Chapter 1565: Chapter 1565: A Dilemma
At the same time, along with the sniper, two others died: the observer and the intelligence officer.
In fact, if not on the battlefield, observers aren’t really needed, but someone has to watch the surroundings and wait at the hotel entrance to see when Sofia comes out and give early notice.
However, the deaths of these two were not as gruesome as the sniper’s, just their brains were turned into a mess.
The one who acted was of course Feng Jun, focusing on the sniper because he knows these types have stronger mental strength than ordinary people, having encountered several with strong souls in Mai Nation—the Apostate Keane and Saint Judge David.
Yet he still overestimated the mental strength of ordinary people. With three soul strikes, not only did he kill them all, someone even had their head blown off.
He’s somewhat regretful for hitting too hard, but it is what it is, nothing too grave.
Sofia’s reaction was a bit strange, after shouting “destruction,” her arm held up for ten or so seconds before lowering, came off a bit dramatic, but to those who looked closely, her aura was indeed fully unleashed.
When she dropped her arm, an FBI agent finally dared to speak, “Is this… over now?”
“Of course,” Sofia replied calmly, “You wouldn’t think he didn’t have a second bullet, would you?”
The other agent serving as the driver shook off her aura’s intimidation, “Did he pass out… or escape?”
Sofia answered coolly, “Dead, died from the protective force’s retaliation against me… does that count as killing?”
Two lawyers behind her looked at each other, unsure what to say.
“Well…” The non-driver agent hesitated but answered bravely, “Given the distance, their deaths might not fall upon you, unless you’re planning to tell others how you killed them.”
The driver agent nodded, “As long as we’re willing to cover for you, nobody can trace you.”
He’s responsible for driving, just handling irrelevant transportation, likely of modest rank, but the FBI is just that confident.
Sofia cast a cold glance his way, “If you’re unwilling… what would you do then? I’m quite curious, having just left your side, only to encounter sniper ambushes—you won’t tell me it’s mere coincidence, will you?”
The driver agent dared not reply; he wants to avoid “I declare”—afterwards, several agents faced punishment, albeit minor, but everyone guessed that’s because Miss Jansen was willing to be lenient.
Another agent managed a bitter smile, “You acted a bit too harshly… wasn’t it a coincidence? We could have interrogated.”
Sofia glanced at him, coldly asking, “Only living people can be questioned? Saying this affects my view of the FBI.”
With a helpless smile, he thought, does the FBI have any image in your mind at all?
Nonetheless, he nodded, “That, however, we can check identity… right, he must have helpers, keep an eye out.”
“No need to keep an eye out,” Sofia shook her head and spoke expressionlessly, “All three are dead.”
Three… all dead? The two lawyers listening intently felt the weather growing colder.
The agent was momentarily stunned but quickly regained clarity, “Uh… specific location?”
That guy won’t tell me… Sofia knew Feng Jun absolutely knows the location, but she could only reply, “This is my retaliation, I sensed three people, specific location is uncertain.”
It’s merely using the vague location to strengthen her mysteriousness—it’s a force from the unknown, protective.
She could comprehend Feng Jun’s intent and was confident she could handle it well.
The agent looked a bit distressed, honestly stating, “Then we can’t leave for now, have to first locate the three deceased, without too much of an issue, only then I can continue taking you home.”
The FBI is indeed strong-arm, but not strong-arm to the point of lawlessness. He could say in principle to suppress the case of the three deceased, but still must first understand how they died before letting her leave.
Working at the FBI company, he’s seen many strange deaths; if Sofia made some frightening death scene, it would be quite difficult to suppress—even if it could be suppressed, she’d have to appreciate it, wouldn’t she?
However, Sofia’s response truly shocked him, “I certainly won’t leave, unless I’m sure the FBI has nothing to do with today’s shooting, otherwise I’ll stay indefinitely.”
The agent thought her thinking too far-fetched, “We just finished investigating you, even responsible for taking you home, how could it be us trying to kill you?”
Nonetheless, Sofia naturally replied, “But I’m an uncontrollable factor, maybe killing me fits Mai Nation’s interest better.”
“That’s impossible,” the agent shook his head, confidently answering, he trusts the FBI won’t make such dumb decisions—the secrets on this girl are most wanted, how could they possibly kill her?
However, it’s quite unfortunate that he actually felt that there might be some truth in what the other party said.
