There’s An Instance Dungeon In My Living Room

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Chu Ge didn't flirt for too long, he quickly shifted his mind away from women, and continued to practice marksmanship. To him, getting to know Helena was just an interesting episode of a trip to a foreign country, which made him feel better. Not much, after all, chatting with beautiful women is always a pleasure, but his main goal is to play the dungeon, women and so on, we still have to stay behind.

At the same time, however, Helena was not in such a good mood.

"Guys, what's going on."

As soon as she walked into the office of the FBI's Los Angeles branch, Helena saw several of her colleagues talking around a computer, so she asked aloud.

That's right, Helena has eleven female FBI agents. Although she has been in the job for less than three years, with her drive and superb crime-solving skills, Helena has already been promoted to a senior agent and is in charge of a team.

Upon hearing the inquiry, several subordinates immediately looked at her.

Helena conveniently hung the coat on the hanger at the side, and finished it in front of several people. "Tell me, what happened?"

"You're finally here, Helena."

Frank moved his gaze away from Helena's chest, and coughed subtly, "Well, we have received another security guard, and another missing person."

"Still a veteran?" Helena asked back.

"That's right." Frank pushed the computer screen over and introduced, "Mike Dolly, a staff sergeant of the 16th Rapid Response Division, once participated in security warfare in Afghanistan and the Middle East, retired four years ago, and other missing Veteran, suffers from post-war psychosis, once was a trainer at a fight club for three months, was fired for wounding, has been at home since then, lost contact three months ago."

"Damn, this is already the sixth one. It seems that the matter is definitely not an ordinary disappearance case. Frank, Sam, it seems that we have to go."

after a while----

Ding dong, the doorbell of the house was rang. Helena looked at Sam who knocked the door, and observed the house in front of her through the sunglasses. This is a typical middle-class detached house, but from the slightly dilapidated appearance Look, the maintenance is obviously not very good. For ordinary people, it is just meaningless details, but for a professional, as long as some logical reasoning is used, these details often reveal a lot of information.

Thinking of logical reasoning, Helena couldn't help but think of the Leon she met yesterday. She had seen a lot of handsome men, but Leon still made her feel surprisingly seductive, humorous and mysterious, which made Helen Na was quite curious, and even felt that this person was a little unreal, as if the leading actor in a Hollywood movie had stepped out of the screen.

I don't know when I will call.

Just when she was in a trance for a while, the door opened in front of her. An old woman in her sixties stood in front of the door, looking at the three people outside the door vigilantly, "Who are you?"

"FBI agent Helena." Helena flashed her ID, "These two are my colleagues, ma'am, we have something to ask you about your son, can I go in?"

"Oh, of course." The old woman stepped aside and opened the door as she spoke.

"Mike was always obedient when he was a child, but since he went to Iraq as a soldier, something was wrong after he came back. He always had nightmares at night. He said he would go out to meet his comrades a few months ago, and he never came back after that. A few days later, he suddenly sent a large amount of money back, I know about Mike’s situation, he can’t earn so much, but when I called him, his number was cancelled, so I can only report the crime.”

The old woman was talking nonsense.

"Can we see his room?"

"Um, of course."

Helena asked Sam to stay and continue talking to the old woman, while she and Frank went directly to Mike's room next door. Man, there's a case of brandy in the corner of the room, mostly empty bottles.

"This Mike seems to have another drinking problem," Frank said, picking up a bottle.

"I've seen the aftermath of the war, alcoholism, drug abuse, etc. These things are very common." Helena randomly searched for what she wanted to find. There must be some clues. These veterans can't be so clueless. The symptoms disappeared.

I flipped through the books on the table, turned on the computer and checked the browser records, opened my personal files and searched for a while, and suddenly, a photo appeared in Helena's sight.

In the photo, Mike seems to be in a hospital or something, and several people in white coats are talking to him.

Helena's intuition told her that this photo must be very important. After examining the photo carefully, the experimenters in white coats seemed to be wearing a badge on their chests, and the writing on it was very blurred due to the resolution. .

She instinctively thought that this thing might be related to Mike's disappearance, so she sent this photo to her mailbox.

Apart from this photo, the two of them did not find any valuable information, as if this Mike had deliberately cleaned up the traces before he left. It seems that his disappearance was not forced.

The three of them returned to the Los Angeles branch. Helena immediately called a computer expert, Roy, to help me enlarge this photo. I want to see what is written on these people's chest tags.

Roy, who was wearing glasses, was a computer expert in the branch. He fiddled with it without saying a word, and operated it cracklingly. Soon, the slightly blurry photo was enlarged and became clear.

What a magical technique, Helena glanced at Roy with some admiration, but she would not be able to learn this technique even if she was killed.

Looking at the photo, the chest tag is an abstract human-shaped symbol, and there is a word next to the symbol-Titans (Titan).

"Titan?" Helena was taken aback when she saw it. This logo, as well as this word, obviously these white coats are members of a certain laboratory, and this laboratory is called Titan.

"What does this mean?" Roy asked curiously.

"Roy, help me find out if there is an organization called Titan Lab?"

Roy nodded, and immediately began to operate. If you say that this computer expert is worthy of being a professional, some fragmentary information was found out from the Internet soon.

However, looking at the information she got, Helena showed a look of shock in her eyes. It seemed that things were much more troublesome than she imagined.