<h4>Chapter 699: Stupid American Wade</h4>


    After giving Elizabeth and Billy the task of searching the case files, Luke and Selina returned to downtown Los Angeles to work on the case.


    On the way, they saw two cosyers in ck and white performing on the street.


    Although their clothes were fake and their movements were clumsy, everybody could tell at a nce what they were doing — Batman versus the Angel of Judgment!


    This was what fans from all over the world had been doing in thest two days.


    Looking at the Angel of Judgment, who was pping his wings like a white chicken, and Batman, whose small bat wings were carried over from ying a Christmas devil, Selina suddenly asked, “Was Europe very dangerous?”


    Luke grinned. “No, it was very rxing.”


    Selina nodded and said, “This world is getting more and more dangerous. Even vampires havee out. Don’t be careless.”


    Luke chuckled. “Safety first. I was the one who taught you that.”


    Selina mulled for a moment.


    The risks that a certain person took basically weren’t risks to him.


    At that moment, in the basement of a certain tycoon’s vi in Malibu, Tony was looking at the video and photos he had just collected.


    “I thought it was something mystical after all themotion, but it turns out to be a bionic flying suit.” Looking at the white figure flying away, he curled his lip. “Rumor has it that the military has been building something like this for years. Even if it was a bunch of idiots working on it, their progress should be better than this angel’s... Hm, or maybe not.”


    Even so, his eyes were fixed on the image. “Jarvis, y it ten times slower.”


    “Stop,” he said.


    Tony watched as an indistinct ck figure ran into the courtroom building with a huge white box on his back.


    A momentter, the Angel of Judgement appeared on the roof with Dukhovich.


    He observed for a moment. “Jarvis, look for other images of this person in the video.”


    The ck man quickly hid behind a tree, and the white Angel of Judgement came out.


    Tony burst outughing. “The angel is ck? If only those people who call him an angel know.”


    Chuckling, he ordered, “Jarvis, search for information on this person.”


    After a brief search, Jarvis rted, “The target did not appear near any cameras, and the video and photos are vague. There is one person in the police database whose facial and physical characteristics match at 82.3%.”


    Tony didn’t give it too much thought.


    There was a limit to how much videos and photos could be erged.


    To put it simply, the video was only 720P. It couldn’t be turned into a 4K video.


    Tony could run a lot of simtions using software, but there would inevitably be deviations.


    “Jabal Santos, of mixed African and Latin American descent, and a New York gang member. He went missing in a gang fight five years ago.” Jarvis’s voice rang out, and a ck man’s ID and profile appeared on the screen.


    Tony was stunned. “A gang member?”


    “ording to the intelligence, he’s just an ordinary gangster with nothing special about him. He was incarcerated seven times, four times on charges of robbery, two for severe bodily harm, and once for carrying illegal drugs,” Jarvis reported.


    Tony shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. Why would a New York hooligan go to Europe as a messenger of justice? Did Dukhovich kill his family?”


    Jarvis said, “Jabal Santos was abandoned outside an orphanage in New York when he was a baby. There’s no information on his parents. He moved around between four foster homes when he was growing up, but all of them are in America.”


    Tony put his suspicions aside for the time being. “When I go to bed, find out what the rtionship between these family members and Jabal is like.”


    Jarvis said, “Sir, you haven’t slept for 32 hours. Do you want me to start investigating now?”


    Tony waved his hand. “Wait, I have another idea. Let me...”


    “Miss Potts is waiting for you outside theb, sir,” Jarvis reminded him again.


    Tony put down the parts he had just picked up. “Fine, I’ll take a break first.”


    Even so, he couldn’t help but nce at the t white box on the screen. Recalling the retractable function of an extraterrestrial weapon that he had bought not long ago, he was inspired once again.


    He had to hurry up and send Pepper away on some pretenseter, thene back and work on his new ideas! Muttering to himself, Tony left theb.


    In the southern hemisphere at that moment, an exploration team was taking a break in the Amazon jungle.


    “Captain, we’ve found traces of another indigenous tribe,” a team member reported to Wade, who was drinking water.


    Wade said, “I hope we find the right person this time. Damn, my d*ck’s going to grow mushrooms if we stay here any longer.”


    The team member didn’t pay attention to him. “Then we need to prepare something in return for information.”


    Wade said, “Can’t we just give them some ss balls? Didn’t someone do this before, exchanging ss balls for gold... Right, do they have gold here?”


    The team member said, “...Maybe, and there are a lot of gem mines.”


    Wade said, “How about some gems...”


    The team member said, “Captain, don’t forget our mission.”


    Wade nodded and waved his hand impatiently. “Got it. I’ve taken the money, the missiones first.”


    After that, he couldn’t help but ask again, “By the way, if I get some gems in exchange, that’s fine, right?”


    The team member said, “...You can give it a try.”


    Half a dayter, Wade cursed as he was dragged out of a grass shack by two team members. “Damn it, these natives actually want USD? Aren’t they a tribe? How do they even know what USD is?”


    The lips of the team member who was still in the grass shack twitched. <i>Don’t you know that a lot of Americans have been here before? The natives know that good stuff can be changed with USD.</i>


    He could only squeeze out a smile and gesture at the interpreter next to him. “So, if you can give us any useful leads, we’re willing to pay ten thousand dors...”


    “Damn it, don’t expect me to fork out the money. My pay doesn’t include this...” the captain roared.


    The team member’s smile stiffened, but he immediately rejoiced. Fortunately, the natives didn’t understand English.


    “American, your leader doesn’t seem friendly toward us, and he doesn’t want to pay up?” a short native man next to the chief suddenly asked.


    The team member: “Huh?”


    Looking at his expression, the short man sneered. “You always think you can use ss to get gold and gems from us. Your captain isn’t the first idiot to try that. Tell me, are you as stupid as he is?”


    The team member smiled bitterly. “Of course not. I’m the one in charge of money.”


    Otherwise, they would probably already have to ask for a second batch of funds from thepany even before they could board the helicopter.


    Thepany would definitely continue to give them money, but if this mission didn’t work out, thepany could sue the pants off them.


    Earning high wages from a capitalist was never easy.