Although he had already guessed that those men in black had stormed the police station to silence someone, when he heard Chief George say that the suspect was already dead, he still could not suppress his anger and humiliation.
The head of the Morgan Family dying at the hands of two nameless nobodies was already an immense disgrace. Yet now, they had actually dared to kill the suspect he wanted right under his nose.
Provocation—this was naked provocation!
They simply had not taken him, the heir of the Morgan Family, seriously at all!
This was utterly intolerable!
If he did not strike back fiercely, how would he ever establish himself within such a vast family in the future?
This was no longer as simple as avenging the original owner's parents. It concerned the dignity of the entire Morgan Family, as well as his authority as its young master!
With that thought, he looked at Chief George with a dark expression. "Do you have any information on the other suspect?"
Hearing this, Chief George immediately nodded respectfully. "Yes. We have already identified the other suspect's exact location, but he is in Mexico, so the arrest will take some time."
"There will be no need for an arrest. Just tell me his exact location, and I will handle this matter myself.
To be honest, today's incident has left me extremely disappointed in your police department. A police station was attacked on its own grounds, so many people died, and you are all completely useless.
There will be no need for your department to interfere in this matter from now on. I will settle it using my own methods." Loren looked at Chief George with an icy expression.
Although the middle-aged man before him was the father of his high school classmate, Gwen Stacy, he gave him no face at all. Poor performance was poor performance, and it deserved criticism.
Chief George also knew that their performance today had been abysmal. Not only had the police department lost many officers, but several high-ranking officials who had come to curry favor with Loren had died as well. This was an enormous dereliction of duty.
Once responsibility was investigated, he would likely no longer be able to keep his position as chief.
Thus, faced with Loren's reprimand, he did not dare to offer a single retort.
Though Loren was young and a classmate of his daughter's, his status was incomparably noble. He was absolutely not someone people at their level could afford to offend.
Moreover, for some reason, whenever the young man stared at him, he felt a chill run down his back. His instincts told him that Loren was dangerous—extremely dangerous.
Even though he was only eighteen years old, even though he looked like a refined young nobleman on the surface.
But in the eyes of an old police officer who had spent decades in the field, all of that was merely the boy's camouflage.
The real Loren was definitely not as simple as outsiders believed. As for why that was, he did not know.
Perhaps it had something to do with the tragic events Loren had suffered recently. After all, an eighteen-year-old boy had suddenly lost both parents and become an orphan.
Such a terrible upheaval would inevitably force someone to mature quickly. Yet maturing too quickly often drove people to extremes. In his view, Loren was already showing such tendencies.
With that thought, he could not help but say, "Young Master Loren, today was indeed a failure on the part of our police department. We failed to protect your safety, and I deeply apologize for that.
However, according to our intelligence, the other suspect has sought refuge with a Mexican drug lord. They are heavily armed, and the arrest will be extremely difficult. For your safety, you should leave the arrest to us!"
"I'll say it one more time. Just give me the information on the other suspect. You do not need to interfere in anything else. Do you understand?" Loren said coldly, his tone brooking no argument.
"I understand." Since Loren had put it that way, Chief George naturally did not dare say anything further and immediately gave him the information on the other suspect.
After receiving the information, Loren did not linger. Escorted by 2B, he immediately returned safely to his estate.
After what had happened today, he immediately realized that relying solely on General-Purpose Combat Robots to protect himself was far from enough. After all, that was external power, and external power could always fail someday.
Take what had just happened, for example. Even with 2B protecting him at close range, his cheek had still been injured by the blast, leaving an ugly wound on his face.
Fortunately, the explosion had not been particularly powerful today. If it had been any stronger, he would probably already be dead. Therefore, relying solely on others to protect him was absolutely not enough.
Only becoming strong himself was the true path!
In fact, he had considered this issue when he first transmigrated into this world.
But over the past few days, he had been focused on building 2B and had no energy to think about anything else. Now that 2B had been successfully created, it was time for him to strengthen himself.
With that thought, a bold idea immediately formed in his mind. Since his background was so similar to Batman's in the DC Universe, why not build himself a Batman Suit?
With his current intelligence and technological capabilities, he could completely recreate Batman's array of high-tech equipment, then become the Batman of the Marvel Universe—the true Dark Knight!
Yes, a true Dark Knight, rather than someone like Batman who merely sent villains to prison.
If he was going to send them anywhere, it would be to Hell, not some damn prison.
Once he had made up his mind, he did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately threw himself into the work of creating high-tech equipment.
Meanwhile, he did not delay on the other front either. While he locked himself in the laboratory to conduct research, 2B followed his orders and headed directly to Mexico to find the other gunman.
At the Mexican border, several men sat around happily playing cards in a rundown drug manufacturing facility.
At that moment, a silver-haired woman wearing a black blindfold and a Gothic-style long dress strolled in through the factory entrance with a katana on her back.
This woman was none other than 2B, whom Loren had sent to find the other suspect.
"Hey, I finally found you. You really ran far away!"
2B's gaze locked onto one of the men playing cards through her military visor.
When they suddenly saw a woman enter their factory, everyone present was stunned.
This place was forbidden territory. Without permission from above, no unrelated person could enter. Yet 2B had walked in as though no one else existed.
How could they not be stunned?
But within moments, they came to their senses. The appearance of this young lady, 2B, was far too strange. It made no sense. She had clearly come with hostile intentions!
Without a second thought, they immediately grabbed the guns beside their seats and aimed them at 2B.
"Stop! Who are you? How did you get in here?"
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