Anyway, with such a big incident happening, he definitely needs to report to his superiors first and then search everywhere for the deceased.
As for seeking help from the police… he doesn’t think it’s necessary; the more people know, the harder it will be to suppress this case.
If the deceased were discovered by the police, it wouldn’t matter; in a murder case, the sirens would definitely blare first, and if he could hear the sirens nearby, it wouldn’t be too late for him to rush over and show his credentials—FBI at work, we’re taking over this case.
For the FBI, forcibly taking over a case is routine; it’s only when asking the police for help that it gets imaginative.
But just halfway through his report call, someone not far away started shouting, “Oh, shit, you’re blocking my reversing route… if you don’t get up from the ground, I promise I’ll beat you to the point that even your mom won’t recognize you!”
The guy stepping on the belt was actually less than a hundred meters from their location, and thus… the first dead body was discovered.
The FBI contingent arrived two hours later, and the two dead bodies had still not been found.
The sound of the sniper rifle wasn’t low, but the sniper’s choice of location was clever, with him being able to see others while others couldn’t see him. So even if someone recognized the sound as gunfire, they couldn’t find him upon closer inspection.
This is when the FBI’s efficiency shows; within fifteen minutes, they discovered the other two dead bodies.
Of course, this doesn’t fully represent police incompetence; if it weren’t for Sofia informing them, there were two more dead nearby, no matter how good the FBI was, they couldn’t search the area, right?
The sniper had hidden in a linen room, one of those linen rooms very fashionable twenty years ago, with a linen slide, and had he succeeded, he could instantly slide down to the floor and escape swiftly.
The lookout was on the rooftop, indeed, the rooftop of a high-rise offers the best views, no doubt about it, just a bit cold.
The appearance of the three dead didn’t pose much of a problem; the two died bleeding from their seven orifices, not particularly horrifying, while the sniper’s death was more tragic but showed no trace of hot weapons, which wouldn’t cause too much social unrest.
What could cause unrest? For example, being bitten to death by a Westerner, or an inexplicable infectious disease.
In fact, McWhite, who led the team here, had already thought that wasn’t this exactly how Saint Judge David died?
This indirectly proves that Sofia did it!
But it’s meaningless to say these now; the FBI serves the government, not as a subordinate organization of religion.
The FBI has a detailed genetic comparison database, and McWhite told Sofia, “Stay here for a night, results will come out tomorrow. If there’s not much of a problem, I’m confident we can suppress this matter, and you can go home early.”
“Suppress it… why should I suppress it?” Sofia protested, her face iron-colored, “Patricia hired someone to kill, you should be aware, now you’re pretending to take care of me, do you really think I’m that easy to fool?”
“You shouldn’t make such claims,” McWhite said seriously, “We really didn’t expect it; otherwise, we wouldn’t send employees to deliver you.”
“Are you joking?” Sofia sneered, “I know you’re Carl Black; how could I not know who he is?”
Upon hearing this, McWhite shivered twice, recalling the night someone exposed his roots.
So he dared not gamble on whether she could find out the deceased’s identity and only laughed awkwardly, “The deceased is related to Patricia? I really don’t know… do you have any evidence to provide me?”
Sofia raised her hand and pointed at him, eventually shaking her head in disappointment, “You really have no shame.”
She said this for a reason, because Feng Jun had already figured out the ins and outs of this matter.
Precisely because of this, when Feng Jun killed these three people, he didn’t intend to leave any survivors—although it’s a bit regretful that there’s no witness, but… he really figured out what’s going on.
This matter… the FBI really knew about it; they even knew that the shooter was actually unrelated to Patricia. The party whip’s wife just wanted the FBI to thoroughly investigate the girl’s entire dossier, yet she didn’t want to get involved personally.
None of this is strange; Patricia deeply loathes Sofia but also knows what peculiar abilities the girl possesses. Those in high positions are often cautious with their lives; after the FBI refused her, she hinted that their funding might face some future problems.
As for who hired the shooter, the FBI had some rough idea. That person wanted to curry favor with Patricia and autonomously hired the shooter, intending to kill Sofia and then approach the party whip’s wife for glory.
Why is the FBI so certain? Because this person attempted to covertly access Sofia’s information, and the relevant agents had long set up alarm traps, tracking back to uncover this person.
After another day of surveillance, they determined that person was very likely to make a move against Sofia.
The next question arises: should they warn Sofia?