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Sirens could be heard outside the large hotel. The cops and the firefighters have around surrounded the area, and everyone was busy doing what they were each a sign to. Some people were being interrogated about what happened, but none had any useful information, leaving the cops in a puzzle. They're still searching for a clue or something to hold onto, but they find nothing. All they could do was identify the dead bodies, which were Paul Diesel's men. They were still on it when the FBI special force joined them.

Sir, we got company. The FBI agency is here; they want to see you.

Now they think I am not good enough, so they are sending their stupid specialist. Oh, fuck them. That was the DPO, the policemen chairman, an arrogant fat old man.

Were you saying something, sir? Agency leader Robbinson Michael approaches him from behind. A vibrant young builder in his late 40's. Full of energy and muscle. One of the best FBI agents, if anything, was good at his job. When the FBI never finds so