to cut people, experience the thrill.

But......

From the eyes of ordinary people, this should not be a good sign.

This means that her condition has started to deteriorate again.

The drug calmed Melissa from her restlessness and reminded her of business.

"Huh? Captain Melissa, leaving work so early today? ”

Seeing her get up, the people under her couldn't help but say, "According to the recent momentum, it is not possible that there will be another attack in the afternoon." ”

"Go ahead, I've got an appointment with a psychiatrist."

Melissa admits that she hesitated, and a word from the team made her suddenly have the idea of releasing the psychiatrist pigeon and going to the operation in the afternoon.

After all, she still restrained the impulse in her heart and told the team, "Go ahead, if it happens...... Remember to record it and send me a copy. ”

"Don't worry."

The team members made a "no problem" gesture to her, "Multi-angle shooting, you are satisfied." ”

……

The atmosphere of the Terrorist Task Force is always harmonious, even much more harmonious than that of most normal companies, because the people who are qualified to gather here are like-minded, and the topic they usually discuss in the office is "human anatomy", and Melissa is one of them.

"Captain, why did she suddenly remember to go to the psychiatrist?"

After Melissa left, someone suddenly asked.

"I don't know...... Maybe you're in love? ”

Someone answered, "You may not believe it, I saw the captain in the bathroom drawing his eyebrows in the mirror before, have you ever seen the captain dress up before?" ”

The team members were amazed.

They don't really need to wear makeup for their work, and they wear combat uniforms and helmets when they go out on missions, and others can't tell what they look like.

But at the same time, they sympathize with the captain's love interest, and each of them has a malicious smile on their faces.

"Sleeping with the captain?"

Someone coaxed, "Isn't he afraid that he will wake up and find that he has been cut into shreds?" ”

The office was filled with laughter, and there was a sense of joy in it.