"Chicago has been quiet for too long. We have to turn it upside down."
Old Ian looked at the Chicago Corporation building. His eyes were filled with reluctance and madness, and his voice was filled with immense authority as he spoke.
This time, he was really angry.
"Master, just relying on ourselves isn't enough. We'll probably have to call the police."
The middle-aged man behind Old Ian was not afraid. In fact, he was even a little excited.
The middle-aged man was a natural battle maniac. If it was not for protecting Old Ian, he definitely would not have cultivated like this for so many years. He could not help but remind Old Ian. This person was rough but very attentive.
"The police? I'll contact them."
Old Ian's brows furrowed for a moment, but they quickly relaxed. Chicago was no longer the Chicago of the past.
Now was not the time when a group of people could dominate the world with a single gun.
"I'll leave this matter to you for the time being."
Old Ian glanced at the man behind him.
"I'm going to meet some old friends."
The man behind Old Ian lowered his head even more respectfully.
The man knew who Old Ian was referring to as "old friends". Those people were all warlords who had once dominated a region.
Now that Old Ian's child had been killed, there had to be an explanation.
Seeing the madness in Old Ian's eyes, the man could not suppress his excitement.
"I'll definitely do a good job for you, Master."
Old Ian nodded.
The man ordered his subordinates to strengthen Old Ian's protection.
Now, only one heir of the family was left. The man could not afford to have any more accidents.
"Crack."
A crisp sound came from the soles of Old Ian's feet. His eyes darkened as he looked at the ground. It was a broken pencil.
Old Ian bent down and picked up the pencil. He looked at it.
"Howard, call the police..."
The middle-aged man answered and dialed a number...
...
Night fell.
In his rented room, Lott's figure kept rising and falling. He was shirtless.
Like a machine, Lott was sitting on a pull-up.
At this moment, in Lott's eyes, a stream of data kept appearing.
"Arm strength + 1."
"Core strength + 1."
"Body coordination + 1."
This data allowed Lott to constantly adjust his training.
Every movement was adjusted by the system and Lott monitored the strengthening notifications that kept rising on his body.
Lott could feel that his body was becoming stronger, more precise, and more subtle. His sweat dripped along with his movement of ups and downs.
The last group of core exercises had ended. Lott looked at the system's statistics.
The training statistics for this time was the following:
"Strength + 5."
"Endurance + 3."
"Tenacity + 3."
Lott clenched his hands and felt that his body was becoming stronger. However, compared to his previous speed, he was becoming slower.
Lott opened the search box.
He filled in the search box. "How can I make my body stronger?" Then, he clicked "confirm".
Immediately, numerous search results appeared before Lott's eyes. He clicked on one of them.
"According to the combination of medicines, you can take a medicinal bath to strengthen your body."
"P/S: the more tired your muscles are, the better the effect will be."
This was alright. This method was suitable for Lott's current situation. However, he did not have time to buy the ingredients today.
Lott memorized the prescription. He got up and took a shower.
After changing his clothes, he carefully thought about his future.
During these two days Lott was released from prison, he had caused death and injuries to the heir and eldest daughter of the Chicago Corporation.
One could imagine that the wrath of the head of the Ian Family would spread throughout Chicago.
Although there was no evidence to prove that Lott did it, the other party would certainly investigate him.
If the other party knew that Lott had this ability, then not only would the Ian Family hunt him down but also the top tycoons would too.
After all, who would want to have the sword of Damocles hanging over their head?
People like Lott were their natural enemies.
Therefore, the plan that Lott made for himself was to become stronger and not let the other party discover his ability.
Lott had to become stronger without anyone realizing it.
Looking at the plan in his notebook, Lott made up his mind!
...
Chicago.
As early as a few years ago, the resident population had reached 20 million.
With a huge population, there was also a huge criminal organization here.
The complicated gangs had made Ian Family's investigation much more difficult.
However, Old Ian had been offering benefits to the government for so long. Naturally, he had some influence.
Old Ian called the police and asked them to send the detective with the strongest investigative ability.
"Hello, Mr. Howard. I'm James, the detective in charge of this investigation."
James took off his gloves with one hand and extended his hand to Howard who was opposite him.
"Hello, Agent James."
Howard gently shook hands with the other party.
This person was Howard, the butler of the Ian Family.
James did not care about the other party's attitude.
The Chicago Corporation had been high and mighty for the past few years.
The colleagues who were busy around them were also used to it. They had dealt with countless cases related to the Chicago Corporation. Naturally, they knew the process.
At the moment, James informed Howard his investigation results.
"From the current traces, Miss Ica arrived at the Chicago Corporation building around 4pm.
"According to the assistant, Miss Ica received a phone call in the office and then ran out with the gun in a rage to kill someone."
When Howard heard about Ica's accident, he had received a phone call. The sharp intuition that he had developed over the years made him pay attention to this information.
"From the traces left in the room, there was nothing unusual.
"Around 6:30pm, Miss Ica was standing next to her car in front of the building. At the same time, the cleaning equipment was swayed by the violent wind.
"From hundreds of meters high, Miss Ica was accidentally hit by the equipment, resulting in her death.
"The police made a reanalysis of the incident.
"We believe that this incident was an accident."
Agent James explained.
"No one can predict the airflow and hit the target at a height of a few hundred meters."
Agent James was also amazed by the magic of nature as he continued his investigation.
Everything was a coincidence. It was like the trial of God!
All the colleagues in charge of this case had the same feeling. It was too coincidental!
This matter, even if there was a slight or even a second of change, it might not have happened.
"We're still investigating with a more detailed process."
Agent James closed the files and completed his report to Howard.
"It wasn't an accident. It was man-made."
Howard said.
"What?"
Agent James thought he was hearing things.
"This was man-made."
Howard did not even look at the report that was handed to him and said resolutely.