Late at night, Central Park in the city of York is eerily quiet at night.

Under the dim street lamp, the homeless man curled up on a bench waved his hand in his sleep to drive away the annoying mosquitoes.

A few chirps from unknown insects came to an abrupt halt after the slight sound of footsteps.

Walter stepped out from behind the tree around the corner and tightened his cocked collar.

"I'm crazy too, I actually ran to Central Park in the middle of the night."

He cursed in a low voice, but his eyes searched in the shadows for the statue of the severed left arm that Surin had spoken.

This is the heart of Central Park, with many oddly shaped statues in the shade of trees.

I can't tell what it is at all.

Truth be told, Walter has never been too interested in these statues.

Art?

Oh, it's just the diseaseless moaning of those damn moths, and it's not worth a penny.

He searched, his eyes searching.

Soon, he found a humanoid statue, and the statue's left arm happened to be broken?

"Is this statue Surin talking about?"

Walter paused and looked around.

In order to be careful, he also specially expanded the search area to see if there were any other statues with broken arms.

But after a long time, the other drops were either intact or collapsed as a whole.

This is the only one with a broken left arm.

"Looks like that's it."

Walter raised his wrist to look at the time and saw that it was already 1:40 in the morning.

"Damn, if nothing happens in twenty minutes, I'm going to send that bastard to jail."

Walter cursed and found a bush and hid inside.

Actually, he didn't want to come tonight, because he really didn't believe a word of what Su Lin said.

How can there be such outrageous people in this world who know what will happen in the future and can accurately tell the time and place.

If there is such a person, then he is not a man, but a God.

So, after the banquet, he went straight home and prepared to sleep beautifully.

However, just when he was lying in bed and about to fall asleep, a phone call made him hold back the fire.

The call was made by his boss, Alex Ferguson, about the underworld boss stealing taxes.

After the phone called, before Walter could explain, Ferguson scolded Walter in the face of the microphone, and Walter's face turned red.

"Chop!"

Thinking about that scolding now, Walter still feels that the fire in his heart is rushing upward.

But there was nothing he could do but get angry.

Alex Ferguson is the director of the IRS's headquarters in Covenant City, and he is the head of the bureau.

And he is only one of the many deputies, not the most powerful.

After hanging up the phone, the more he thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he couldn't sleep.

At this time, Su Lin's voice began to echo in his mind.

And on his left and right shoulders, two villains also appeared.

One said: Impossible, that Dragon Country man is just a god stick, and his words are not credible at all.

And the other said: What if, just say what if, what if that dragon country man said that because he knew something?

Finally, after some thought, Walter gritted his teeth, got dressed, and rushed out of the house, heading straight for Central Park.

What if?

But

Walter, who had been hiding in the bushes at this moment and had chased away a few nasty mosquitoes, began to regret it again when he felt sleepiness coming.

"I'm also confused, and I really came to this ghost place in the middle of the night."

He shook his head and laughed at himself.

Looking at the time, it was only three minutes.

Waiting is always hard, and time passes by minute by minute.

Sleepy, Walter had already begun to nap, and as a last resort, he had to change his position, allowing himself to half-lean on the small tree next to him, and keep his head down and pretend to sleep.

In this way, in a daze, he suddenly heard a footstep coming from not far away.

Walter came to his senses and quickly looked out through the shade of the trees.

Because the light can't shine into the green belt next to the road where he is hiding, as long as he doesn't make a sound, no one will find out.

In the dim light, he saw a man in an overcoat with a high collar coming from the side of the road, carrying a handbag.

The footsteps just now were made by the leather shoes under his feet.

Walter looked into the man's face, trying to make out who he was.

But the light was too dim, and the man not only wore his collar upright, but his head was always down, so he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly.

The man walked under the statue of the severed arm, paused to look at the time, and waited there quietly.

Walter subconsciously looked at the time and found that the hands were pointing exactly to two o'clock in the morning.

At that moment, another footstep sounded.

Walter was shaken and quickly looked to the place where the footsteps were coming from.

A few seconds later, a slightly chubby man in a black suit stepped out of the shadows.

And when this person appeared under the street lamp, Walter's whole body was violently shocked, and he almost cried out.

Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time and didn't make a sound.

But at this time, the shock in his heart had reached its peak.

Despite the dim light, and despite the shelter of the trees, he recognized Ferguson at first sight.

The person who came was none other than his boss, the director of the IRS office in Joshua Ferguson.

God knows how turbulent the shock in Walter's heart was at this moment.

He would never have imagined that under the statue of the severed arm at midnight, he would actually see Ferguson appear.

Sky......

He didn't know how to express his emotions at the moment.

And just when he was shocked, Ferguson had already walked in front of the man in black.

The black man seemed to mumble something, and handed the box to Ferguson.

Ferguson didn't say anything the whole time, just nodded, took the box and turned to leave.

There was no communication between the two of them, and the contact was only a few seconds.

And at the moment when the man in the overcoat turned around, a beam of light happened to fall on his face, illuminating his face.

Walter was stunned because he recognized the man.

Chester, this man turned out to be Chester.

Who is Chester? Chester is the number two person next to the underworld boss he is investigating.

For a moment, a question mark popped up on Walter's head.

Ferguson is the director of the IRS's Joshua bureau, and Chester is a close associate of the underworld boss in Jojo, and he is the target of his investigation.

How can the two be connected?

Could it be that there is some secret between them?

Walter was full of questions, but his eyes fell on the box in Ferguson's hand, which had already walked away.

At this moment, he desperately wanted to know what was in that box.

(End of chapter)