Following Ica's order, the Logistics Department of the hospital was quickly mobilized.
The bodyguards caught hold of the Logistics Director who was still in bed.
The Logistics Director, who was still asleep, heard that it was Miss Ica of the Chicago Corporation who wanted to see him.
He immediately got up. He knew this woman.
Not only did Ica humiliate her subordinates, but she also hit and scolded them.
She was vicious.
It could be said that Ica was partly responsible for Chicago Corporation's current growth.
The Logistic Director could not afford to offend someone like that. He quickly pulled up all the surveillance cameras in Ian's room.
Soon, Ica appeared in the logistics control room. In front of her was a pile of surveillance equipment.
The Logistic Director pulled up the surveillance footage from Ian's room.
As the surveillance video was very long, the entire video was played at double speed.
In the video, Ian was lying in bed quietly. However, the calm was soon broken.
A figure in protective clothing pushed open the door of the ICU room.
Then, the person checked the medical records for a while before shaking Ian's bed.
This made Ica frown. She felt that something was wrong.
Then, a figure stood in front of Ian.
Ica called for a pause of the video.
"Who is this doctor? He hasn't shown his face since he came in. It's obvious that he intentionally covered his face."
Ica asked the person-in-charge.
The person-in-charge, who was sweating profusely, looked at the screen. A doctor's identification was usually shown on his clothes.
Moreover, once he wore a mask and a hat, he would not be able to identify the doctor even if he was photographed in the front.
"I'll check the doctors on duty tonight." The person-in-charge could only bite the bullet and replied.
When Ica heard this answer, she grunted and signaled for him to continue playing the video.
At this time, she found that the figure on the screen had taken out a tablet from his pocket and was playing something for his brother, Ian.
The eldest daughter of the Chicago Corporation, Ica, suddenly became breathless. She did not know what Ian had seen.
Not long after the video was played, Ian revealed an emotion of extreme excitement and fear!
'Just like him today, he must be trying to tell me something!'
Ica thought to herself. What was her brother trying to tell her?
It was the best Ian could do - to blink and move his eyes back and forth.
However, her brother could not give her any crucial information that could make her understand his intention.
It made her think. Ica suddenly had an idea.
That man! It must be related to that man!
Investigate! You must find out who that person was!
Ica stared at the surveillance footage.
Her knuckles tightened, even turning white.
It was very likely that this person was the perpetrator who tried to harm Ian!
"D*mn it! Find him!"
...
After dealing with a few malicious people on the bus, Lott returned to his rented apartment.
It was late at night but it was not time to rest.
Lott sat down with his upper body bare and did push-ups again and again.
He continuously trained to show the perfect lines of his upper body.
In prison, every day, he had formed the habit of exercising.
No matter how good a tactic was, it needed an excellent executor.
Lott's movements were similar to that of the coaches in the gyms.
This was because Lott had searched for his answer in the search box.
[How can I make my body stronger?]
After typing out this question, the search box suddenly showed a list of ways to become stronger.
Among them, there were many very outrageous methods. For example, injecting genetic medicine to increase the strength of one's body.
Training a certain ability could strengthen one's body.
Lott chose the one that suited him the most, which was physical training.
After choosing this method, Lott had trained perfectly which matched his body's needs - core strength and body muscles.
Other than that, there were also all kinds of fighting techniques. For example, fighting, jiu-jitsu, and Chinese kung fu.
However, he had already learned these in prison.
Now, he did not need the help of the system. He could easily handle three or four hooligans on his own.
Compared to five years ago, he was many times stronger now.
Not only could he mobilize every muscle in his body, but he could also train for a much longer period.
This was the method given by the system - the most suitable physical training method for himself!
When he felt tired, Lott took a shower. He had to recover his spirit and prepare for tomorrow's plan.
At this time, he took out an old-fashioned cell phone, inserted a new phone card, and dialed a number.
...
As the Logistics Director searched through the hospital's surveillance cameras, he could not find the man's face.
It was as if the man knew the location of every camera in advance.
The man would face the opposite side just as the camera was about to capture him.
"This is really strange."
The Logistics Director scratched his head. The few remaining strands of hair on his head were in a precarious situation.
"I've never experienced such a strange incident in my life."
The Logistic Director and the bodyguards could only honestly report this matter to Ica.
Ica now had confirmed one thing. This man knew about her younger brother.
Her younger brother did not have an accident. Someone had deliberately did it.
It was just that Ica did not know who the man was.
'It's just that I have so many enemies, I can't be sure which one...'
Just when Ica, the eldest daughter of Chicago Corporation, was at her wit's end, her cell phone rang. It was from an unknown number.
She wanted to cancel the call instinctively. She did not want to talk to people she did not know.
However, Ica felt that the unknown number was very strange.
It seemed like it was a mysterious phone call that could save the situation when no one could as if in a movie.
The phone kept vibrating. It seemed to be urging her.
In the end, Ica picked up the call.
She did not think that ordinary people could get hold of her phone number and called her at this inconvenient time.
"Who are you? How do you get my private number?"
Ica was the first to ask. She was a very powerful woman and did not like to give the opportunity for the other party to initiate the conversation.
As the call was connected, a cold, questioning voice sounded.
"Do you want to know the truth? The accident that Ian encountered wasn't an accident. I have information about this."
Lott looked at the search box in front of him and slowly read the text.
As expected, just as Lott finished his sentence, on the other end of the phone, Ica's mood changed drastically.
With her years of experience, Ica forced herself to calm down.
"Who's backing you?"
Although Ica's voice was suppressed very well, Lott still heard something strange.
She finally took the bait.