Hearing Professor Connors' question, Peter Parker and the other two nodded.
"I am Curtis Kurt Connors, it's a pleasure to meet you all."
"You are Professor Connors?"
Hearing Connors' self-introduction, Harry's eyes lit up: "Hello, Professor Connors, I am Harry Osborn.
I've heard my father mention you; he highly praises your research in cross-species genetics for human limb regeneration."
"Oh?"
Hearing Harry say that, Professor Connors smiled: "Your father, Osborn, should be Norman Osborn, right? I've heard of him too."
"By the way, what are your names?"
"My name is Peter Parker, and she is Mary Jane.
We are both students at this high school."
"Peter.
Mary Jane, Harry."
Smiling and nodding at the three, Professor Connors chuckled: "I won't delay your dismissal.
I came to this school to find an old friend."
"Goodbye, Professor Connors."
Politely bidding Professor Connors farewell, the three then left the school gate.
After the three left, Connors, who had been walking towards the school, stopped.
His gaze towards Peter Parker's retreating figure held a hint of a smile.
In fact, everything that had just happened was intentional on his part.
The purpose was to let Peter Parker know who he was, and then to pave the way for their upcoming "chance encounter."
Currently, his research had reached a stalemate.
So he thought back to the research he and Richard Parker had done in the lab when he was a Military Doctor in the Military.
Perhaps Richard's notebook could provide him with new ideas and help!
Feeling someone watching him from behind, Peter Parker subconsciously turned around.
But he saw nothing unusual except for the continuous stream of students leaving.
Peter Parker shrugged, then began chatting with Mary Jane about where they would go on a date this weekend.
New York Federal Bureau of Investigation.
"Whew."
Jessica let out a long breath, wiped away some sweat, and then got up from the table.
Looking at Lynn, who was tidying his clothes, Jessica said lazily: "A large number of Mexicans have entered the United States from the border and have already arrived in New York."
"I've already made arrangements.
It won't be long before Hell's Kitchen becomes chaotic."
"Alan Maxi has always wanted fame and credit; this time, we can let him do it."
Listening to Jessica, Lynn pulled out a few tissues and handed them to her: "Wipe yourself.
Aren't you afraid it will leak out?"
"It's not the first time it's run down my leg.
Last time at my engagement party, my evening gown was ruined.
Luckily, my fiancé didn't see it, otherwise... *giggles*"
Perhaps thinking of something amusing, Jessica suddenly giggled.
After laughing for a while, Jessica finally said: "By the way, my birth control injection is about to expire, and I'm not planning to get another one."
"Farewell!"
Lynn cupped his hands to his senior and prepared to leave.
"Bastard!"
Grabbing Lynn's arm, Jessica rolled her eyes at him and said: "I didn't say I wanted to have your child.
Let's talk about serious matters first.
Your side is ready, right?"
"Don't wait until Alan Maxi really solves this matter and truly gains the Director's favor."
"At that time..."
"He won't live that long."
Before Jessica could finish, Lynn chuckled: "Although I like to be kind to people, I won't easily let go of those who betray me!"
Mid-March, Lynn's office.
Standing by the window, feeling the cool breeze outside, Lynn felt incredibly comfortable.
He had barely rested last night because Gwen hadn't gone home after school but had come directly to his large apartment.
New York had been anything but peaceful recently; the Mexicans who had come to New York were constantly causing chaos.
Many local gangs hadn't expected these Mexicans to be so strong, even losing a significant amount of territory to them.
Not only that, after these Mexicans seized the local gangs' territory, they also began to develop the 'flour' business.
This immediately aroused the anger of all gangs in New York.
However, those Mexicans didn't care about this; they even had the audacity to set their sights on Hell's Kitchen.
It could be said that for nearly a month, battles between local gangs and Mexicans occurred daily.
These guys had severely disrupted the normal order of New York; now, even the number of NYPD patrol cars on the streets had significantly increased.
But even so, dozens of people still died in gunfights every day in New York, and many innocent passersby were even killed by "stray bullets."
Therefore, under these circumstances, Spider-Woman and Spider-Man appeared more and more frequently at night.
To avoid being discovered by her parents, Gwen had been staying at Lynn's place for a few days each week for the past two weeks.
This also made it easier for her to appear in New York as Spider-Woman.
