Arizona, on a secluded highway.
Jack had just sent his first girlfriend home, and was now talking on the phone with his second girlfriend while driving his car. In the dark night, the car lights flashed, only just barely illuminating a sign beside the road: Route 28.
The two were in a deep conversion, seeming to be about wanting to see each other again and roll around in their sheets, when suddenly the mobile phone signal was interrupted. Immediately afterwards, the car radio also begin to make a crackling noise.
Jack frowned and turned off the radio, only to then find that his breath had condensed into a white mist, and the temperature in the car had dropped a lot strangely.
You should know, at this point of the year it is summer now.
The lights in the car flickered a few times, when suddenly a woman's voice sounded from behind Jack: "Please...send me home."
Jack shivered all over his body in shock, and the car suddenly drifted on the highway, and finally stopped at the side of the road with great difficulty.
After taking a few breaths, Jack turned his head to look back a little distracted, only to find a blonde woman in a thin white pyjamas was sitting steadily in the back seat, a pair of beautiful eyes staring at Jack.
"You...you..." Jack stammered, "When did you get in the car?"
The woman leaned forward slightly, against the front light, revealing her beautiful face and the spring light under her thin pyjamas.
"Please...send me home!"
The shoulder strap of the pyjamas suddenly slipped down.
Jack swallowed, his eyes could hardly move away: "Okay, but where is your home?"
The woman leaned back on her seat, and said quietly, "Forward."
Jack licked his lips lightly as if to stabilised his mind, and restarted his car to drive along the road.
After he drove for more than ten minutes. Under the guidance of the woman in white, Jack finally drove the car onto a very dilapidated steel structure bridge.
Jack leaned out from the window, looking around, only to frown and say, "Madam, are you sure this is the right way? It looks like this isn't a place anyone is living at."
As he said this, Jack turned his head, but the unknown woman had appeared in the passenger seat next to him, frightening Jack again at her sudden appearance.
But this time before Jack recovered, the woman rushed over, pressed her body against Jack, and put her small hands into his clothes.
Though after a moment, the car shook violently with a pained scream.
Though after a few more dozen shakes, the car returned into a calm.
Deathly calm.
***
Sharon drove a Cadillac black bulletproof SUV specially distributed for N.I.A. agents on the field, humming a little tune while traveling along the road. With Holly's turnover and Sharon's credit earned on Flight 121, he has successfully transformed himself into a special agent.
A special agent is similar to that of an independent agent, as he is also traveling around the world. The only difference is greater power, higher salary, better treatment, better prospects for future promotion...
Though honestly, there really isn't much difference.
Almost a month has passed since the snake-infested flight incident. Edward King never showed up for his court hearing. It was estimated that he had gone abroad. Therefore, Holly's protective house arrest on Sharon was also cancelled.
During this time, Sharon was not idle, except for eating and sleeping, he almost lived in the shooting range and training range. After continuous training, he has completely adapted to his body.
Prior to this workout, his new body had been specially trained by the N.I.A. and has mastered shooting and fighting skills, but under the influence of attribute blessings and passive skills, Sharon's strength was several times stronger than it had been before.
Especially under the influence of the 'Agility' attribute, Sharon can draw his gun far faster than many others, which would greatly increase Sharon's chance of victory in a gun battle.
Sure enough, his decision to add all his spare attribute points after his second level upgrade to 'Agility' was a correct decision.
Right now Sharon was approaching a coordinate position that had been provided to him from the system, he soon saw that a warning tape had been put up on an iron bridge that was on the road ahead. A group of local police were at the scene, either looking down on the bridge or walking police dogs along the river under the bridge in a search.
Sharon parked his car, and hung his ID on his chest, walking towards the police officers. Once he arrived at the security zone, he called over to a police officer who was responsible for maintaining the crime scene: "Special Agent Sharon, N.I.A."
The police officer glanced at the ID on Sharon's chest before raising an eyebrow slightly surprised: "IS the N.I.A. so idle now? Your two colleagues have just left, and you just arrived here."
Sharon followed the police officer's line of sight and turned his head to look. As expected, not far away, two men, one tall and one short, were leaving quickly.
Sharon believes that these two must have been agents of the local branch, and did not take them seriously, before he asked the police officer: "What's the situation now?"
The police officer led Sharon to the car on the iron bridge: "The car is still there, but the people are gone. . .no traces of any blood or fighting found. So the preliminary guess is that driver got out of his car and jumped off the bridge."
Sharon leaned over, from outside of the car window he could see that the car key were still inserted in it. Sharon frowned before saying: "Has the corpse been found under the bridge?"
The police officer shook his head: "The sheriff currently has us searching. The river under the bridge is very turbulent, so it may have rushed downstream."
Sharon put on his gloves and gently pulled open the car door. But just as he touched the handlebar of the car, a system prompted sounded in his head:
[Clues of a case were detected, this cases codename is "Woman in white", after the case is solved, experience points and detective points will be awarded according to the degree of completion, so please pay attention detectives]
"White clothes? Woman?"
Sharon frowned, raising his nose and sniffed hard in the car. He didn't smell any fragrance from perfume or cosmetics, but there was a faint fishy smell.
The officer looked at Sharon with a weird look. But Sharon didn't take that seriously. He closed the car door and asked the officer, "So what's the situation of the missing person?"
"Jack George, 21-year-old, a local, lives in the small town not far away." A middle-aged police chief walked over and reached out to Sharon, "Owen, local police sheriff."
"N.I.A. Special Agent, Sharon." Sharon shook hands with Sheriff Owen and frowned. "If I may Sheriff, how was Jack's private life? Were there any women around him who like to wear white clothes?"
"You look young, and yet your eyes seem to be vicious. It's really not easy to get into the N.I.A. huh." Owen handed over a folder in his hand to Sharon and sighed, "I knew Jack...this boy. His social/public life was good, but his private life. It's just messy."
"As for the women he associates with, whether they like to wear white clothes, this would need to be investigated." Owen frowned, "But agent, why would you need to know this?"
"It's nothing, just based on the analysis from his car interior decoration." Sharon made a disarming smile before handing over his business card to Owen, "I will read over this document first, before I go investigate the women in town. Please let me know if the search team makes progress."
Owen shrugged. Dealing with this kind of disappearance was already very tricky. There was now a N.I.A. agent who had intervened, so he couldn't ask for anything.
In the end, if there was no result, then the above are not easy to hold accountable.
After leaving Owen, Sharon drove to the small town in front of him. After entering the town, Sharon planned to go directly to the police station, but after seeing a fast food restaurant by the road, he decided to go and eat first.
After pushing the door into the fast food restaurant, Sharon looked around the shop habitually, but his attention was attracted by two young men sitting up by the corner.
Thinking back to the crime scene, from what he saw, it seems that these two men were the two N.I.A. agents who only just left the scene as he was arriving.