Tokisaki Kurumi's Journey to the Plane

The police chief of the small town was very depressed now. He was squatting under a big tree outside the cordon, smoking cigarettes one after another.

But he can swear to God, he is definitely not lazy!

The face under the police officer's hat is a little fatter, perhaps because the oil and water here is pretty good. Two old police cars were parked nearby, and there were young policemen chatting with each other.

The town belongs to the border area of ​​the United States, and the sky is high and the emperor is far away, not to mention it is a world where dangerous elements like Marvel are flying everywhere.

Although the order is not chaotic, they do have their own set of rules.

The sergeant unscrewed the bottle cap and took a sip of mineral water. His face was gloomy, as if he had caught his wife stealing his man last night!

The sun was shining brightly, but his physique was really not suitable for working in this kind of temperature. He didn't dare to squat down anymore, for fear that his fat butt would make the seam of his uniform pants pop out.

Sighing, there was a hint of leadership behind his hands. He walked back and forth, seeming to be thinking about some complicated issues, but the Sheriff's footsteps never left the shade.

The crime scene was not far in front of the police chief, but he was refused entry because... there were people from the FBI inside.

Thinking of this, the colors on his fat face changed again. As a small town police chief, he naturally had to deal with those gang members.

Moreover, those people gave him a lot of "political donations". I thought it was an easy matter to solve, but unexpectedly it alerted the FBI.

This was so remarkable that the police chief licked his dry lips, unable to help but panic. You must know that he and those gang members are inextricably linked.

Whether it is in accordance with federal law or state law, as long as someone files a lawsuit...he will definitely be finished!

Although he will not be executed, he will live in prison for the rest of his life... This is something he cannot accept at all as he lives a "dissolute life".

And as a police sergeant, he knew exactly what a slut was in prison. As fair and tender as he was, he might be forced to sacrifice his chrysanthemum on the first night.

Although he was sweating profusely, the police chief shivered.

Looking inside the cordon again, the police chief couldn't understand why the FBI personnel were wearing chemical protective suits.

Sighing again, he didn't think about running away, so he found a shady spot again and lit a cigarette again.

"Sheriff!"

The fat man raised his head slightly and realized he was one of his own, so he didn't stand up and asked, "What's the matter?"

The young man looked full of energy, but there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"They said they wanted surveillance video from nearby."

The sergeant took another puff of cigarette, mist came out of his thick nostrils, and said casually: "Really? Just give it to them."

The young man became anxious, squatted down, and whispered in the sergeant's ear: "Yesterday's videos were all destroyed, and there is no trace at all."

The fat man was startled and then remembered that this was the gang's delivery location. But after doing too many things, there would always be some oversights. Instead of cutting off the line to the past, he directly deleted the video.

In his eyes, the light flickered back and forth as he considered the pros and cons of the matter.

Suddenly, several black commercial vehicles drove quickly outside the cordon. Just as the police were about to get up, they found that people from the FBI had already stepped forward.

Wearing a black suit and sunglasses, the police chief groaned in his heart. He looked like a mafia. When he appeared in front of the FBI, the image was so impactful!

"Shit! This is our business!"

A loud bang reached the Sheriff's ears, and he was so frightened that he dropped the half-stubbed cigarette in his hand to the ground.

Looking towards the sound, it turned out to be the person in charge of the FBI, arguing with the man in the black suit.

But... no matter how you look at this picture... people will think that the FBI is the weak side.

The man in black smiled and seemed to be saying something, but unfortunately he was too far away and could not hear clearly.

A document was handed over to the person in charge of the FBI. His face turned green and white for a while, and finally turned red, as if he had been forced to take a bite of Rexiang!

Although he didn't know the identity of the man in black, that alone was enough to make the police chief have a good impression of him.

The man made a few more calls, then his face became gloomy, and he ordered the people to get into the car and leave without even saying hello to him.

Instead, the group of people in black suits carried out some equipment from the car in an orderly manner that he could not understand at all.

The man who looked like a "boss" walked towards him. He was still wearing sunglasses. He was not tall, but he always had a smile on his lips, which made people feel good about him.

"He is a master of handling things." The police chief thought in his heart.

The man reached out to him first, and the police sergeant shook it hastily.

"We are the Strategic Homeland Defense Attack and Logistics Agency."

"Huh?" The police chief was a little confused. The name sounded very bad. In addition, the other party could easily defeat the FBI, so he thought...this was another "uncle."

The man didn't seem to care. "Although our name is a bit long, I also suggested that the director change the name, but I never thought of a good name, so." The man shrugged, "That's it."

"Also." Before the Sheriff could speak, the man spoke again: "We will temporarily expropriate this land. It would be great if there were cameras. What do you think, Sheriff?"

There was a subtle twitch on his fat face and at the corners of his eyes, "Unfortunately, the power in this area was out last night, and it wasn't repaired until the early morning."

"That's enough."

Before the police chief could say anything, he was overtaken by the man.

...

The development of the matter was beyond the sergeant's expectation. The files he formatted were completely restored by the other party. Just when he was ready to go to jail and spend the rest of his life... the man just patted him on the shoulder and said, "Here

It’s not under our control.”

It was not until the afternoon, when the sun left only a glow, that the police chief came back to his senses.

Leaning on the chair in the police station office, he felt that his fat body was showing signs of dehydration.

"Ding-ding-ding-ding~" the phone rang, and the police chief picked it up slowly, "Hello."

...

"Deng-deng-deng~"

"Please come in."

A short man in a black suit walked into the room. He held a document bag in his hand, which was sealed quite tightly.

Sitting behind the desk, a dark-skinned, one-eyed man wearing an eyepatch sat there.

Stopping what he was doing, "Colson, is there anything important?"

The man's face was serious, without the smile he had seen the police chief in the afternoon.

"Director, I have a matter for you to decide on."

"Oh? Could it be that the level of the incident exceeds your authority?"

"Things are a little complicated inside."

Seeing the man's serious expression, the black director said, "Okay, show it to me."

"Stab it."

The document bag was opened, and in addition to the necessary documents, there were two small bags inside.

The black director shook it in his hands. One of them seemed to have no weight except for the bag. But the other one could clearly feel that it was made of metal.