Two agents were shot and killed by Mu Yang on the spot and fell into the sand. Blood flowed out of his body and flowed to the ground, and were instantly absorbed by the sand.

Mu Yang did not delay and rushed out of the car and saw the policeman in another car opening the door. Without hesitation, he took out an RPG from the space and shot at the police armored vehicle.

The warhead rushed forward with a row of fireworks. In just one second, it hit the car. With a "boom", the entire armored car weighing more than three tons was blown up and jumped up online. When it fell, it fell to the side of the road.

Mu Yang looked at both sides, walked to the road, released a car from the space and sat on it, fired it, recharged the accelerator, "buzzing". Mu Yang took the opportunity to accelerate, and the car rushed out and flew away quickly.

What stayed on this California road was a mess.

Mu Yang drove the car all the way to Los Angeles. On the way, Mu Yang changed three pairs of cars with different models. If he could still find traces by those agents, Mu Yang could only believe that the United States did have Superman.

In the afternoon, Mu Yang had already entered Los Angeles. He was planning to find a place here to stay for a few days, observe the situation, and then go back.

At this time, Mu Yang had transformed into a French tourist. He had a handsome appearance, slightly curly but stylish hair, and was dressed in casual AMURS men's clothing, Vacheron Constantin's watch, and a men's handbag in his hand, so he checked into this Chartermont hotel in Hollywood.

After getting the room card, a waiter left the hall with Mu Yang's handbag in the eyes of the two front desk service ladies and ladies carrying Mu Yang's handbag.

"Oh my God, he is so handsome and elegant."

"The main thing is that I am young and rich, I love muse men's clothing, Vacheron Constantin's watches, and Gucci men's bags. Oh my God, I'm satisfied even if there is one."

No matter where the two front desks were crazy, I came to my suite and took a look at the hot spring pool garden area in the central area. It was a very good design.

On the road outside Burbank, there were many police cars and many free bikes parked here, and a group of people were investigating the scene here.

Upton looked at the tragic scene. When a cart walked past him, he reached out to stop him and looked through the transparent mouth on the body bag. It was his subordinate Nison, a very outstanding young man.

The corners of his mouth were pulled, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, which then turned into anger and cruelty. "I must catch that bastard and avenge you."

Upton turned around and walked back, and said to his subordinates, "Is it David Rogers?"

"Yes, head."

"Call everyone and investigate all his addresses and related people, and be sure to dig out this guy."

"Okay head."

After saying this, more than a dozen people walked away on the scene, but there were still many police and medical staff here to deal with the scene.

The door of the apartment where Burbank David Rogers lives was pried open from outside, but the agents who were about to enter the house were stunned. Because they had developed intuition and sensitivity to the smell of blood for many years when dealing with the scene.

"Wait a minute, there's a smell of blood." The agents raised their pistols, leaned against the door and began to walk in slowly into the room, and their eyes kept staring around.

Soon, they saw the situation in the room. A man was lying down on the sofa, but there were two naked men and women in the room. They could recognize that the man and woman were shot to death.

"The man seemed to be breathing." Someone said.

"Oh my God, it's David Rogers." Someone obviously recognized the man lying on the sofa, and was the suspect in the photo.

"It seems like things have become more complicated." said the captain who led the team this time.

Half a day later, a report was placed on Upton's desk.

"Head, it's confirmed that it's David Rogers himself. Lockheed Martin has a genetic database for every employee. We have made a comparison. He is right." said the captain.

"How is he doing now?" Upton asked with a gloomy face.

"The doctor said that his current condition is equivalent to a vegetable, and no one can tell whether he can wake up." said the captain.

"Fake, what a bastard, tell me the whole situation."

"There are three people in the room, namely David Rogers, David's wife Gloria, and another man named Robin. Robin and Gloria were shot and died. It was about nine o'clock in the morning. We also found the pistol that killed people and threw it in the room. There were only David Rogers' fingerprints on it. Robin and Gloria were both naked. According to the autopsy report, the two had sex before their death. We also found two hidden cameras in the room. It was suspected that David Rogers installed it. According to the on-site analysis, David Rogers should have discovered that his wife and good friend Robin had sex at home, and shot and killed the two in anger. However, we found the footprints of the fourth person." The captain said.

"That is to say, after David Rogers killed someone, someone entered the room, knocked David out, then took his identity card, pretended to be his identity, sneaked into Lockheed Martin, and stole information and information. Is that true?" Upton said with a frown.

"After we analyzed it, we thought it should be like this." The captain replied.

"It should, it should, and ******* are all ought, so there is nothing to be sure about?" Upton cursed.

The team leader did not dare to answer the conversation, so he could only lower his head to listen to the training.

"How is the situation of the fourth person investigated?"

"I only know that he took David Rogers' ID card, car, and clothes, and the others were not found in the room."

"What about the skunk factory? Is there anything you gain?"

"Not many, we have investigated all those who have contacted David today and found nothing abnormal."

Upton was furious: "There is no abnormality. The three identity detections of the skunk factory, identity card, fingerprint, iris, gravity detection, identity gait recognition, are they all fucking failures? How did a disguiser pass so many rigorous inspections? Is the other party a magic-shaped woman?"

The captain thought silently in his heart, does he also like to watch Marvel?

"Now eight agents have died. The skunk factory that the military values ​​most has stolen intelligence information. There is also a murder scene. You will give me a report like this. How do you ask me to explain to the superiors? Do I want to say that we can't even explain the information about the suspects using what means to enter the database center and how to steal it. Check it again immediately and don't let any details go."
Chapter completed!