Dozo America

The photos show some recent victims. Some corpses are in pieces, and some corpses seem to have been sucked dry. But no matter which kind they are, it shows that the death methods of these people are abnormal, and

It's not like an ordinary murder case.

"Sorry, we can't help you much!" After a moment of silence, Dioclet slowly shook his head, "It is not the Modin family's obligation to investigate the case. We will abide by our obligations as American citizens. If you need our assistance,

We will be there during the investigation, but when it comes to investigating the case, there is nothing we can do, sorry, Mr. Mills!"

Mills was very disappointed. He put away the photos, stood up slowly, and said unwillingly: "Aren't you worried that they will threaten the safety of your family?"

"No, we have nothing to worry about. We are a legal and disciplined family, and we will not deal with the devil, so we don't have to worry about our safety. I'm sorry, we really...can't help!"

Dioclet shook his head and said with a somewhat regretful expression.

"Okay, just pretend I haven't been here, we will solve the problem ourselves. Goodbye, Mr. Modine!" Mills turned and walked towards the door. When passing by Bernard, he said meaningfully

He looked at the future leader of the Modin family, shook his head, and finally left with a lonely look on his face.

When Mills left and the butler Jason went to see him off, Bernard looked at his grandfather Dacre and hesitated to speak, and finally did not speak.

"Just say what you want to say!" Diocletian looked at Bernard, shook his head and smiled.

"We can definitely cooperate with the assholes. Grandpa, I can see that there is something big happening in Miami this time. These people died inexplicably, and from the perspective of the corpses, it seemed that they were torn to pieces or sucked dry by someone.

Like blood, the news recently came from Washington, Professor Fritsch is dead!"

As expected, there is no airtight wall. Even if Mr. President wants to hide something, he cannot control the contacts between his specific handlers and those big families, so a few big and respectable families have known about this situation for a long time.

"If it is the remnants of Professor Fritsch's forces, then they entered Miami. There must be something very important that attracts them. I don't know what it is, but these people are always a very big threat to us here."

Bernard talked eloquently and told his grandfather one by one his analysis.

"Very good. We could have cooperated with them. But... we are no longer needed now." Dioclet suddenly laughed, "There is another thing you haven't thought of. We are no longer needed for this matter.

Intervened, because someone has already intervened. If it had been later, I guess Mills would not have found me!"

Bernard was stunned for a moment, and then he immediately came to his senses. He immediately said urgently: "Is it Mr. Dan Mikel?" Yes, Bernard knew about Dan when he bought the yacht.

Mr. Mikel has already arrived in Miami. Obviously, he did not think that this was his problem.

"If Mr. Dan Mikel is unable to do anything, or if their target is directly aimed at us, maybe it won't be too late for us to step forward. We will see the result in the next day or two." Dioclet nodded.

"By the way, how is your relationship with Zhen going?"

Bernard told Dioclet what happened today. Dioclet nodded with satisfaction and said with a smile: "This is our most powerful trump card. If our family is about to be unable to resist it,

, and then Zhen comes forward, I think all problems will be solved easily, but... we should not use this kind of relationship easily. If we use it once, the friendship will be weakened! Don't do it unless you have to!"

"Yes, grandfather!" Bernard replied respectfully.

"Okay, now go back, sort out your thoughts, and see how you can preserve your family and your strength in this storm!" Diocletian nodded, closing his eyes slightly, Bernard

De then turned around gently, gently helped close the door, and then left.

Payton﹒

Agent Mills rushed into the fucker's office full of anger, and then angrily overturned some documents on the desk. He felt extremely angry because he had made an agreement with the Modine family for a long time.

He is responsible for helping his family clean up, and the Modin family should also help him complete some political achievements in a timely manner.

For a long time, the two parties have protected and promoted each other, and eventually formed a small circle with shared interests. This is also the reason why when Sarah came from Washington, she did not receive strong support from the local women, but was held back. Unexpectedly, today

But Mills himself also tasted the bitter pill.

"Tuk tuk tuk" someone is knocking on the door.

"Who!" Mills yelled loudly.

