At the Federal Bureau of Investigation base in Laviria County, Metropolis area, Amanda stood in the middle of the office and said angrily:
"I can't control every assassin in the world, nor can I be held responsible for every murder in the world! Even if this case happened inside the Federal Bureau of Investigation."
"But Miss Amanda, you must understand that ever since your Lamb Plan began, nothing good has happened to the Federal Bureau of Investigation. Without your plan, perhaps this murder would never have taken place inside the base."
Across from Amanda, an elderly man in a suit with a head full of white hair adjusted his glasses and said, "You have to understand me. I'm only responsible for the Federal Bureau of Investigation organization in the Metropolis area. My superiors sent me here only because they hoped to receive a positive response from you. After all, you refused to take my calls these past few days."
Amanda turned her head away and said stiffly, "My Lamb Plan has nothing to do with this case. I have nothing to explain!"
"Amanda, this attitude of yours won't help solve anything. I know this brutal murder at the Laviria County base may not be directly connected to your Lamb Plan, and perhaps you truly knew nothing about it. But the question is, how many people believe they are connected?"
"This case has humiliated the entire Federal Bureau of Investigation in the Metropolis area. We need someone to take responsibility for it. Do you want that person to be you?"
Amanda took a deep breath, humiliation flashing across her face. But she quickly pursed her lips, lowered her tone, and said, "I'm sorry. Something happened to me recently, so I haven't been in the best state of mind. I'll do my