( ) The sheriff of the small town is very depressed now. He is squatting under the big tree outside the cordon, smoking a cigarette.

But he can swear to God, he's definitely not being lazy!

The face under the police officer's cap is slightly fatter, perhaps because the oil and water here are not bad. Two dilapidated police cars were parked around, and there were young policemen chatting with each other.

The town belongs to the border area of ​​the United States, the sky is high and the emperor is far away, not to mention the world where dangerous elements like Marvel are flying all over the sky.

Although order is not chaotic, they have their own set of rules.

The sheriff unscrewed the bottle cap, took a sip of mineral water, and his face was gloomy, just like he caught his wife and stole a man last night!

The sun was shining brightly, and his physique was really not suitable for working in this temperature, so he didn't dare to squat down anymore, for fear that his fat butt would sew out his uniform pants.

Sighing, there was a hint of leadership behind his hands. Walking back and forth, he seemed to be thinking about some complicated issues, but the sheriff never left the shade.

The scene of the crime was not far in front of the sheriff, but he was refused entry. Because... there are people from the fbi.

Thinking of this, the color on Fatty's face changed again. As the sheriff of a small town, dealing with those gang members is naturally indispensable.

Moreover, those people made a lot of "political donations" to him. He thought it would be an easy matter to solve, but he didn't expect to alarm the FBI.

This is terrible, the sheriff licked his dry lips, he couldn't help but panic in his heart. You must know that he and those gang members are inextricably linked.

Regardless of whether it is according to the federal law or the state law, as long as someone sues...he will definitely end the game!

Although he will not be executed, he will live in prison for the rest of his life... This makes his life "sexy", he can't accept it at all.

And as the sheriff, he knew exactly what it was like to be in prison. As long as he is white and tender, he might be forced to sacrifice chrysanthemums on the first night.

He was obviously sweating profusely, but the sheriff shuddered.

Looking inside the cordon again, the sheriff couldn't understand why the group of FBI personnel wore chemical protective suits.

sighed again,

He didn't think about running away, so he found a shady place again and lit a cigarette again.

"Sheriff!"

The fat man raised his head slightly and found that it was his own, so he didn't stand up, "What's the matter?"

The young man looked full of vigor, but there was a sly gleam in his eyes.

"They said they wanted surveillance video nearby."

The sheriff took another puff of cigarette, and the mist came out of his thick nostrils, and said casually: "Really? Just give them."

The young man became anxious, squatted down, and whispered in the sheriff's ear, "All the videos from yesterday have been destroyed, and there is no trace at all."

The fat man was startled, and then he remembered that this was the gang's delivery location. But if he did too many things, there would always be some omissions. Instead of cutting off the line like before, he directly deleted the video.

In his eyes, the light flickered back and forth, and he was considering the pros and cons of the matter.

Suddenly, several black commercial vehicles galloped quickly outside the cordon. Just as the police wanted to go up, they found that people from the FBI had already stepped forward.

Wearing a black suit and wearing sunglasses, the sheriff groaned in his heart. He looked like a mafia. Appearing in front of the fbi, the impact of the picture was incredible!

"Shit! It's up to us!"

A bang came to the sheriff's ears, and the half cigarette left in his hand fell to the ground in fright.

Looking at the voice, it turned out that it was the person in charge of the FBI arguing with the man in the black suit.

But... no matter how you look at this picture... people will feel that the fbi is the weak side.

The man in black smiled and seemed to be saying something, but unfortunately he was too far away to hear clearly.

A document was handed over to the person in charge of the fbi, and his face turned blue and white for a while, and finally turned red, as if he was forced to eat a mouthful of Rexiang!

Although he didn't know the identity of the man in black, this alone was enough to make the sheriff feel good about him.

The man made a few more phone calls, and then his face became gloomy, and he directed the staff to get in the car and leave without even saying hello to him.

Instead, the group of people in black suits carried off some equipment from the car in an orderly manner that he couldn't understand at all.

The man who looked like the "boss" came towards him, still wearing sunglasses, not tall, but always smiling, making people feel good about him!

"He is a master at handling things." The sheriff thought to himself.

The man reached out his hand first, and the sheriff hurriedly shook it.

"We are the Homeland Strategic Defense Offensive and Logistics Support Agency."

"Huh?" The sheriff was a little confused, the name sounded very dick. In addition to the fact that the other party can easily deflate the FBI, he thinks... this is another "uncle."

The man didn't seem to care, "Although our name is a little longer, I also suggested that the director change the name, but I never thought of a good name, so." The man shrugged, "That's it."

"Also." Before the sheriff could speak, the man said again: "We will temporarily expropriate this land. It would be great if we could have cameras. What do you think, sheriff?"

The fat face, the corners of the eyes, twitched slightly, "Unfortunately, the power in this area was cut off last night, and it was not repaired until early in the morning."

"That's enough."

Before the sheriff could say anything, he was preempted by the man.

 …

The development of the matter was beyond the sheriff's expectation, and the files formatted by him were completely restored by the other party. Just when he was ready to go to prison to spend the rest of his life... The man just patted him on the shoulder, "This place is not under our control."

It wasn't until the afternoon that the sun only left a ray of light, and the sheriff finally came back to his senses.

Leaning on the chair in the police office, he felt that his obese body was a sign of dehydration.

"Dinglingling~" The phone rang, and the sheriff picked it up slowly, "Hello."

 …

"Dengdengdeng~"

"Please come in."

Wearing a black suit, a short man walked into the room, holding a file bag in his hand, which was sealed quite tightly.

Sitting behind the desk, a dark-skinned, one-eyed man wearing a blindfold sat there.

He stopped his work, "Colson, is there anything important?"

The man had a serious face, without the smile of seeing the sheriff in the afternoon.

"Director, I have a matter for you to decide."

"Oh? Could it be that the event level exceeds your authority?"

"It's a bit complicated inside."

Seeing the man's serious expression, the black director said, "Okay, show it to me."

"Stabbed."

The file bag was opened, and besides the necessary documents, there were two small bags inside.

The black director shook his hand, and one seemed to weigh nothing except for the bag. But the other one can clearly feel that it is a metal product.