Late at night, the Mayor's Mansion in Metropolis was still brightly lit. The bloodstains in the hall had not yet been fully cleaned up. The agents patrolling the courtyard and every floor carried high-powered flashlights, illuminating every corner as brightly as day.
No one in the rooms had gone to sleep either. Things had developed too quickly. Before many of them could even react, they had been herded into guest rooms like ducks. But now that they had calmed down, they noticed many things that did not seem right.
This was all far too coincidental. Mayor White had gathered all the East Coast elite for a charity dinner. By coincidence, agents had been assigned to handle security for the event. Then, just as the dinner was about to begin, Mayor White, the host, died in full view of everyone.
And by coincidence, the Philby List had been brought up again. A murder case combined with an espionage case gave the agents even more reason to detain everyone.
Many people had realized that this might be a conspiracy by the intelligence agency.
Under normal circumstances, the agents could never have gone door to door investigating them. The moment such an operation began, those being investigated would surely notify one another and join forces. The spy might also get word and hide even more deeply.
But taking advantage of this opportunity, everyone had been detained on the spot. At least for tonight, they could not leave.
Their businesses and networks outside were being investigated while they themselves were out of contact, unable to make arrangements or preparations. Under such circumstances, if anyone had left behind even the slightest trace, it was very likely to be discovered.
Perhaps Mayor White's death had been staged by the agents as well, merely to give them