As for Peter Parker, he could only pray that Aunt May and Uncle Ben wouldn't discover him when he snuck out in the middle of the night.
Stretching his limbs, Lynn opened the system.
The experience gained from his main helper, Gwen, was enough for an upgrade.
Lynn directly upgraded the Teleportation skill to Level 2.
Now, Super Strength, Teleportation, and Spider-Sense were all upgraded to LV2.
After upgrading the skills, Lynn closed the system and looked at Polaris.
At this time, Polaris and Laura's favorability had both reached 6, just a little shy of 7 points.
However, Barbara's favorability remained at 7 points; no matter how he cultivated, the favorability did not increase.
Tsk, does he have to give her a child?
"Boss, what's wrong?"
Seeing Lynn's gaze on her, Barbara walked forward and closed the window: "Boss, why didn't you choose the Miami Federal Bureau of Investigation back then?"
"It's still a bit cool in New York in March, but people can wear bikinis on Miami Beach!"
Hearing Barbara say that, Lynn chuckled: "You want to wear a bikini too?"
"Hehe..."
Grinning at Lynn, Barbara leaned against him and whined: "I've never worn one.
Before I was with you, to avoid others discovering I was a Mutant, I had to be careful every day."
"It was only after I was with you that I dared to walk openly on the street."
"Then I'll give you a month's vacation?"
"No, I still like to be by your side."
Hearing Barbara say that, Lynn chuckled: "Sometime later.
New York isn't peaceful right now, and the things we've arranged are about to be wrapped up."
"Mmm-hmm..."
Watching Barbara whine to Lynn, Polaris, who was watching a TV show on her tablet, had a hint of envy in her eyes.
She also really wanted to hug Lynn's arm and whine.
Just as Barbara was whining while hugging Lynn's arm, there was a sudden knock on the door.
Returning to his seat, Lynn told the person to come in.
"Good morning, Supervisor Lynn, I hope I'm not disturbing you."
Entering the office, Alan Maxi glanced at Barbara and Polaris, then smiled and asked Lynn.
"Good morning, Alan, is there something?"
"It's like this, Supervisor.
As you know, New York is becoming more and more chaotic.
The Mexican drug dealers and local New York gangs are having gunfights every day, which has severely affected the normal order of New York."
"Supervisor Lynn, our FBI's duty is to protect the safety of the country.
I believe we can no longer allow the chaos to continue, so I request to be in charge of handling this matter!"
Facing Alan Maxi's righteous application, Lynn nodded: "You and I are on the same page regarding this matter."
"Originally, I planned to have Sean lead the team to handle this, but since you've volunteered, then this matter is yours!"
Hearing that Lynn actually agreed to his request so readily, Alan Maxi breathed a sigh of relief, then chuckled: "Don't worry, Supervisor Lynn, I guarantee to handle this matter as quickly as possible!"
"Of course, I trust your abilities."
Tossing Alan Maxi a cigarette, Lynn said: "It's just, Alan, these Mexican drug dealers are flamboyant and ruthless in their actions, so you need to be careful."
"Also, I will hold a press conference in the name of the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"Alan, make a good impression in front of the media."
Taking the cigarette Lynn threw him, Alan Maxi stood up upon hearing Lynn's words and said: "Thank you, Supervisor!"
He had originally thought of using his family's influence to gain exposure in front of the media while handling this matter.
To let the public and headquarters know that Lynn Hall isn't the only capable person at the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation.
But he hadn't expected Lynn to actually help him proactively.
Tsk... what a foolish guy.
This is the disadvantage of not having a family background.
Lynn Hall probably still doesn't know the real reason why those Mexicans were able to enter New York and fight so fiercely with the local gangs.
Watching Alan Maxi leave, Barbara took out a list of S12-S15 and handed it to Lynn: "Boss, these are the trusted people you asked me to select from the action group level who meet the promotion criteria."
Taking the list and glancing at it, Lynn began to ponder who would replace Alan Maxi.
Of the four Assistant Supervisor positions, only Sean and Alice were his own people now.
Lynn planned to have Joey take over network information security and intelligence, so the Law Enforcement Services Department also needed to have his own people.
Slowly infiltrating, the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation would eventually become his!
At the same time, Queens.
"Peter, even if you've taken leave from school, come home early when you go out.
Queens is becoming more and more unsafe recently; I even heard gunshots last night."
