Logan Franklin coughed, then reported, "Boss, about the pair of siblings you asked us to investigate, it's a bit strange."
Hank Clegg's pupils contracted slightly, "Speak!"
Logan Franklin said, "Those siblings, they actually don't live in District 13. The supposed residence is inhabited by a couple named Benjamin, who are DINK (double income, no kids), they've never adopted children."
The Benjamins have never adopted these siblings.
Does that mean they still live with their mommy?
Is their mommy… Victoria Talkington?
This conjecture flashed through Hank Clegg's mind like a lightning bolt.
However, he relentlessly pressed on, "What's the other bad news?"
Logan Franklin reported, "The other news is—we've found the latest whereabouts of Lucas Douglas."
Hank Clegg raised an eyebrow slightly, "Oh? That should count as good news, right?"
He is the world's best detective, and Lucas Douglas is an international Level S criminal.
The police finding the criminal's whereabouts should always be good news.
Logan seemed to be laughing on the other end of the phone—he knew his boss's nature well and occasionally enjoyed a joke.
In his view, the boss was the hardest and most disciplined man in the world.
As the most loyal subordinate, besides doing the jobs the boss gave him to perfection, a bit of cheekiness now and then, to make the boss happy, was also essential.
Logan laughed, "If boss thinks that Douglas's whereabouts are good news, then I have better news to report."
Even Hank Clegg, usually serious and stoic, couldn't help but crack the tiniest smile.
He also mockingly replied, "Good. If it doesn't top it, you will receive the corresponding punishment."
Logan, slightly smug, said, "It definitely tops it. We've found the real residence of the Twin Siblings. And Lucas Douglas—he should be there right now."
Hank Clegg sat bolt upright in shock.
"What did you say?"
Logan, apparently missing the shock in Hank Clegg's voice, was busy brownnosing, "Boss, you're really too clever. First you consider the kids' painting theft, then you actually found the suspects, and now we've proved that the suspects are connected to Douglas… Those fuckers in Paris, they should kneel to you, right?"
Hank Clegg only felt his palms turn icy cold…
The twins, who look like himself and Victoria Talkington, are actually connected to his arch-nemesis, Lucas Douglas.
He could barely hear what Logan was saying on the other end of the line.
He just slowly leaned back into his chair.
Yes...
How could they not be connected?
Douglas might have been the sole survivor after the plane crash seven years ago.
If Victoria was still alive, wouldn't she be inevitably entangled with Douglas?
Seven years ago, when it was confirmed that the plane crash was a terrorist attack, Hank Clegg led his team to eradicate the terrorist organization responsible.
But someone escaped their net.
That was Lucas Douglas…
Lucas Douglas, reportedly a handsome mixed-blooded French man, rose swiftly through the ranks of the terrorist organization due to his fox-like cunning and wolf-like brutality. He quickly became one of the leaders.
The plane incident seven years ago was said to be his personal plan and execution.
Then the plane crashed, leaving no survivors.
But after many years, Douglas resurfaced and continued to sow chaos and bloodshed.
Hank Clegg relentlessly pursued Douglas, trying to catch him alive, but each time Douglas managed to escape.
The reason for pursuing Douglas relentlessly, stated in the report, was for the sake of international security.
But only Hank Clegg knew the truth… it was all because of Victoria Talkington.
In this world, any small piece of information related to Victoria Talkington was something he wouldn't let go.
Even if Douglas, once captured, didn't remember a girl on the plane from those years ago.
As long as there was a one in ten thousand chance of learning information about Victoria, Hank Clegg would not let it go.
"Gather the nearest forces immediately, and I will lead the on-site deployment for the capture!" In no time, Hank Clegg made his command.
Less than an hour later, the alarm in the villa in the suburbs of Paris started ringing.
"What the heck is making all that noise?" Victoria's mom thought the alarm clock was broken and came out of the kitchen.
Her face was covered with a dark facial mask, hiding the shape of her eyebrows and nose.
She was originally going to have a honey sesame paste, but suddenly thought it would be great for a facial, so she improvised.
However, her pitch-black appearance startled both Lucas Douglas and her two kids, who were already on high alert.
Luckily, living with Victoria has conditioned them to be nerve-racked as shocks often outweigh surprises.
Michael was the first to regain composure, and he quickly turned off the alarm.
He showed his mom a brilliant, innocent smile: "Don't worry, Mommy. Our school is rehearsing a play, and we still need a leading lady. The teacher wants our Oxygen Mummy to perform!"
"Oh, my God," Victoria was so frightened that she dropped the sesame paste," Michael, my second dear, are you saying Mommy is going to be the leading lady?"
Michael and Lucas nodded vigorously.
Lucas Douglas frowned, wondering what kind of cunning plan the kids had now.
It should be noted that not long ago, Michael had infiltrated the police system and learned about the Paris police's sudden special operation of surrounding their house.
And the Interpol's Special Action Team was also on the way here.
If their target were not Lucas Douglas, it would be Victoria Talkington and Michael.
All were bad news.
However, as a twin, Lucas grasped Michael's strategy.
He raised his hand: "Mommy, in this scene, a criminal sneaks into a house and kidnaps the lady of the house. The police have already surrounded the house, and the situation is extremely dangerous."
Michael pointed at Lucas Douglas: "The criminal."
Lucas Douglas immediately played along by holding up a knife.
Victoria pointed to herself: "The kidnapped leading lady?"
Both nodded.
Victoria rushed over, grabbed the knife from Lucas Douglas, turned his arm around, and pointed the knife at her own throat: "Who's the policeman?"
Victoria pointed at the door.
"Then what roles are you playing?" Victoria was curious.
"Your darlings, mommy." The two kids blinked their eyes.
"What's the plot?" Victoria asked excitedly.
Oh my God, she's going to be a leading lady, a star. She would definitely be devoted to rehearsing!
Lucas Douglas had begun to drag Victoria upstairs while explaining: "The criminal takes the leading lady upstairs and wants to negotiate terms with the police."
Michael sprinted over the sofa: "I'll go and see what's happening outside."
Lucas picked up the phone: "I'll call the news media."
The siblings high-five each other across the room.
"Good luck, sis!"
"Good luck, Michael!"
The plan was to have Mommy play the role of an innocent civilian being held hostage by Lucas Douglas, while they alert the news media to report and pressure the police.
This would provide them a chance to slip away.
Lucas and Michael felt themselves as ingenious as Oxygen Mummy!
The house was completely surrounded.
Hank Clegg had just dismantled the last invisible alarm transmitter around the house.
He looked at the machine in his hand.
It was very professional and high-end.
When someone enters the alarm range, it would not only notify the homeowner, but also shoot out anesthetic needles, taking down the intruders.
Just now, a policeman accidentally triggered an alarm. The anesthetic needles were immediately launched in a ring, instantly knocking out three policemen.
A typical household could not possibly install such high-end anti-theft equipment.