In the interrogation room of the New York Police Department, a tall black man was sitting on a chair in handcuffs and shackles.
At this moment, in front of him, the sheriff in a suit and tie, George Stacy, was sitting opposite him with a serious expression.
"Who ordered you to do this? Where are your accomplices? You'd better tell the truth, otherwise you will suffer the consequences."
Hearing this, the black man sneered, "Mr. Sheriff, I've already told you, I just wanted to rob them on a whim. They refused to hand over the money, and then my accomplice accidentally shot and killed them. That's what happened. No one ordered us to do that."
"Fuck, do you think we policemen are idiots? Do you think I will believe your nonsense?" George roared angrily.
"Believe it or not, this is all I know!" The black man said, and then he seemed to be giving up and didn't say another word.
Outside the interrogation room, Loren looked at the surveillance screen quietly with a bloodthirsty smile on his face.
He knows how to interrogate prisoners very well.
Of course, his interrogation style is not suitable for outsiders to see, after all, it is too cruel and bloody.
So, he stood up and said to the several high-ranking New York City officials behind him, "Turn off all the surveillance cameras in the interrogation room. I want to interrogate him personally!"
Upon hearing this, several high-ranking New York City officials exchanged glances, then flattered him, "Master Loren, how can you handle such a trivial matter in person? This would be a disgrace to your status. Let us have our people come! We will definitely make him tell the truth."
As one of the top ten financial families in the United States, the Morgan family's power is so great that it is no exaggeration to say that it covers the sky with one hand.
Not to mention that a few high-ranking officials in New York City wanted to curry favor with him, the only heir to the Morgan family.
Even members of Congress and even the person in the White House have to act according to his mood.
Because in a highly capitalized country like the United States, the so-called parliamentarians and senior officials, even the president, are nothing more than puppets of the major chaebol families.
The person who truly controls the lifeline of the entire country has never been the president.
It is an indisputable fact that it is these tycoons hiding behind the scenes.
In this way, we can see how noble his current identity is.
But precisely because of this, he cares more about the truth behind it.
The power behind this is obviously no small player as they dare to take action against the chaebol family that controls the lifeline of the country.
So this matter is definitely not as simple as the black man said. There must be an invisible big hand behind this matter controlling everything.
What he had to do now was to pull out this invisible big hand and then cut it off completely.
Only in this way can he live a peaceful life in the future. Otherwise, he will always feel like there is something stuck in his throat and a sword hanging over his head, which is definitely not what he wants.
"Some things I feel more at ease doing myself."
Faced with the flattery of several senior officials, Loren ignored them and was about to go into the interrogation room.
But at this moment, the entire police station suddenly lost power.
Suddenly, the screen that was displaying the image just now went black.
Seeing this scene, Loren became alert instinctively.
And at this moment, a burst of violent gunfire suddenly rang out.
Before Loren could figure out what was going on, the wall of the room he was in was blown through by a shell.
Suddenly, a terrifying shock wave swept towards everyone in the room like a raging storm.
In just a moment, several people who were close to it were blown away.
However, at this critical moment, 2B took a step ahead and stood in front of Loren.
She used her iron body to withstand the impact of the shells, which saved Loren from the same tragic end as others.
But even so, the fragments of the explosion scratched his face and a trace of blood dripped down.
Touching his injured cheek, rage burst out of Loren's eyes.
"Boss, are you okay?" After blocking the shock wave of the explosion, 2B immediately turned her head to look at Loren behind her and asked with concern.
"It's okay, I won't die for the time being."
"careful!!!"
Just as Loren was speaking, several men in black holding submachine guns suddenly rushed in through the hole in the wall.
Then they opened fire on the survivors in the room without any discrimination, obviously not wanting to leave anyone alive.
Seeing this, Loren rolled on the spot and hid behind the wall, thus luckily avoiding the attacks of the gunmen.
At the same time, he angrily ordered 2B, "Kill all these bastards."
"Yes!" After receiving the order, 2B rushed to one of the gunmen in one step like a cheetah.
Seeing a beautiful woman suddenly appear in front of him, the man in black's eyes clearly flashed with a hint of surprise.
But in an instant, he pointed the gun at 2B, but before he could shoot, his neck was grabbed by 2B.
Then she twisted it suddenly, and with a click, his eyes were plunged into darkness.
Seeing a woman suddenly rushing out, the other men in black all pointed their guns at 2B, trying to beat her into a sieve.
But the 2B girl who killed the man in black had already grabbed a pistol, and her reaction speed was obviously not comparable to that of humans.
Therefore, before they could fire, 2B had already fired.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
After a few gunshots, the bodies of several men in black appeared on the ground.
There was a bullet hole in each of their heads; they were all killed with one shot.
This shows how accurate 2B's shooting skills are.
In just a moment, all the men in black who broke into the room were sent to hell by 2B.
"Boss, the mission has been completed and the enemies have been cleared."
2B carefully checked the surroundings and made sure it was safe before coming to Loren to report.
"Very good!" Loren nodded, straightened his suit, and walked out with a calm expression.
The room was in a mess, with more than ten bodies lying on the ground.
In addition to the men in black, several high-ranking officials who had just been flattering him also unfortunately died.
But he didn't care about it. What he cared more about at the moment was what happened to the black man in the interrogation room.
At this moment, Sheriff George Stacy, with a trace of blood on his face, walked towards the interrogation room with a gloomy expression.
"Mr. Loren, the suspect is dead!"