After handing the paper to Tony, Coulson didn't say anything more and walked straight towards the plane that was about to take off.
When Coulson's figure completely disappeared into the plane, Tony was still savoring Coulson's words just now.
For a genius inventor, science is all the truth he believes in.
But now, Tony began to doubt whether his faith was really correct.
… … … …
After a comfortable sleep, Rogge originally planned to use Flying Thunder God to go directly to the office.
But after seeing his pair of blood-red three-tomoe Sharingan eyes, he hesitated for a few seconds.
With his current amount of chakra, even if he kept the Sharingan open for twenty-four hours a day, it wouldn't have any impact on him.
Moreover, keeping the Sharingan open all the time would make him look a little more handsome.
Whether to be handsome or to be low-key, that is the question.
After thinking seriously for several seconds, Rogge finally made a decision.
Being handsome is a lifetime thing!
So before going to the office, he turned off the Sharingan and returned to his previous normal appearance.
When he arrived at his extremely simply decorated office through Flying Thunder God, he found a man sitting on the sofa in the office wearing a dark gray suit and a pair of dark red sunglasses.
In front of this man was a cup of steaming coffee, and to his right was a blind man's cane.
Rogge was no stranger to this person.
Or rather, he was no stranger to this person's other identity.
The person sitting on the sofa, on the surface, is a blind lawyer named Matt Murdock, and behind the scenes, he also has an identity called Daredevil.
Rogge had encountered this Daredevil before when he was carrying out a commission in Hell's Kitchen.
But it was only limited to encountering him; they had never had any dealings with each other.
"Hello, I am Matt Murdock, a lawyer!"
After teleporting to the office, Rogge didn't make any sound, but Matt still sensed his arrival.
Although Matt wasn't sure how Rogge appeared, he heard Rogge's slowly beating heartbeat.
"Rogge, private detective!"
After speaking, Rogge came to his desk and sat down on the specially customized sofa chair.
He didn't take the initiative to ask Matt anything, but silently waited for Matt to speak on his own.
Time passed bit by bit, and the office fell into an eerie atmosphere of silence.
One minute, three minutes, five minutes, ten minutes…
More than twenty minutes later, they still hadn't spoken.
However, their silent confrontation was finally interrupted.
What interrupted them was not another client, but two New York police officers.
"Hello, are you Mr. Rogge?" The leading white male police officer asked Rogge very politely.
The white male police officer's attitude surprised his black partner, but he quickly reacted.
It is said that Rogge in front of them is the perverted killer who slaughtered 115 gang members.
Thinking of this, the black police officer unconsciously placed his right hand on the gun on his waist.
"Yes, I am Rogge."
Although the black police officer's movements were small, they did not escape Rogge's eyes.
Seeing this scene, several thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.
To appear at this time, and with such a polite yet wary expression.
If he guessed correctly, these two police officers should be here for the warehouse case.
Rogge was very sure that he had not left any evidence in the warehouse, whether it was fingerprints or clothing fibers, he had absolutely left nothing behind.
Moreover, before leaving the warehouse, he had also confirmed that there were no surveillance cameras or anything like that in the warehouse.
So why would these two police officers appear here? The answer was obvious.
Besides himself, the only ones who knew that he killed those people in the warehouse were Kingpin's people.
He couldn't report himself, so the only one who could have informed the New York police was Kingpin.
Rogge's guess was generally correct, the only difference was that Kingpin didn't report the news to the police, but completely publicized the news.
So now, not only the police know about this news, but also the Hand.
"Two days ago, a gang shootout occurred in a warehouse next to the Hudson River, and 115 gang members died at the scene, so we hope that Mr. Rogge can come back to the police station with us to assist in the investigation of this case."
"Of course, if it's convenient for you."
The white police officer used as gentle words as possible, although there was currently no substantial evidence to prove that Rogge did the case, he was very clear that the possibility that Rogge was the murderer was more than ninety percent.
At this time, the white male police officer silently cursed his superior in his heart.
Was it necessary to hold such a grudge against me just because I flirted with his sister-in-law? He actually arranged this kind of task for me.
This white male police officer had seen the hellish warehouse with his own eyes, and he was very clear that if Rogge, who looked harmless in front of him, went crazy, he and his partner would definitely not have any chance of leaving alive.
The people who died in the warehouse were not gang members, they were ninjas of the Hand, and only those idiot reporters would regard the Hand's assassin ninjas as ordinary gang members.
"Officer, what's your name?" Rogge didn't answer his question, but instead asked him his name.
"Jack, my name is Jack!"
When answering, Jack couldn't help but use the respectful tone he used when facing the Director.
"Officer Jack, I am a private detective, and I am personally very happy to assist the police in investigating cases, after all, I am also a person who is happy to cooperate with the police and the people. But you see, I happen to have a client here right now, so…"
Rogge didn't say it explicitly, but he was very sure that Jack understood what he meant.
"I understand, I understand! Since it's not convenient for Mr. Rogge right now, then I won't disturb you. If you are ever convenient, you can come directly to our police station. Then I won't disturb your work, goodbye!"
After saying that, Jack bowed slightly to Rogge, and then left the office with his partner as quickly as possible, and carefully and gently closed the office door.
"Since you admit that I am your client, can I commission you now?"
After Jack and the others left, Matt, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up and came straight to Rogge.
"Tell me about the content of your commission first, and then I will decide whether or not to accept your commission!"