The medical staff were busy with their duty of tending to the patients, while the security department was like a cat on a hot tin roof. The reason for their anxiety was that two very bizarre incidents had happened this morning. The first incident was that the patient in Ward 1707 had been found dead in his bed earlier that morning. The preliminary cause of death was acute morphine intoxication, and the autopsy report from the police was in progress. The hospital reviewed the patient's medical records. As he had been admitted to hospital following a car accident, he had indeed been injected with morphine last night to relieve the pain, but the recorded dosage was very safe and unlikely to cause morphine overdose, so the possibility of homicide was not ruled out. Secondly, this morning, as the staff responsible for the surveillance system discovered that the system had some minor vulnerabilities that needed fixing, they opted for an automatic repair, but after the repair was comp
Hearing the policeman's answer, Fleur felt even more depressed. Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro had both disappeared from Manhattan Hospital, and Zekeiah's assistant had died in this hospital. It went without saying that there had to be an enemy behind the scenes. Now, there was only one body left of the three, and the other two seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth. It made Fleur extremely anxious. Zekeiah's assistant was found dead in the morning. The coordinate point of Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro was in the hospital at midnight, and they had disappeared before dawn. Fleur figured that if they were attacked, this person would have killed Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro first and Zekeiah's assistant next. She mumbled under her breath, "Why did that person kill Zekeiah's assistant? What kind of threat would an injured patient pose to him? Could the assistant have seen him?" Thinking about this, she immediately asked, "Is there any evidence that the patient was murdered?" The policeman s
Enraged, Fleur queried, "Zekeiah disappeared early this morning. How did he leave the hospital? Don't you know?" "No," the policeman answered honestly. "All the CCTV footage is gone. To find clues, we can only rely on forensic experts to search the crime scene bit by bit, but the clues at the crime scene have been destroyed. Not even a complete footprint or fingerprint can be extracted, so for the time being, we don't know how they left." As Harrison's henchman, Hank might not be the most powerful martial artist, but he was a professional agent and very good at handling various clues. Charlie had ordered him to stay here yesterday to clean up all the clues and make it difficult for the police and Fleur to make any breakthroughs, and Hank had completed his task flawlessly. Fleur felt a deep sense of powerlessness. At the thought of the Four-Sided Treasure Tower, she queried, "The antique dealer... B-Biden Cole, right? Isn't he admitted here? Where is he now?" The policeman answe
"No." The policeman shook his head. "I have nothing to add." Sighing in disappointment, Fleur glared at the two policemen and commanded, "Listen, don't tell anyone about your encounter with me. If you have any leads, come to the Starbucks across the hospital. I'll be there." "Okay." The two policemen stared ahead blankly, but they nodded firmly. Fleur ignored them, turned around, and walked out of the hospital. Tarlon was waiting outside the hospital. Seeing Fleur come out so quickly, he hurried forward and whispered, "Lord, why did you come out so quickly? Have you found any clues?" With a gloomy expression, Fleur shook her head. She felt that she had reached a dead-end, but she couldn't give up. So, she coldly ordered Tarlon, "Call Esteban Briggs of the Left Military Governor Office and ask him to mobilize all the intelligence networks of the office in the country to locate Zekeiah, Mr. Zorro, and that antique dealer at all costs! Whoever finds them will be handsomely rewar
The main focus of the Left Military Governor Office was America, with North America having better economic development as a top priority. The Acker family itself was the second most powerful family in North America, and Zekeiah, as a scholar of the Qing Eliminating Society, had been undercover in the family for many years, so they knew the situation of the Acker family like the back of their hands. Fleur ordered them to investigate the Acker family's helicopter, and they immediately turned their attention to the Acker family's aviation company. On Esteban's order, more than a thousand Scouts from the Left Military Governor Office, who had been lurking in the United States for many days, began to move. A small number of them began to look for clues about Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro while most of them infiltrated all over New York to find clues about the Rothschild family's stolen antiques. On the other hand, the Scouts closest to the aviation company went there as soon as possible to
With a light nod, Fleur ordered with a cold voice, "Dispatch all the Scouts of the Right Military Governor Office stationed in Europe to New York as soon as possible, and all the Scouts of the Central, Front, and Rear Military Governor Offices must enter a state of first-level combat readiness and arrive in New York by noon tomorrow! I want to conduct a thorough search of New York and must find clues about the men and the antique!" "Yes, Lord!" Tarlon saluted. - The New York Scouts found some valuable clues promptly. The first clue was that the aviation company's surveillance system had been ordered to be shut down last night, so there was no surveillance record left inside the company, and the person who had ordered the shutdown was Zekeiah himself. Immediately after that, the Scouts at the aviation company sent back a report. Since the hangar had been almost completely burned to the ground, it was indeed difficult to find any valuable clues. Hence, they sent people to infiltr
Fleur was silent for a moment before lamenting wearily, "It seems that Zekeiah and Mr. Zorro are already dead. I never expected that my Four Great Earls, who have roamed the world for decades without a single defeat, would fall one after another in such a short time." As she said this, she clenched her fists and growled with a fierce expression, "What I can't accept the most is that with four earls dead, I haven't even caught a glimpse of the enemy. I don't know their names, who they are, or how many people they have under them! In over three hundred years, aside from that time when I was chased into Mount Tason by the Qing army, I've never been so passive! It's absolutely infuriating! Damn it!" Tarlon's face twisted into a nervous grimace with an obvious hint of concern. The death of the Four Great Earls would inevitably bring a tremendous shock to the Qing Eliminating Society, leading to doubts and concerns for himself, the Three Elders, and the Griffin family, who led the Five
The Department of Homeland Security received a crucial tip early in the morning. An agent affiliated with the Defense Intelligence Agency (DIA) had reported to the National Security Agency (NSA) that someone was carrying highly classified information related to defense chips on a business jet that had taken off from New York a few hours ago and was heading to Oskia. The NSA received numerous similar reports daily through various channels, but the investigation had shown that the vast majority were unfounded, and some were even pranks. However, this tip came from an agent in a sister agency, which significantly increased its credibility. They were all agents who understood the seriousness of the national defense work, which directly affected their jobs and corresponding legal responsibilities. No one would joke about such matters. Just as the NSA was discussing countermeasures, they received another shocking piece of news. The DIA agent who had provided the tip had fallen to