In the night of indulgence, under the bright lights and wine, humans vent their most primitive ** and impulses.

In the bathroom of Fox Wild Rose, after a burst of rapid and low hoarseness, everything returned to a tasteless calm.

While lifting his belt, the old Mediterranean man walked outward wiped the traces on his body in front of the mirror in the bathroom.

A blonde boy came out of the bathroom just now, with an expression of unsatisfactory expression: "Jack, you haven't come often recently. Are you too busy with work?"

"Baby, there are some things you should ask about." The old Mediterranean man's eyes were filled with cold strangeness.

The blonde boy was also startled: "OK, I just care about you."

Old Jack took out two hundred meters from his pocket and stuffed it into the blonde boy's hand, then left the bathroom without looking back.

Three o'clock in the morning.

Due to the blockage of the Rockies and the special basin terrain in California, the temperature in Fresno City is not as cold as expected.

Old Jack, who had just left the bar, took out a Marlboro and lit it, and slowly sucked the clouds while walking.

More than fifty meters away, a general-purpose sedan on the side of the road suddenly flashed its headlights, and the engine started and the car drove towards Old Jack.

Old Jack, who was walking by the road, took a sip of cigarette, his eyes shook by the high beam, and he subconsciously closed his eyes.

The engine throttle of the GM sedan roared.

Old Jack's eyes were not yet adapted, and he cursed in his heart: "Fak, these damn punk boys..."

Suddenly he felt his body fly up, his brain was blank at first, and severe pain followed closely.

Old Jack rolled in the air like a rag doll for three or four times, and finally smashed heavily on the windshield of a roadside car. The windshield was suddenly covered with cracks like spider webs.

Several charming girls at the door of the bar screamed in panic.

The traffic light camera at the intersection of the street was coldly watching all this. Old Jack, who was knocked out, struggled on the windshield for a few times, and then lost his breath.

Half an hour later.

The scene was controlled and cordons were drawn. Among the flashing warning lights, there were Cloud and others with ugly faces.

FBI Inspector Aston, who was in Fresno City, turned around and said, "Agent Claude, we will handle this matter well."

"Aston, you should know Jack's identity, we have to participate in this matter, I suspect it's a revenge together." Claude was very tough.

Aston, who had the correct procedure, shook his head and refused, "Claude, you are responsible for the outside, we are responsible for the inside, this is the rule, do you understand?"

"But……"

Aston made a pause gesture, answered his phone call, walked away to listen to the phone, and a few minutes later, he walked back.

He spread his hands helplessly: "OK, I agree that you will participate in the investigation, but please cooperate with our work and don't do anything randomly."

"Thank you." Claude nodded.

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The staff on both sides were busy for several hours and took the out-of-control General Motors, the blonde boy who had been in-depth with Old Jack, and the body of Old Jack, to the FBI's station office building.

At ten o'clock in the morning, Cloud hurried back to the town office, preparing to investigate Old Jack's situation, and temporarily took over the related work.

After he took a few cases, he was about to go over and investigate with his assistant. As soon as he walked to the door, he met a girl.

The young girl wearing a baseball cap, holding a bouquet of pink carnations and a gift box, asked Claude politely: "Hello! Sir, is this Yamei Information Consulting Company?"

"..." Claude stopped and frowned slightly. Their offices have always prohibited from communicating with outsiders. He cursed in his heart: Which bastard violated the regulations again?

His assistant hurriedly replied: "Yes, this is Yamei Company. Is there anything you have to do?"

The girl from the cap said in confusion: "I am an employee of the Klein flower shop. Someone ordered a bouquet of flowers and a gift box in our store to give it to Mr. Jack Anland, but I called a few times..."

"What? You said Jack? Ann Rand?" Claude's pupils shrank.

The girl in the baseball cap handed the gift card of carnation to Claude: "It's this gentleman, and his phone number is on it."

Claude grabbed the gift card.

[To Mr. Jack Anland:

In the long black forest of the long night, Amelica's eagle, staring at the Fox in the rose bushes, you are enjoying the tension and excitement of hunting, while I am quietly watching your performance on the other side of the sea.

Proud hunters sometimes become prey for prey. May there be no cars in heaven, and I am very grateful for the apples you sent here.

The nameless ghost Claude looked extremely hard to see. He suppressed his anger and took a deep breath: "Madam, I have taken the thing, Jack Anland passed away early this morning. Now I need you to cooperate with our investigation."

"Oh, Buy!" The girl in the baseball cap looked confused.

Claude stared at the gift box with cold eyes: "What is inside the box?"

"Oh..." The girl was frightened, and became a little nervous, and replied stammeringly: "It's six...six apples, which was asked by that person... by email."

"Apples? Six?"

Claude immediately notified the FBI's Aston to investigate the flower shop's computer.

It was around twelve o'clock noon.

Aston hurried to Cloud's office with an investigation report.

“How is the situation?”

Aston's face was very gloomy: "Bad news, just around the same time this morning, there were similar cases in New York, Houston, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and Detroit, with greeting cards, Apple and cars out of control."

"Who are they?"

Aston said very angry: "Two Rock Martin's weapons experts, two local senators, and one of your colleagues."

"Farke Squid!" Claude clenched his fists.

Aston, who had calmed down, asked, "What are the clues on you?"

Claude handed over the document from the Asia-Pacific branch: "This is a top secret. Don't tell anyone after reading it."

"OK, I understand the rules." Aston took the document, looked through it for a moment, then contacted the contents on the greeting cards, and instantly reacted.

After a while, he felt a terror and asked in an incredible tone: "This is your top secret? Why does the other party know? Could it be that you are inside...?"

Claude, who had an awkward face, rubbed his temples and replied, "I don't know either. There are only six people who know about this, now there are five people, and we are investigating."

After taking a deep breath, Aston said, "This is the other party's warning. If you target that person again, you may be going to tear your face."

"The above has asked us to suspend our actions. This ghostly assassination method must be vigilant in the future." Claude said helplessly.

Faced with this kind of remote control of cars, it is really hard to guard against in the increasingly intelligent modern society.
Chapter completed!