Super Detective in the Fictional World

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The tedious task of finding the files was handed over to Elizabeth and Luke. They returned to downtown Los Angeles to continue their daily work. Fastest update ┏Ⅹ④③⑨⑨┛

Driving on the road, the two have seen a cosser performing black and white on the street.

Although they are dressing up cottages and clumsy, everyone can see at a glance what they are doing-Batman vs. Trial Angel!

These are the daily activities of fans that have appeared around the world in the last two days.

Watching the streets flapping wings like chicken wings, "trial angels" like white chickens, and "Batman" carrying little bat wings for Christmas demon costumes, Selina suddenly asked: It ’s dangerous to go to Europe this time? ”

Luke grinned. "No, it's easy."

Selina said, "This world is getting more and more uneven. Vampires are out. Don't care."

Luke Hehe: "Safety comes first. I teach you."

Selena think about it too.

The adventure of a certain guy never seems to be an adventure.

At this time, in the basement of a large and small villa in Malibu, Tony was watching the videos and photos he had just collected.

"Making such a big movement, I thought it was a magical thing. It turned out to be a bionic wing suit." Looking at the white figure that was vacated, he pouted his lips: "The rumors of military projects for this thing have been for years. Even if a group of idiots are studying, the progress should be better than this angel ... well, maybe not so strong. "

Having said that, his gaze was fixed on the picture: "Jarvis, use ten times slower."

"Stop," he said.

Tony watched as a black, fuzzy figure flashed on the screen and ran into the courthouse, carrying a large flat white box behind him.

A moment later, the judgment angel, holding Dukhovic, appeared on the top of the building.

He observed for a moment: "Jarvis, search for the rest of the person in the video."

Soon after the black man hid in the tree, the white judgment angel came out from behind the tree.

Tony hastily laughed: "Angel, is it a black man? Those who call him an angel know this, and it is estimated that faith will collapse."

After a few laughs, he ordered: "Jarvis, search for this person's information."

"The target does not appear near the camera, and the video and pictures are blurred. There is a person in the police database. The facial and physical characteristics match best, 82.3%." After a short search, Jarvis explained.

Tony didn't mind.

There are limits to the repair and enlargement of video photo frames.

In layman's terms, when shooting, it is only 720P video. It is impossible for the software to manipulate it, and it becomes 4K video.

Tony can use software to perform a large number of simulation operations, but deviations must exist.

"Jabbar Santos, a mixed Afro-Latino gang member of the New York gang, disappeared in a gang fire five years ago." Jarvis's voice sounded, and a black document and information was projected on the light screen.

Tony froze, "gang gangster?"

"According to the information, he is just a normal little **** with nothing special. Seven incarceration records, four counts of robbery, two serious injuries to others, and one carrying prohibited drugs." Jarvis sent information.

Tony shook his head: "It's not reasonable. A New York bastard, why go to Europe as a messenger of justice? Did this guy have a family member killed by Dukhovic?"

Jarvis: "Jabbar Santos was abandoned outside an orphanage in New York when he was a child. He had no information about his parents. He grew up and sent to four foster families, but these family members are in the United States.

Tony put aside these doubts: "When I go to bed, you look up the relationship between these family members and that Jabal."

Jarvis: "Sir, you have not slept for thirty-two hours. Do I need to start searching now?"

Tony waved his hand: "Wait, I have another idea, let me first ..."

"Miss Poz is waiting for you outside the lab, sir," Jarvis reminded again.

Tony resignedly put down the part he had just picked up: "Well, I'll take a break first."

Having said that, his gaze involuntarily glanced at the flat white box on the light screen, and then thought of the folding function of an alien weapon bought not long ago, and a lot of inspiration came again in his mind. .

Wait a minute to get rid of the chili paste, and come back to ponder these new ideas! Someone muttered, walking out of the laboratory for several days.

At the moment in the southern hemisphere, an expedition in the Amazon jungle is resting.

"Captain, another trace of an indigenous tribe is found." A team member reported to Wade who was drinking water.

Wade: "I hope to find the right person this time. Hemp eggs, and stay, my birds will grow mushrooms."

The team members didn't take it seriously: "Then we have to prepare the intelligence fee."

Wade: "It's OK to give some glass balls? Who didn't do that in the first place, glass **** for gold ... Well, yes, do they produce gold here?"

Player: "... Maybe there are, and there are many gem mines."

Wade: "Then change some gems ..."

Player: "Captain, don't forget our mission."

Wade erred and waved impatiently: "I see, I get the task first when I get the money."

After saying that, he still couldn't help but ask again: "By the way, I mean by the way, you can change the gems and go back, okay?"

Player: "... you can try it yourself."

Half a day later, Wade scolded and was slammed into a grassy shed by the two team members: "Damn, these indigenous people actually want beautiful knives? Aren't they indigenous? Why do they even have beautiful sword words?"

The corners of the players in the grass shed twitched: You do n’t know, after many Americans came here, did the indigenous people know that the US knife can change good things?

He could only squeeze a smile and motioned to the translator on the side: "So, as long as you can provide us with useful clues, we are willing to give $ 10,000 ..."

"Damn ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Don't think of this money for me, my compensation does not include this expense ..." The roar of a captain came from afar.

The team members smiled, but immediately rejoiced: Fortunately, the indigenous people did not understand English.

"Americans, your boss seems to be very unfriendly to us, and you don't want to give money?" A small indigenous man suddenly spoke beside the indigenous chief.

Player: "Ha?"

The little man looked at his expression with a mock face: "You always thought that you could exchange gold and gems with us by holding the glass. Your captain wasn't the first fool to do this. Tell me, you Will it be as stupid as he is? "

The team member smiled bitterly: "Of course not, I'm in charge of money."

Otherwise, they are afraid that they have to ask the company for the second batch of funds before they have dropped the helicopter.

The company will definitely continue to give them money, but if the mission is unsuccessful, the company can bring them all to bankruptcy when they return.

Capitalists' high salaries are never easy to get.