Seeing Peter Parker preparing to go out, Aunt May immediately stepped forward to admonish him.
"Don't worry, Aunt May, I'm not a child anymore.
If I encounter danger, I'll definitely run very fast."
Listening to Peter, Aunt May smiled and helped him straighten his clothes: "Yes, my little Peter has grown up, and in the blink of an eye, he's almost going to university."
"Time really flies!"
Looking at Aunt May's emotional expression, Peter Parker put on his shoes and said: "I'm leaving, Aunt May.
Oh, and you don't need to save lunch for me; I've already made plans with Professor Connors."
With that, Peter Parker immediately ran out.
New York, inside a laboratory.
"Cool!"
Looking at the various precise experimental instruments in the laboratory, Peter Parker exclaimed, then asked Connors: "Professor Connors, is this the laboratory you built in New York?"
"Yes, Peter."
Facing the constantly exclaiming Peter, Kurt Connors smiled and led him to another room.
This room contained various reptiles, white mice, and other test subjects, among which a batch of lizards was most eye-catching.
"I have been studying the genes of these reptiles, trying to transfer their regenerative system to the human body, so that those who lost limbs due to disasters and accidents can regain complete limbs."
Speaking of this, Kurt Connors smiled at Peter Parker: "Of course, there is also some selfishness in this."
Raising his severed arm, Kurt Connors smiled: "Only when you lose the most important thing do you understand how precious it is to you."
Hearing Dr. Connors say that, Peter Parker praised, “Professor Connors, your research concept is truly great. Once you succeed, disabled people all over the World will become whole because of your research.”
“Haha, Peter, that’s why I moved my laboratory from my hometown, Florida, to New York.”
Handing his research notes to Peter Parker, Kurt Connors said, “I can’t do it alone. Just like now, I’ve hit a bottleneck.”
“So I accepted Columbia University’s invitation to become a Professor at Columbia University, hoping to conduct research with the top scientific talents within the university.”
At this point, Kurt Connors looked at Peter and said, “By the way, Peter, you’re about to go to college too. Have you decided which university you want to attend?”
“New York University, Professor Connors.”
Facing Connors’s question, Peter Parker smiled, “Harry, Mary Jane, Gwen, and I have agreed to go to New York University together.”
“New York University, that’s also very good.”
Taking Peter out of the laboratory, Kurt Connors invited Peter to lunch: “Peter, although we haven’t known each other for long, I’ve found you to be very intelligent.”
“If you ever need help in the future, you can always contact me.”
“Thank you, Professor Connors.”
In response to Peter Parker’s thanks, Professor Connors smiled, “You’re welcome, Peter, you are very much like your father.”
Peter Parker, who was eating lunch, was momentarily stunned when Professor Connors suddenly mentioned his father.
Looking up at Connors, Peter Parker excitedly said, “Professor Connors, you know my father?”
“Of course.”
Facing the excited Peter, Connors’s face showed a trace of recollection: “When I first met your father, I was still a Military Doctor.”
“At that time, we were together in the Military’s laboratory researching the secrets of the human body’s potential limits, but unfortunately, for some reason, I lost an arm.”
“Since then, I haven’t seen your father again.”
At this point, Connors said to Peter, “Peter, your father was a true genius. If he were still alive, then perhaps my research would have already been realized!”
As the two were talking, gunshots suddenly rang out from outside.
Hearing the gunshots, both of them looked outside simultaneously, only to see several black men and a group of Mexicans shooting at each other.
“Oh my goodness, I didn’t expect New York to be so chaotic.”
“Uh, Professor Connors, I’m sorry, I need to go to the restroom.”
Seeing innocent pedestrians shot and falling to the ground, Peter Parker really wanted to hear Professor Connors continue talking about his father.
However, at this moment, the citizens of New York needed Spider-Man more!
Seeing Peter’s hurried departure, the reminiscent expression on Connors’s face gradually disappeared.
He lowered his head and continued eating his pasta, seemingly unconcerned about everything outside.
“FUXX, those damn Mexicans must have some kind of power behind them, Boss. Now they even dare to extend their hands into our Hell’s Kitchen.”
Looking at Kingpin sitting in the chair, Bullseye frowned, “If we don’t fight back, Hell’s Kitchen will sooner or later be swallowed up by those Mexicans!”
