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"..." Dalal Hassan turned his face away, speechless for a moment.He hesitated for several seconds, first squeezed his right hand into a fist, then released it again.This kind of extremely scared but unwilling emotional reaction is really a template, and a series of his subsequent performances are indeed expected by Dorothy:

"Go and go!" The stab agent pushed his boss's right hand away and raised his chin like a cockfight:

"I want to see, what can you do to me!"

Dorothy has a thousand and one different ways to make Dalal disappear without a trace in the closed world.But she needs a microphone from a federal law enforcement agency to transmit information to the group of garbage above and make them consciously get out of the follow-up investigation.But nothing can be perfect. Now that Dorothy has made this decision, she must endure the endless complaints of the stab detective, because she cannot turn off her hearing function because she is working.

When surveying the elevator shaft, the retrospector has been working efficiently, and the six people said a total of two sentences.But Dalal Hassan didn't do anything. He either satirically satirized Dorothy and his party, or complained and complained like an abandoned woman. Without much effort, he poured out his personal experience like a coke.

He was born in a wealthy merchant family, and his personal abilities have been first class since childhood.After graduating from college, this guy was not only admitted to the Department of Homeland Security, but also stood out in a training camp with a 60% elimination rate and successfully entered the Secret Service to protect the president's safety.But in the last crisis, he and more than 20 colleagues were easily defeated by a lone ranger. Thousands of bullets were shot out, not even one of the enemy's feathers was lost.

The invaders didn't want the lives of these agents, they just tied everyone inside and outside the White House and put their underwear on their heads by the way.The Donkey Party president’s self-esteem was severely damaged. In order to vent his private anger, he kicked out all Secret Service employees who were present. Dalal also lost face, but he had no subordinates to anger, so he spoke badly to the retrospectors and accused them of inconsistent names. In fact, you can't even touch the shadow of the suspect.

Dorothy declined to comment.Regardless of the reason, she did not catch the servant of the black plague, and it was meaningless to force her to justify.The six backtrackers were too lazy to take care of this stuff. They had astronomical data to process, and they couldn't even allocate computing resources.But Dalal saw this silence as weakness to be deceived, and said that he was getting more vigorous.

"Trust must be won by strength. In the last two actions, the performance of the retrospector is completely inconsistent with the rumors, so don't blame us for being unhappy." He hung on the safety cable and deliberately folded his arms on his chest, showing that he spent a lot of money to strengthen Muscle lines:

"Like a site survey. Madam, I really don’t know what you think. These tasks are a waste of time. The Department of Homeland Security and the FBI have already looked at the corners a long time ago, and even the dust is put in the evidence bag, and the microscope Screened repeatedly underneath. Believe me, you can’t find any traces left by the murderer. There are no blood, body fluids, or hair samples. As for fingerprints and footprints... there are hundreds of people walking around and touching, only the top. Who can find specific traces."

Speaking of this, Dalal even laughed triumphantly, like a chipmunk picking up an acorn.But the problem is that none of his guesses are right. Backtrackers are fundamentally different from ordinary law enforcement agencies. They have higher-level system permissions and can easily track specific data streams. They do not need to spill luminol reagents or Need to scan fingerprints everywhere.

When the sniffer complained, the tracer had found the code fragment left by the mysterious killer.Using this as a basis, they successfully reconstructed a section of the guy's escape route and immediately ended the work in the elevator shaft.Of course Dalal knows nothing about this, but this does not prevent him from hanging in the air idly, his lips running like a motor:

"Surveillance video is also worthless. Madam, we first analyzed this batch of videos and sent a copy to you. As I wrote, what the camera captured was either a guest or an employee of the management. Now that you have read all the reports, you should know all of these? Hey, ma'am, you should know all of these, right?"

Dorothy raised her head suddenly.Not because of the provocation of the stab agent, but because of the phrase "read all the reports."[It's my fault, I only found out about it now.The federal law enforcement agency has made such a serious mistake. I have only now discovered what happened.Hope is just a coincidence, not a chain reaction caused by hardware damage.

She is very rarely upset.However, this emotion cannot be expressed in front of outsiders."I did read all the reports. And I noticed one of your serious omissions." Dorothy stared into Dalal's eyes and asked aggressively:

"The reports of the Department of Homeland Security, FBI, and NSA, why didn't they mention gladiators? Where are these slaves now and have they been properly settled?]

"Gladiator? Of course it is managed by the security company. I heard that they put the remaining slaves in a centralized detention, right in the previous training ground. This was originally their business, and we—uh, what is the connection with us, ...." Dalal frowned, looking reluctant, his eyes drifting to the side subconsciously.He should be aware of the seriousness of the problem, but he is still holding on, just refusing to admit defeat:

"Don't stare at me like that. I am not a beast, of course I am sympathetic. If I could call the shots, I would have released those poor bugs. Madam, I never liked this place, let alone those perverts, but we are here. The investigator was not the foundation for charity. The security company made mistakes. Why should we help us wipe the butt?"

"Because you are sitting on the same boat and heading to the same magma hell." Dorothy left this sentence coldly, and then she toggled the Bluetooth headset, connected to the FBI on-site command above her head:

"Special operations command call. Special operations command emergency call. Federal law enforcement agencies present, answer immediately!"

"I heard it, loud and clear. Madam, did you find something—"

"You wasted two days, and now you can only use force to solve the problem. Immediately contact the security company and blockade the gladiator training ground with cavalry chariots and gunboats. No one is allowed to enter or leave until the investigation is over, including guards and slaves. , No one is allowed to enter or leave. Start the action immediately and allow all weapons to be used. Special operations command, OVER!"