Invasion of the United States

"Believe me, while you're still trying to solve the problem within the framework of the law, the enemy is already standing outside of it, watching coldly."

Carl tilted his head slightly on the moving stretcher, his gaze falling on Hammer, a complex emotion in his eyes. After weighing it for a long time, he typed a line on his phone:

"Though I hate to admit it, the old man has a point.

My relationship with my partner isn't good, and I have deep conflicts with my boss, but I never thought they would want me dead.

But my partner and boss acted decisively. Now, I really have no one I can trust."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the old man Hammer again and asked, "So, you want me to take out that troublesome deputy director of the FBI?"

"Unless you've lost your mind, I wouldn't recommend doing that," the other party offered a super simple solution. "Just ensure that your prize claiming process isn't interrupted.

If you get the money before the FBI gets you for any reason or suspends the exchange, as soon as the lottery committee completes the process, your account will have over a billion dollars in assets.

As long as you have money, Beck Hughes will be the first to jump in, and your Kelly will get busy. Don't underestimate that attorney, he really will work his ass off for money.

Only with money can the law protect your interests."

This seemed not too difficult, as long as Zhou Qingfeng could stay low and keep calm.

But he frowned, deciding to reveal his biggest problem after a long pause, "The person blackmailing me really does hold evidence."

Blackmail isn't a big deal.

But when Zhou Qingfeng explained the ins and outs of the 'blackmail,' Chief Inspector Carl, lying down, became so agitated he almost leapt off the moving stretcher. Always read from the source: M|V|LE4MPYR.

Even if he couldn't jump, the inspector still used his phone to express his anger, "Fuck you, Victor. So you are the real culprit."

The old man Hammer, however, was not at all surprised. He glanced at Carl and said calmly, "Don't get excited. This kid took great risks to save you. You should be grateful.

Besides, though I don't know why the deputy director wants you dead, whether you can survive depends on whether this kid can safely get the money.

Otherwise, you'll die faster than he will."

Carl's anger was extinguished instantly by this statement. His fingers paused on the screen, then he slowly put down the phone and fell into silence.

The old man looked at Zhou Qingfeng again, "So, the key now is to find this hidden blackmailer, right? I do have some assumptions and suggestions.

First, the blackmailer has considerable counter-investigation awareness, but it's unlikely to be Kongges.

If you don't believe it, you can ask Carl. Whether from the perspective of the FBI investigators or my years of experience being a shadowy hand in the CIA, using their own voice for blackmail would be very stupid.

Voice changing is nothing more than using algorithms to distort the voice, which is too easy to restore with algorithms.

Moreover, using synthetic electronic voice is simpler, more convenient, and leaves no aftermath. Unless the blackmailer intends to deliberately mislead.

Secondly, the blackmailer definitely got accurate information, but his level isn't too high, otherwise, he wouldn't call before you got the money because he would worry that you would run after getting the money.

In contrast, the FBI deputy director can restrict your departure, monitor your account, not afraid of your escape, and can even frame you.

Lastly, the blackmailer is likely very familiar with Kongges. With advanced AI technology, as long as there are recordings of someone's daily speech as a baseline, it's easy to imitate anyone's speech.

The blackmailer will definitely contact you again, trying to reach some intimidating agreement. You have to find him before he causes more trouble, and get rid of him."

What he said was clear and logical, very convincing.

Having investigated the 'Bar Lottery' case for a long time, Carl was familiar with the potential suspects and immediately typed a name on his phone, 'Elvin White.'

"Who is this person?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"Kongges' partner, and the other officer who arrived at the scene the night of the 'Bar Lottery' case," Carl replied.

"If anyone is most likely to have targeted the 'Scorpio' bar after learning of the lottery news, it's him and Kongges."

Zhou Qingfeng was overjoyed, feeling that with both the 'Crouching Dragon' from the FBI and the 'Young Phoenix' from the CIA, uncovering the hidden blackmailer would be a piece of cake.

But he was happy too soon.

The 'Crouching Dragon' was lying on the stretcher. Not able to talk, he was exhausted half an hour later and fell asleep, unable to provide much substantive help.

The 'Young Phoenix' was even worse.

The old man went to the bathroom for half an hour and came out looking bewildered, as if his memory had been wiped, not knowing where he was...

Until he saw Zhou Qingfeng, compared him to the pre-saved photos on his phone and the 'order,' happily shouting:

"Victor! I finally found you! I'm Hammer, your 'Hourly Worker'."

The old man lost his memory again.