"What is this?"
The Federal Bureau of Investigation senior agent in charge of the scene took a small, charred card from an ordinary agent.
It was deep into the night outside. The streetlights barely provided enough illumination to see, let alone light things up clearly.
In the somewhat murky darkness, the blurry markings on the small card were difficult to make out.
The greatest advantage of being a leader was that they did not need to know "why." They only needed to know "what is this."
The ordinary agent immediately had his partner turn on the car's headlights. The light shone over just in time. "Boss, I found this inside."
With the light, the small card suddenly became exceptionally clear.
Its charred side looked like the leather of some kind of animal, and it still gave off a faint, unpleasant smell.
When he turned the small card over, there was half of an ID photo. The Federal Army's emblem and insignia were printed on the right, with the officer's name, rank, and anti-counterfeiting signature below.
"This is a Military Officer ID," the senior agent said as he tried to tear it away from the leather covering, but it was clearly not easy.
Some parts were stuck together. To ensure nothing was damaged, the work would have to be done in a laboratory later.
"Call the people from the newspaper over..."
The newspaper's president soon came over, looking dejected.
"Do you have any veterans here?" the senior agent asked. "Veteran officers in particular."
After leaving the army, some soldiers would habitually keep the identity documents they had used during their service. They could be considered keepsakes, while also serving a useful purpose when necessary.
The president froze for a moment, then shook his head. "We don't have any veterans here, let