Before Fang Han asked, Ingret said: "Human bomb, a woman wants to break into the building. She was blocked by the security guard. She detonated the bomb on her body. Currently, two security guards are dead, and two CIA people are injured and have been sent to the hospital."

Fang Han frowned: "Who did it?"

"The person has exploded so much that he can't see any signs." Ingret shook his head.

Fang Han said: "Where is Bogner?"

"He is probably being scolded by his superiors now, and he is too embarrassed!" Ingret shook his head and said, "We must first figure out who did it!"

Fang Han said: "I guess someone will make a reputation for being responsible!"

Fang Han smiled bitterly and said, "It's probably justice and order. I really don't want to worry about their mess!"

"You've got mixed in." Ingret said: "Go and see the scene. Maybe you can find inspiration and see something."

Fang Han nodded helplessly and suddenly stopped: "By the way, I would like to remind my colleagues of the FBI to strengthen their vigilance and guard against human bombs!"

Ingret was stunned, nodded quickly, and quickly took out the phone and called out.

The two of them flipped away the isolation and brought it in. It was in a mess, with piles of rubble scattered everywhere. The explosion was not very powerful, otherwise the building would have been blown up long ago.

There were a few black blood on the ground. A group of policemen searched for broken limbs and bodies in the rubble. Occasionally, they found a part and placed it on the plastic cloth next to them, preparing to be spliced ​​for the final splicing.

Fang Han shook his head. The two security guards were too innocent. As for the white-collar woman, I don’t know if she was forced or voluntarily.

Fang Han wanted to see if it was a work of justice and order. The United States offended too many people, and the actions of an extremist organization may not be just justice and order.

He walked around the hall, suddenly stopped in front of a piece of rubble, bent down, and slowly picked up a black piece of wood.

Fang Han sighed, this is the black statue, the statue they believed in, and they have always been with them.

Ingret turned his head and said, "What?"

Fang Han handed her the small black piece of wood: "Does it look familiar?"

"I don't recognize it." Ingret shook his head.

Fang Han said: "The statue of the god they carry around!"
Chapter completed!