Looking at the agitated Bullseye, Kingpin, dressed in a white suit, didn’t seem to care: “How is Maya doing at school?”
Seeing that the Boss wasn’t concerned about territory and business, but rather worried about his adopted daughter.
Bullseye sat back in his chair and said, “The teachers and principal at the school have all taken our money, so no one dares to bully Maya.”
“But Boss, those Mexicans—”
Mid-sentence, Bullseye saw Kingpin’s gaze and immediately closed his mouth.
Picking up the remote control on the table and turning on the TV, Kingpin watched Alan Maxi standing in front of the media, being interviewed.
Then he said to Bullseye, “When New York becomes chaotic, it shouldn’t be us who have a headache, but those official organizations.”
“They won’t allow New York to be chaotic. Once the official organizations intervene and start cleaning up these guys, then whoever makes a move at that time will be the primary target of the official crackdown.”
He turned up the volume with the remote control and heard Alan Maxi’s solemn assurance that New York would return to peace within a month at most.
“Now you know why I’m not in a hurry, right? Even the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation has personally stepped in, so the chaos will end very soon.”
At this point, Kingpin thought for a few seconds, then stood up and said, “Help me arrange a meeting with Lynn Hall, the new head of the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation.”
“Also, Maya has always wanted the latest Princess Elsa doll, so contact the manufacturer. I want to get the latest Princess Elsa doll before Maya finishes school tonight.”
Hearing Kingpin say that, Bullseye scratched his head.
Bullseye knew how much the Boss doted on his adopted daughter.
But why arrange to meet Lynn Hall at this time?
Is he trying to discuss with Lynn Hall how to eliminate those Mexicans and divide up the territory?
Forget it, I’m risking my life for money anyway, so who cares!
Five PM, inside the Federal Express company.
“Work’s over, Draco, want to go for a drink tonight?”
Hearing his colleague’s invitation, Draco Mohammed smiled and refused, “I won’t go. I’m a bit too tired today, so I want to go home and rest early.”
His colleague didn’t mind Draco’s refusal.
They had a very good impression of Draco Mohammed; he was honest and hardworking.
Although he was relatively quiet, he rarely refused a colleague’s request.
After work, Lynn drove Laura and Polaris back to his large apartment.
“Lorna, have you not passed your driving test yet?”
Looking through the rearview mirror at Polaris, who was sitting in the back and quietly talking to Laura.
Lynn asked with a smile.
“It feels so troublesome.”
Facing Lynn’s question, Lorna looked up and said, “I can clearly use my powers to easily control a car, or even crush a car.”
“But for some reason, the steering wheel feels like it’s out of control!”
“Several times I wanted to use my powers to throw those roadblocks and obstructive cars aside.”
After complaining, Lorna leaned forward and poked her head over: “Lynn, can’t you just use your authority to get me a driver’s license directly?”
“Don’t worry, even if I drive alone, if I encounter danger on the road, I can use my powers to control the car to avoid it, really, I swear!”
Hearing Polaris’s plea, Lynn smiled and refused, “Don’t even think about it. Although it’s easy for me, Lorna, driving a car and controlling a car with your powers are not the same.”
“I don’t want to see you encounter danger while driving!”
“Hmph!”
Pouting, she sat back down next to Laura, and Polaris looked up at the car roof, saying, “Getting a driver’s license is really so hard…”
Facing her best friend’s “life-is-meaningless” expression, Laura looked at Polaris, then at Lynn driving, her eyes filled with disbelief!
Although this wasn’t like a typical girl’s pouting, Laura was very sure that her best friend was learning to act spoiled with Lynn!
Oh my goodness, just thinking about the future image of Polaris clinging to Lynn’s arm and whining softly, Laura involuntarily shivered.
I can’t imagine, I simply can’t imagine how stimulating that scene would be…
However, seeing Lorna’s gloomy expression decreasing and her whole person becoming more cheerful, even Laura had to admit that Lynn indeed possessed a charismatic charm that made people unconsciously feel relaxed.
Halfway through the drive, a bald man by the roadside blocked the car’s path, continuously waving at it.
Seeing this guy with circles resembling a target drawn on his forehead blocking the road, Polaris, who had just been looking “life-is-meaningless,” immediately sat up straight.
Green energy also emanated between her hands.
