A sign-in gift pack on the first day

In the Gotham City Police Department.

Director Cairns George sat in the information processing room, followed by a solemn-looking middle-aged man.

In front of the two of them sat an information processor some distance away.

They kept looking at the monitor screen.

On the screen is the surveillance screen from the previous treatment room.

"Keynes, is this person Wu Hao? The richest man in the world?"

"That's right. Thomson, doesn’t the CIA have information about him? And it seems that someone has been in contact with him in England before?"

"Heard about this. But this is my first time contacting him"

"He's a great guy. Even lawyer Lin Xiuping treated him with respect. This young man didn't look like he was in his twenties at all... Huh?"

Cairns George was suddenly stunned.

Thomson on the side was also stunned.

On the video screen,

Wu Hao suddenly seemed to be talking to someone.

But opposite him, there was just a piece of air.

"Clark, put your voice out there."

Keynes patted the information processor on the shoulder.

"Director, your voice has always been relaxed. In today's surveillance, strangely, no sound data was recorded."

"What?"

Keynes was stunned, and he got closer and took a closer look.

"Zoom in."

Thomson suddenly said something.

Clark immediately zoomed in on the video.

Thomson looked at Wu Hao's mouth carefully and murmured while watching:"He's talking about...about Satan?"

"Satan?

Keynes looked confused:"He was talking about Satan to the air in the disposal room of the police station?" Is there something wrong with his mind?"

"He looked like he was communicating with someone. Wait a minute, what's going on with the picture?"

The video screen suddenly became distorted.

Keynes shouted quickly:"Clark, please deal with it. Why is the screen distorted?"

"Hold on.

Clark was typing on the keyboard.

It was obvious that he was a very professional information processing technician.

A few seconds later, he was heard whispering:"Director, I reluctantly filtered out some of the distorted pixels and restored the picture." Proportion. But...this happened."

His voice was a little hesitant.

At the same time, after the picture was restored, behind Wu Hao, a huge... Buddha statue appeared faintly!

An image of a giant Buddha?

Keynes was completely confused, and his eyes were wide open..

But Thomson frowned.

After watching for a moment, he suddenly turned around and walked out. As he walked, he said:"Director Cairns, Wu Hao's matter is left to us. It's for your own good not to get involved with him again. After saying that

, the person had already walked out of the information room.

Inside, Keynes wiped his face vigorously and murmured:"What on earth is going on?""

……

……

Outside the police station.

Thomson quickly returned to his car and made a phone call as he drove away from the police station.

The phone call lasted for more than half an hour.

He wants to investigate Wu Hao.

But now Wu Hao has a special status. Even if the CIA wants to issue an order, it has to approve the application at all levels and ask the superiors if they can touch him.

Because even if there is no pressure from China, the pressure from the American business community is still great.

Wu Hao holds shares in several of the world's leading large-scale enterprise groups and is the undisputed largest shareholder.

Who dares to move?

After the phone call, Thomson looked angry.

He kept accelerating, preparing to rush back to report his work in person.

At some point, the stretch of road we were traveling on became congested.

His car came to a slow stop.

A whole long street has been blocked in front.

After waiting for a long time and seeing no movement, Thomson angrily parked the car and turned off the engine, got out of the car, turned onto the service road, and passed through an alley.

After walking forward for more than ten meters, a thin man came face to face.

Wearing a long trench coat.

He looks very ordinary, with curly hair.

He directly blocked Thomson's path

"What to do?"

Thomson frowned.

"Haha, Michael, you have become fatter."The person opposite looked at Thomson's weird smile.

"You got the wrong person. My name is Thomson"

"Now called Thomson? Okay, my name is Mike now"

"What do you mean? Hearing something in his words, Thomson slowly became wary.

But Mike turned a blind eye to his wariness, put his hands on his head, glanced around, and sighed:"Look at the garbage around here, it's everywhere." Glossy on the outside, rotten and dregs on the inside. This is the world now"

"Are you a pagan?"Thomson said suddenly.

"pagan? Who are the heretics? Just because of this dirty world, you have reduced yourself to a fat fool?"

Mike shook his head and shrugged:"You deserve to become an ordinary person. Even though I don’t have you as my opponent, I still feel like something is missing."

"do not move."

Thomson suddenly took a step back and took out a gun.

"Humph, the look on you makes me angry."

Mike turned around and left with a look of disgust on his face. When he turned around, he reached out and snapped his fingers.

Snap!

At that moment, a sharp iron drill fell from the building next to it, and there was a stabbing sound. Wearing Thomson's body

"Ahem……"

Thomson coughed up blood foam from his mouth, his face twisted and frightened.

In the blink of an eye, Mike disappeared.

Thomson was nailed to the ground with an iron drill, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Just when he was about to die, he seemed to hear a sudden sound of brakes.

Then, several figures rushed to the side.

The voice of one of them reached his ears vaguely:"Fortunately, I came in time. He is not dead yet."……"

Then Thomson became confused.

The whole figure seemed to be immersed in the sea, with ups and downs.

He had a dream.

I dreamed that I had three pairs of snow-white wings, holding an ancient sword in my hand, and the scale of life in my other hand, fighting...an eternal battle!

And the target is none other than Mike...

PS: Chapter 2 is here!