Driving his Ferrari to the 18th Street District, he parked beneath the building where the incident had occurred. The area had been cordoned off, with many officers standing guard around it. When the sports car stopped, everyone looked over and saw that the person getting out was actually an officer in a patrol uniform. Looking closer, they recognized him—it was Jon Jiang.
Why had he come in a sports car? Could this Asian officer actually be a wealthy Young Master?
He glanced up at the building. More than thirty stories up, shattered glass exposed a huge hole. After speaking to one of the officers guarding the perimeter, Jiang Hao entered the building and reached the floor where the incident had occurred. He was about to go in and investigate when a plainclothes officer stopped him.
"Hey, what are you doing? The FBI has taken over this place. Don't go in and contaminate the scene," said the FBI agent in a black suit.
Jiang Hao shrugged.
After waiting more than ten minutes, the elevator doors opened again. Deputy Director Hans and Detective Pullman from the FBI Special Investigations Division stepped out. Seeing Jiang Hao standing at the entrance, the two came over to greet him.
"Jon Jiang, we meet again." Detective Pullman extended his hand.
"Yes, I didn't expect we'd meet again." Jiang Hao shook his hand.
Deputy Director Hans also shook Jiang Hao's hand and said, "Thank you for warning us yesterday. That's why we brought in Detective Pullman."
"Let's go in and take a look together," Detective Pullman said.
The three entered the room at the scene together. The FBI agent in the black suit glanced at Jiang Hao, unable to understand why the two big shots were being so courteous to an officer in uniform.
The room was