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Chapter 699: Stupid American Wade

After giving Elizabeth and Billy the task of searching the case files, Luke and Selina returned to downtown Los Angeles to work on the case.

On the way, they saw two cosplayers in black and white performing on the street.

Although their clothes were fake and their movements were clumsy, everybody could tell at a glance what they were doing — Batman versus the Angel of Judgment!

This was what fans from all over the world had been doing in the last two days.

Looking at the Angel of Judgment, who was flapping his wings like a white chicken, and Batman, whose small bat wings were carried over from playing a Christmas devil, Selina suddenly asked, “Was Europe very dangerous?”

Luke grinned. “No, it was very relaxing.”

Selina nodded and said, “This world is getting more and more dangerous. Even vampires have come out. Don’t be careless.”

Luke chuckled. “Safety first. I was the one who taught you that.”

Selina mulled for a moment.

The risks that a certain person took basically weren’t risks to him.

At that moment, in the basement of a certain tycoon’s villa in Malibu, Tony was looking at the video and photos he had just collected.

“I thought it was something mystical after all the commotion, but it turns out to be a bionic flying suit.” Looking at the white figure flying away, he curled his lip. “Rumor has it that the military has been building something like this for years. Even if it was a bunch of idiots working on it, their progress should be better than this angel’s… Hm, or maybe not.”

Even so, his eyes were fixed on the image. “Jarvis, play it ten times slower.”

“Stop,” he said.

Tony watched as an indistinct black figure ran into the courtroom building with a huge white box on his back.

A moment later, the Angel of Judgement appeared on the roof with Dukhovich.

He observed for a moment. “Jarvis, look for other images of this person in the video.”

The black man quickly hid behind a tree, and the white Angel of Judgement came out.

Tony burst out laughing. “The angel is black? If only those people who call him an angel know.”

Chuckling, he ordered, “Jarvis, search for information on this person.”

After a brief search, Jarvis related, “The target did not appear near any cameras, and the video and photos are vague. There is one person in the police database whose facial and physical characteristics match at 82.3%.”

Tony didn’t give it too much thought.

There was a limit to how much videos and photos could be enlarged.

To put it simply, the video was only 720P. It couldn’t be turned into a 4K video.

Tony could run a lot of simulations using software, but there would inevitably be deviations.

“Jabal Santos, of mixed African and Latin American descent, and a New York gang member. He went missing in a gang fight five years ago.” Jarvis’s voice rang out, and a black man’s ID and profile appeared on the screen.

Tony was stunned. “A gang member?”

“According to the intelligence, he’s just an ordinary gangster with nothing special about him. He was incarcerated seven times, four times on charges of robbery, two for severe bodily harm, and once for carrying illegal drugs,” Jarvis reported.

Tony shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would a New York hooligan go to Europe as a messenger of justice? Did Dukhovich kill his family?”

Jarvis said, “Jabal Santos was abandoned outside an orphanage in New York when he was a baby. There’s no information on his parents. He moved around between four foster homes when he was growing up, but all of them are in America.”

Tony put his suspicions aside for the time being. “When I go to bed, find out what the relationship between these family members and Jabal is like.”

Jarvis said, “Sir, you haven’t slept for 32 hours. Do you want me to start investigating now?”

Tony waved his hand. “Wait, I have another idea. Let me…”

“Miss Potts is waiting for you outside the lab, sir,” Jarvis reminded him again.

Tony put down the parts he had just picked up. “Fine, I’ll take a break first.”

Even so, he couldn’t help but glance at the flat white box on the screen. Recalling the retractable function of an extraterrestrial weapon that he had bought not long ago, he was inspired once again.

He had to hurry up and send Pepper away on some pretense later, then come back and work on his new ideas! Muttering to himself, Tony left the lab.

In the southern hemisphere at that moment, an exploration team was taking a break in the Amazon jungle.

“Captain, we’ve found traces of another indigenous tribe,” a team member reported to Wade, who was drinking water.

Wade said, “I hope we find the right person this time. Damn, my d*ck’s going to grow mushrooms if we stay here any longer.”

The team member didn’t pay attention to him. “Then we need to prepare something in return for information.”

Wade said, “Can’t we just give them some glass balls? Didn’t someone do this before, exchanging glass balls for gold… Right, do they have gold here?”

The team member said, “…Maybe, and there are a lot of gem mines.”

Wade said, “How about some gems…”

The team member said, “Captain, don’t forget our mission.”

Wade nodded and waved his hand impatiently. “Got it. I’ve taken the money, the mission comes first.”

After that, he couldn’t help but ask again, “By the way, if I get some gems in exchange, that’s fine, right?”

The team member said, “…You can give it a try.”

Half a day later, Wade cursed as he was dragged out of a grass shack by two team members. “Damn it, these natives actually want USD? Aren’t they a tribe? How do they even know what USD is?”

The lips of the team member who was still in the grass shack twitched. Don’t you know that a lot of Americans have been here before? The natives know that good stuff can be changed with USD.

He could only squeeze out a smile and gesture at the interpreter next to him. “So, if you can give us any useful leads, we’re willing to pay ten thousand dollars…”

“Damn it, don’t expect me to fork out the money. My pay doesn’t include this…” the captain roared.

The team member’s smile stiffened, but he immediately rejoiced. Fortunately, the natives didn’t understand English.

“American, your leader doesn’t seem friendly toward us, and he doesn’t want to pay up?” a short native man next to the chief suddenly asked.

The team member: “Huh?”

Looking at his expression, the short man sneered. “You always think you can use glass to get gold and gems from us. Your captain isn’t the first idiot to try that. Tell me, are you as stupid as he is?”

The team member smiled bitterly. “Of course not. I’m the one in charge of money.”

Otherwise, they would probably already have to ask for a second batch of funds from the company even before they could board the helicopter.

The company would definitely continue to give them money, but if this mission didn’t work out, the company could sue the pants off them.

Earning high wages from a capitalist was never easy.

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