Inside the interrogation room of the New York Police Department, a tall black man was sitting on a chair with handcuffs and leg irons.
At this moment, facing him, the police chief - George Stacy, dressed in a suit, was sitting opposite him with a serious expression.
"Who instructed you to do this? Where did your accomplices go? You'd better be honest, or you won't have a good outcome."
Hearing this, the black man just sneered coldly: "Mr. Police Chief, I've already said, I just had a sudden idea to rob, who knew they weren't willing to hand over the money, and then my accomplice misfired and shot them, killing them, that's the whole story, no one instructed us at all."
"Damn it, do you think we police are idiots? Do you think I'll believe your nonsense?" George roared angrily.
"Believe it or not, that's all I know!" The black man finished speaking, and like giving up, he stopped saying another word.
Outside the interrogation room, Mr. Loren quietly watched the surveillance screen, a bloodthirsty smile appearing on his face.
He knew too well how to interrogate criminals.
Of course, his interrogation method was not suitable for outsiders to see, after all, it was too cruel and bloody.
So, he stood up and said to the several New York City high officials behind him: "Turn off all surveillance in the interrogation room, I want to interrogate him myself!"
Hearing this, the several New York City high officials looked at each other, then said with flattery: "Young Master Loren, how can such a small matter require you to personally step in! This would be beneath your status, let our people do it! We will definitely make him speak the truth."
As the top among the top ten financial families in the entire United States, it's not an exaggeration to say that the Morgan Family's power covers the sky with one hand.
Let alone a few New York City high officials trying to curry favor with him, the first heir of the Morgan Family.
Even members of Congress, and even the person in the White House, have to act according to his expression.
Because in a highly capitalized country like the Great Beautiful Country, the so-called congressmen and high officials, even the president, are just puppets of the major financial families.
The one who truly controls the lifeline of the entire country has never been the president.
But rather these financial giants hidden behind the scenes, this is an undeniable fact.
Thus, it can be seen how noble his current status is.
But precisely because of this, he is even more concerned about what the truth behind it is.
Daring to act against financial families that control the country's lifeline, the force behind this is clearly not a small player.
So this matter is definitely not as simple as that black man said, behind this matter, there must be an invisible hand controlling everything.
And what he has to do now is to expose this invisible hand and then completely cut it off.
Only by doing this can his future days be peaceful, otherwise, it will always be like a bone stuck in his throat, with a sharp sword constantly hanging over his head, this is absolutely not what he wants.
"Some things, I will be more at ease doing myself."
Facing the flattery of the several high officials, Mr. Loren ignored them and was about to enter the interrogation room.
But just then, the entire police station suddenly lost power.
Immediately, the screen that had just been showing images instantly went black.
Seeing this scene, Mr. Loren instinctively became alert.
And just then, a burst of intense gunfire suddenly rang out.
Before Mr. Loren could figure out what was going on, the wall of the room he was in was actually blown through by a shell.
Immediately, the terrifying shockwave swept towards everyone in the room like a monstrous wave.
In just an instant, it blew away several people who were close by.
However, at this critical moment, Miss 2B blocked Mr. Loren's front one step ahead.
Using her steel body, she forcibly withstood the impact of the shell, which saved Mr. Loren from the same tragic fate as the others.
But even so, fragments from the explosion still cut his face, and a streak of fresh blood dripped down.
Touching his injured cheek, towering rage erupted from Mr. Loren's eyes.
"Boss, are you okay!" After blocking the explosion shockwave, 2B immediately turned her head to look at Mr. Loren behind her, asking with full concern.
"I'm fine, I won't die just yet."
"Careful!!!"
Just as Mr. Loren was speaking, suddenly several black-clothed figures holding submachine guns rushed in through the hole in the wall.
Then, without distinguishing between right and wrong, they immediately opened fire on the survivors in the room, clearly not wanting to leave anyone alive.
Seeing this, Mr. Loren rolled on the ground and hid behind the wall, thus narrowly avoiding the attacks of these Gunmen.
At the same time, he furiously ordered 2B: "Wipe out all these scumbags for me."
"Yes!" Receiving the order, 2B was like a leopard, rushing with a single stride directly in front of one of the Gunmen.
Seeing a stunning woman suddenly appear in front of him, a trace of astonishment clearly flashed in the black-clothed man's eyes.
But in an instant, he aimed his gun at 2B, but before he could fire, his neck was grabbed by 2B.
Then, with a fierce twist, only a 'snap' sound was heard, and his vision fell into complete darkness.
Seeing that a woman had suddenly killed someone, the other black-clothed men all aimed their guns at 2B, trying to shoot her into a sieve.
But 2B, who had killed the black-clothed man, had already snatched a handgun, and her reaction speed was clearly not comparable to that of humans.
Therefore, before they could fire, 2B had already fired first.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
With a few gunshots, several more bodies of black-clothed men lay on the ground.
There was a bullet hole in each of their heads, all killed with a single shot.
From this, it can be seen how accurate 2B's marksmanship was.
In just an instant, all the black-clothed men who had rushed into the room were sent to hell by 2B.
"Boss, mission complete, enemies have been cleared."
2B carefully checked the surroundings, and after confirming it was safe, she came to Mr. Loren's front to report.
"Very good!" Mr. Loren nodded, straightened his suit, and walked out with a calm expression.
The room was a mess, with about ten bodies lying scattered on the ground.
Besides those black-clothed men, several of the high officials who had just been flattering him had also unfortunately died.
However, he didn't care about this; at this moment, he was more concerned about what had happened to the black man in the interrogation room.
Just then, Police Chief George Stacy, with a trace of blood on his face, walked over from the direction of the interrogation room with a gloomy expression.
"Mr. Loren, the suspect is dead!"