As the car window opened, Bullseye quickly came to the window, trying his best to act like a gentleman: “I apologize for finding you this way, Mr. Lynn Hall.”
“Our Boss would like to invite you to dinner. I wonder if you have time?”
After speaking, he even remembered to place his right hand on his shoulder, performing an awkward bow to Lynn.
Facing Bullseye, who was clearly a vicious criminal but was trying hard to appear refined.
Even Lynn found the guy’s actions simply too comical.
It was like a black bear at the zoo riding a unicycle and bowing to beg for apples.
Lynn, who was about to tell him to scram, had a change of heart, then said to Bullseye, “Didn’t Kingpin state his purpose?”
“He didn’t say, Mr. Hall. Our Boss is really sincerely inviting you, although this is a bit like black-and-white collusion—no, I mean private interaction.”
Looking at Bullseye, who seemed to have rehearsed his speech in his mind but couldn’t utter a single word at the crucial moment.
Lynn said, “Go back and tell Kingpin that this timing isn’t suitable. Just tell him to wait for notification!”
After speaking, Lynn drove away.
Watching the Chevrolet leave, Bullseye raised his hand and slapped himself on the face.
“FUXX, what black-and-white collusion? At the critical moment, I forgot the words the Boss’s secretary wrote! But I can’t be blamed, after all, killing is my job!”
Muttering to himself, Bullseye took out his phone and called Kingpin.
The call connected, and Kingpin heard Bullseye relay Lynn Hall’s answer.
Kingpin showed no dissatisfaction; instead, he chuckled and said “not bad” before hanging up the phone.
Watching the Boss hang up, Bullseye frowned.
He was rejected but still so happy. Sure enough, these big shots’ thoughts are really hard to guess.
Ever since Alan Maxi solemnly declared in front of the media that New York would return to stability within a month.
He immediately led his subordinates to raid the gathering places of those Mexicans.
In just three days, Alan Maxi arrested nearly a hundred Mexicans and seized a large number of firearms and ammunition.
Not only that, Alan Maxi didn’t let go of some local New York gangs either.
This time, he was pulling out all the stops, ready to make a name for himself in front of the public and headquarters!
Early morning.
Listening to Alice report Alan Maxi’s progress over the past three days on the phone.
Lynn said while eating breakfast, “Start!”
“Yes!”
After hanging up the phone, Lynn placed the peeled boiled egg onto Gwen’s plate: “Aunt Helen has been complaining a bit about you not coming home this week.”
“There’s nothing I can do. During the day, I have to attend classes, and only at night can I go out to protect the citizens.”
“You don’t even know, Lynn, even though your Federal Bureau of Investigation has already arrested those gang members, at night, those guys are like crazy, fighting over territory.”
Lynn smiled at Gwen’s complaint.
It was just as expected.
At the same time, outside Alan Maxi’s apartment.
Draco Mohammed put on his FedEx uniform cap, then picked up the pre-prepared package and got out of the car.
Inside the room.
After finishing breakfast, Alan Maxi prepared to put on his suit and head to the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
The cleanup work of the past three days had been effective; at least the frequency of daytime gunfights had significantly decreased.
The so-called “one month” was just a psychological expectation he set for the public.
When the public all believed it would take a month for New York to become safe again, he made New York stable again in just one week.
This way, the public would definitely think he was very capable, even stronger than Lynn Hall.
A small trick, but very useful!
Just as he put on his suit, Alan Maxi heard the doorbell ring.
"Hello, FedEx, you have a package."
Hearing the voice from outside, Alan Maxi got up and went to the door.
Through the peephole, he confirmed it was indeed a FedEx employee, and only then did Alan open the door.
He carefully looked at the delivery man, seeing that the address on the package was his hometown.
Alan curiously carried the package back to the living room.
A package sent from home, could it be from Uncle George?
He had just cut open the seal of the package with a knife, and before he could even remove the foam board covering the contents, he heard a ticking sound coming from beneath the foam board.
Hearing this sound, Alan Maxi's pupils constricted.
The next second, a violent explosion instantly erupted within the apartment.
"Boom!"
Hearing the explosion, Draco Mohammed, who had returned to his car, curled the corner of his mouth, then feigned terror and fell to the ground.
Then he picked up his phone and pretended to call the police with a trembling voice.
After doing all this, he remained on the spot, waiting for the police to arrive!
