The female investigator took Noland Lee, the metal box, and the cloth bag away.
The hidden corner fell into silence.
About half an hour later, Murphy appeared here, panting heavily.
"That bunch from Division Intelligence Unit Two took me seriously. Do they really need to mobilize more than ten elite fighters to track me!?" Murphy complained in her heart.
She looked at the corner where the poisonous fog rolled, and whispered:
"Jarvis, how's the magic wand?"
"Jarvis?"
"Jarvis?"
After several calls and a few laps around the corner, Murphy never saw Noland Lee's figure.
She quickly took out a copper whistle and blew it.
Soon, Corporal Mars came running.
"Reporting to you, Chief Officer," Mars saluted formally.
"Mars, have you seen Jarvis?"
Murphy tried to maintain her composure, but the slightly trembling tail of her voice exposed her inner anxiety.
Mars looked around and said, "No, Chief Officer. Isn't Jarvis with you?"
Murphy felt something was wrong immediately.
