New Suspects?

Jennifer was very happy today. Her father had returned, and he was once again carrying the family on his shoulders. That evening, the family of four went out for a big meal, after which Jack took the children to see a movie.

When they got home, Jennifer handed Jack her college acceptance letter. Jack praised his daughter with immense joy. "Study hard. College is important for everyone. I never went to college myself, so I hope that starting with you, all of you can attend prestigious universities."

"I'll study hard, Dad!" Jennifer nodded resolutely. She knew Jack had not had it easy lately. This success might have been nothing more than a stroke of luck, after all. Her father had only been a worker in the past.

The next day, Phil Coulson and Melinda May arrived at the bank. There were simply too many of the bank's customers, and the most likely suspects at the moment were the factory workers. Many of them were facing bankruptcy, but did they really have what it took to rob a bank?

At the same time, there were hundreds of workers. Investigating them one by one would require a massive police force.

"Every case has a motive. Of course, more often than not, people just act on impulse. But an operation this carefully planned must have had a motive," Phil Coulson said.

"I agree with that, but almost all of those hundreds of people have that motive. The bank wants those among them with debts to go bankrupt. Everyone understands that, but the law can't punish them for it. The workers can sue, but if they do, the severance payments will be delayed indefinitely. Banks have used this kind of tactic far too often." George Stacy did not look pleased. As a law enforcement officer with a strong sense of justice, he could do nothing about it. It was a terrible feeling.

"Let's not discuss that for now. I need the police investigation files on these people. Chief, what are these workers who are about to go bankrupt doing now?" Phil Coulson did not want to continue discussing American law. That was not something they could decide.

"What else could they be doing? Looking for work, that's all. But many of them have been workers for over twenty years, so finding other jobs isn't easy. Some have found work, while others are still trying. I haven't abandoned this lead either. We've had people watching them, but manpower is limited. I'll ask right now." Chief George Stacy began making calls.

"Sorry, it'll take a little time. We don't have enough people, there are too many workers, and their addresses are spread throughout Brooklyn. It'll take some time," Chief George Stacy said helplessly. Then he asked, "Also, when will your department conduct technical inspections of the bank and the monitoring center?"

"When we deem it necessary. But honestly, if they really used Artificial Intelligence, our technology might not be able to detect it. Our understanding of Artificial Intelligence is still only theoretical. Pseudo-intelligence and true Artificial Intelligence are completely different. There is a fundamental difference between the two. I'm sure Mr. Tony Stark understands that very well." Phil Coulson smiled.

Chief George Stacy was extremely frustrated. "Then what is the point of your support? I thought national resources would be stronger than Mr. Tony Stark."

"It may not be useless. Get us information on those workers as soon as possible. For now, let's go see how Mr. Tony Stark is doing." Phil Coulson had completely taken the lead, while Melinda May remained silent.

In the bank's main server room, Tony Stark no longer looked so dashing. His hair was disheveled, his beard had grown considerably, and his eyes were bloodshot.

After Phil Coulson entered, the three of them stood to one side and watched. Chief George Stacy wanted to introduce them, but Phil Coulson stopped him.

About thirty minutes later, Phil Coulson waved his hand, and the three of them walked back out. "How long has he been like this?"

"Ever since Tony Stark arrived. It's been three days now. But it looks like reaching the robbers' level of technology is really difficult."

"Understood. Let's speak with the other bank employees again. I need to question them one by one. Also, I'll wait for the police report."

They entered the bank in the morning. By evening, after Phil Coulson had spoken with every bank employee, George Stacy brought back some news. "Basically, nothing has changed. But three of them went to the Cayman Islands a week ago. Supposedly, they were making one last attempt at business, and they only returned yesterday."

"Oh? Three people went out to do business? What day did they leave?"

"They left on the day of the robbery!" George Stacy also thought it was a coincidence, but judging by the timing, they should not have had time to commit the robbery. The route from the bank to the airport was not exactly easy.

"I need detailed information on all three of them!"

"Alright!"

The three returned to the police station, where the collected files were placed before Phil Coulson. There was not much information. The three men had fairly simple backgrounds. Only Jerry had some issues—he liked street racing and often hung around racing crews. The other two were completely the type of good men devoted to their families.

"Based on these files, they do have motives, especially Jack and Roy," Phil Coulson said.

"They do have motives, but they don't have the ability."

"Chief, have you forgotten your own conclusion? There were at least four of them. There was also someone, or a team, responsible for the technical side." Melinda May suddenly spoke.

George Stacy had nearly forgotten about Melinda May. The woman was too cold. He had not expected her to speak up at this moment. "That's right, but there can't possibly be such a person or organization in their social circles. And if such a person existed, they wouldn't need to recruit three unemployed workers!"

Phil Coulson patted George Stacy on the shoulder. "People like that can be powerful at times, especially when it comes to family. Why not see what those three are doing now? There's no harm in investigating."

An hour later, the three men's latest movements were laid out before them. "Jack took his three children to Los Angeles, California, to send his eldest daughter to school. He moved pretty fast. Roy took his wife to a major hospital for treatment, while Jerry bought a new two-door Ford Mustang and went street racing."

"Well, Chief Stacy, do you think these three are highly suspicious now?" Phil Coulson asked.

"No. Look at this report. We contacted the Cayman Islands. They did establish a Ghost Investment Company and opened a financial account. I checked the account. It has more than three million dollars in it, all earned recently from the stock market." George Stacy had done a great deal in that hour, including investigating Ghost Investment Company.