Half an hour later, inside the Manhattan Police Department.
"What exactly is going on?"
Lynn Hall frowned and asked, looking at the Deputy Director of the Manhattan Police Department in front of him.
"Half an hour ago, we received a call reporting an apartment had been hit by an explosion, and by the time we got there, Alan Maxi's detached apartment had already been reduced to ruins."
Facing Lynn's inquiry, the Deputy Director described the scene in detail.
"F*ck!"
After hearing the Deputy Director's description, Lynn Hall cursed and immediately said angrily to Alice: "This was a premeditated bomb attack, a deliberate retaliation against Alan!"
"Alice, go immediately and interrogate that FedEx delivery man, and at the same time, check the address from which the bomb package was sent!"
"Yes!"
Hearing Lynn's order, Alice immediately walked towards the police department's interrogation room.
"My condolences."
Looking at Lynn, who was "furious" at the moment, the Deputy Director took out a cigarette and handed it to Lynn, saying: "Lynn, I also believe this is retaliation against Detective Alan, after all, Detective Alan has arrested nearly a hundred Mexicans during this period."
"You should know that they are a group of deranged drug dealers; they dare to openly carry guns and snatch territory from local gangs, so even if they do something even more outrageous, I would consider it normal!"
Taking the cigarette offered by the Deputy Director, Lynn said: "I know those idiots have sh*t in their heads, but I didn't expect them to be so bold!"
"F*ck, don't they know what it means to kill a Federal Bureau of Investigation Agent?"
"Heh, Mexican drug dealers are like the thugs in gangs, their brains have long been ruined by drugs."
"Their only concerns are money, drugs, and sex; once they're high, they don't even care about the White House!"
Hearing Deputy Director Blake say this, Lynn took a deep breath: "It's a pity about Alan; he is now our New York Federal Bureau of Investigation's Assistant Supervisor."
"I even planned to discuss with the Director about recommending him to be Deputy Supervisor after he resolved the chaos in New York."
"But I didn't expect... Damn it, I won't let those sons of b*tches get away with this!"
Taking out a lighter and lighting Lynn's cigarette, Deputy Director Blake glanced at the busy police officers outside.
Then he softly said to Lynn: "What I'm most grateful for right now is that you're okay."
"Lynn, after the incident happened, I immediately called George."
"When he learned that it was your New York Federal Bureau of Investigation's Assistant Supervisor who died, he was most worried about you."
Saying that, Deputy Director Blake took out a report and handed it to Lynn: "Take a look; the other party used a specially made bomb, my God, a three-story detached apartment was blown into a pile of ruins."
"The forensic team entered the scene for investigation, but Alan Maxi couldn't even be found as a complete body part."
"I can't even imagine if you were the one who received this bomb, then..."
Slowly exhaling a puff of smoke, Lynn's "angry" emotions gradually returned to normal: "No matter what, I won't let these bastards off the hook!"
As the two were talking, Alice walked out of the interrogation room: "Boss, according to FedEx's package records, the bomb package was sent from Alan's hometown."
"I've already contacted the Federal Bureau of Investigation in Alan's hometown, and they will investigate Alan's old house."
"As for this FedEx employee, after investigation, I believe he has no motive for the crime; he has no connection with Alan, and his communication records and accounts are all normal."
"Even the people at FedEx say he's very honest and dutiful!"
After Alice finished speaking, Deputy Director Blake also nodded and said: "I've also investigated this employee, Lynn; he's just an ordinary delivery man, and he was also the first to report it."
Listening to their conversation, Lynn pressed his cigarette into the ashtray: "Alice, send out the action team; within three days, I want to see all gang leaders in the Federal Bureau of Investigation's interrogation room."
"Also, bring back all those damn Mexicans for interrogation!"
"Yes!"
Hearing Lynn's words, Alice immediately replied.
"I won't bother you anymore, Uncle Blake."
Extending his hand to shake Blake's hand, Lynn prepared to leave.
"If there's anything you need, the Manhattan Police Department will fully cooperate with you."
Deputy Director Blake said, smiling and patting Lynn's arm.
He, like Director Vandall, who was in charge when Lynn investigated the Felton Family cannibalism case, was also one of Uncle George's men.
Therefore, he would naturally fully support Lynn.
As they just arrived outside the police station with their people, they saw a large group of reporters swarming towards Lynn.