"It's me, Chief Mills, Nicole McShane." A woman's voice outside the door sounded weak and timid.

"Come in!" Mills took a deep breath, then calmed down his emotions and said to the door, "Come in and close the door!"

"Yes, sir!" Nicole.

McShane nodded, closed the door after entering, then quickly bent down, picked up the documents still on the ground, sorted them, and put them on the table.

"You're not here to help with the cleaning work, are you? If so, you can go to the logistics department instead of staying in my office!" Mills' voice still sounded rude.

"That's it, sir, there is a gentleman named Mikel outside who wants to see you, and... he has brought news from Washington!" Nicole.

McShane said, then stood aside and looked at Mills' expression.

"Really?" Mills was stunned for a moment, feeling a little overwhelmed. Washington sent someone here. It must be that the things here were not hidden from the eyes of the Washington gang. After thinking about it, he waved and said, "Let him come here to see you.

I!"

"Yes, sir!" Nicole.

McShane nodded and left in a hurry.

Not long after, an old man in his sixties came over. He was in good spirits. Because Mikel often went to Mia's clinic for health care treatment, he looked younger.

"I'm Dan Mikel, and this is a letter of introduction personally written by Mr. Donald Quinn, the supervisor in Washington, and... starting from today, I have taken over this place, your supervisor, which is here.

Mr. DiCaprio has been stopped, just when I went to his office." Mills said, took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Mills.

"What's wrong with Mr. DiCaprio?" Mills was shocked. He took the paper and looked at it. It was indeed a document signed by Washington, but he couldn't help but ask.

"He has no control over the current situation, and is also suspected of dealing with some criminals, so he has been suspended. He will fly to Washington today to personally report to Mr. Donald Quinn. There will be a special court against him.

His matter goes to trial."

Mills looked at Mills thoughtfully.

"From now on, you accept my leadership and obey my orders!" Mikel said, walked to Mills' desk, sat down and looked at him, "Do you have any questions?"

"Is there an appointment from Washington?" Mills controlled the turmoil in his heart, calmed down, and asked cautiously, "I must have an order from Washington to follow the order, sir!"

"Yes, you can call the DC headquarters now, and their appointment will be returned immediately. Of course... I am only here to deal with the recent murder case. I will leave here after last night's case,

Back in Washington, as for the candidate for the director here... as long as he performs well, anyone can be a candidate!"

Mikel looked at Mills and smiled: "Mr. Mills, what do you think?"

"Of course... of course!" Mills suddenly felt that this was a huge opportunity for him. Mr. Mikel was definitely just here to exaggerate. He was probably telling the truth, so as long as he cooperated with him well, then...

...In the end, no matter how the case is completed, I may be able to sit in that position.

Thinking of this, Mills felt hot all over. Although his words and movements were relatively restrained, the twinkling light in his eyes did not escape Mikel's eyes.

"Okay, Mr. Mills, we don't have much time, or we are very pressed for it. Now... please introduce all the facts of the case!" Mikel tapped the table gently.

Mills sat down quickly, and then told in detail some of the things that happened in the past few days, as well as some photos and forensic identification results.

Mikel listened quietly to Mills' case introduction. Although it was only an hour, he did not move and frowned slightly. The situation here was beyond his expectation.

Without the control of Professor Fritsch, his men have become unscrupulous. They have fled here. Although their ultimate purpose is not known, the number of these people is no longer a matter of a few people judging from the photos and case files.

There may be more than a dozen people involved, and each person's ability exceeds Mikel's estimate.

Those marks that look like bites from wild beasts are definitely not wild beasts, but those with mutated superpowers. They are powerful, ferocious, and good at hiding. They may look like ordinary people at ordinary times, but they mutate when they commit crimes.

.There is also a kind of corpse, as if the blood has been sucked dry. This kind of person is even more terrifying.

Among the mutated people, one is a beast and the other is a bat.

Mikel couldn't help but feel a little worried. Although the people he brought this time were all pretty good, if he wanted to kill them all, he might not be able to do enough. Maybe the old ones would be killed by those people in turn.

People were chasing him.

Is this really the only way? No one can complete this task except Zhen? (To be continued...)