"Lynn, we heard that the victim of this morning's bombing was your New York Federal Bureau of Investigation's Assistant Supervisor, Alan Maxi; is this true?"
"Mr. Hall, Alan Maxi was attacked by a bomb; is this related to his announcement to clear out New York gangs?"
"Lynn, what actions will your Federal Bureau of Investigation take next? Will you crack down on New York gangs?"
"Supervisor Lynn..."
Looking at the reporters in front of him, holding microphones and asking questions excitedly, Lynn looked at the camera with a solemn expression and said: "Yes, our New York Federal Bureau of Investigation's Assistant Supervisor, Mr. Alan Maxi, was attacked by a package bomb this morning."
"This is absolutely a premeditated retaliation, a provocation against our New York Federal Bureau of Investigation!"
"No matter who planned this bombing, we will investigate to the end and absolutely will not let the real culprits behind it go!"
Inside Tony Stark's Villa.
Watching Lynn on TV, righteously denouncing the perpetrators of the bombing.
Tony Stark clicked his tongue, then looked at Coulson beside him and said: "Originally, I was thinking of calling Lynn to save me, after all, even if your S.H.I.E.L.D. is powerful, this is the United States."
"But now it seems Lynn probably won't have time to save me again!"
Hearing Tony say that, Coulson shrugged and said: "In fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. is also saving you, Mr. Stark; that injection in the restaurant can only temporarily relieve the palladium poisoning in your body."
"To completely solve..."
"Speaking of which, you actually sent Agents to infiltrate my side?"
Rolling his eyes at Coulson, Tony Stark said: "Although you've imprisoned me here, don't forget to tell Natasha for me that I won't forgive her."
"Unless you're willing to return all the alcohol you confiscated from my wine cabinet."
First, Coulson made a demand to Tony, then shrugged: "I'll have someone send you a batch of non-alcoholic beverages."
"F*CK!"
Facing Coulson's smile, Tony Stark cursed.
Queens, inside the Bloods gang leader's apartment.
"Federal Bureau of Investigation, F*CK, don't f*cking move!"
With a gun pointed at the Bloods gang leader's head, Alice heavily kicked him in the knee.
Looking at the Bloods gang members squatting on the ground with their hands over their heads, Alice waved her hand, and the action team members immediately took all of them away.
Brooklyn, New Digital Gang headquarters.
"Da da da"
A burst of submachine gun fire rang out, and Dennis, hiding behind cover, pulled the pin of a grenade and threw it out.
"Boom!"
An explosion rang out, and the next second, a chorus of wails came from the front.
After confirming there was no danger, Dennis, holding his submachine gun, charged out first.
Watching the Digital Gang members wailing on the ground, he then fired supplementary shots until all the resisting gang members had lost signs of life, only then did Dennis let out a long sigh of relief.
Watching Dennis complete all this, the leader of the action team patted Dennis's shoulder and smiled: "Well done, it seems what Sean taught was pretty good."
After speaking, the leader motioned for the other members to drag out the New Digital Gang leader who was hiding inside the house.
Facing the leader's praise, Dennis, whose face was a little pale, gradually lowered the submachine gun in his hand.
He walked to the side, rubbed off the bloodstains clinging to the bottom of his boots, then asked the leader for a cigarette.
"This is my first time officially killing someone. When I first joined the New York Federal Bureau of Investigation, the boss and Sean took me to Europe. Although there was a gunfight that time, I... cough, cough."
Looking at Dennis, whose lips were trembling slightly and who was choking on the cigarette.
The leader laughed heartily: "Everyone's like this the first time they kill. When you get back, let your mother help you with some psychological counseling."
"She's the best Doctor in our New York Federal Bureau of Investigation. Many brothers had their first 'meal' and received psychological counseling from your mother."
Saying that, the leader spat at the dead gang members, speaking with contempt: "Don't treat them as humans. The boss said that anyone who has touched drugs, become addicted, and done conscienceless things for a hit of drugs, are not f*cking human anymore!"
"Hoo..."
Slowly exhaling the smoke, Dennis looked at the team members escorting the gang leader out, and suddenly asked with a smile: "I didn't disgrace the boss this time, did I?"
"Haha."
Patting Dennis's shoulder, the leader clenched his fist and punched him in the chest: "That's my boy!"