There’s An Instance Dungeon In My Living Room

Chu Ge didn't have **** for too long. He quickly moved his mind from the woman and continued to practice marksmanship. To him, getting to know Helena was just an interesting episode of a foreign journey. It made him feel better. Less, after all, chatting with beautiful women always makes people feel happy, but his main goal is to get a copy, women or something, still have to stay behind.

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

"Guys, what happened."

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

Yes, Helena has eleven female FBI agents. Although they have been employed for less than three years, Helena has been promoted to a senior agent and is in charge of a team with her momentum and superb crime-solving skills.

Hearing the question, several of his men looked at her immediately.

Helena hung her coat on a hanger on the side and took it down in front of a few people. "Let's talk about it, what happened?"

"You finally came to Helena."

Frank looked away from Helena's chest and coughed covertly, "Well, we have received another security guard, and there is another missing person."

"Or a veteran?" Helena asked rhetorically.

"That's right." Frank pushed the computer screen over and introduced, "Mike Dolly, a sergeant of the 16th Rapid Reaction Division, had participated in the security war in Afghanistan and the Middle East, retired four years ago, and other missing Like the veterans, he suffered from post-war psychological syndrome. He had been a coach in a fighting club for three months. He was later fired because of injuries. He has been at home since then and lost contact three months ago.

"Damn it, this is the sixth one. It seems that this is by no means an ordinary disappearance case, Frank, Sam, it seems we have to go."

After a while----

Ding Dong, the door bell of the house was ringing, Helena looked at Sam who pressed the door, and looked at the house in front of her through sunglasses. This is a typical middle-class independent house, but it has a slightly dilapidated appearance. See, the maintenance is obviously not very good, and it is just meaningless details for the average person, but for a professional, only through some logical reasoning, these details often reveal a lot of information.

Thinking of logical reasoning, Helena couldn't help but think of the Lyon she met yesterday. She saw a lot of handsome men, but Lyon still surprised her by surprise, humor and a bit of mystery, which made Helen Na was quite curious, and even thought that this person was a little unreal, it seemed that a leading actor in a Hollywood movie had stepped out of the screen.

I don't know when I will call.

In her mind for a moment, the door in front of her opened. An old woman in her sixties stood in front of the door, watching the three people outside the door warily, "Who are you?"

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

"Oh, of course." The old woman said as she let the door open.

"Mike has always been very obedient when he was a child, but since he went to Iraq as a soldier, there has been something wrong since he came back. He always has nightmares at night. A few months ago he said he would go out to meet his comrades in arms, but he never came back. A few days he suddenly sent a large sum of money back. I know Mike’s situation. He can’t make that much. But when I called him, the number was cancelled, so I had to report the crime.”

The old woman was talking about it.

"Can we take a look at his room?"

"Um, of course."

Helena asked Sam to stay and continue to talk to the old woman, while she and Frank went straight into Mike’s room next door. This was a very clean and tidy room. It could be seen that the owner of the room was very self-disciplined. Man, there is a box of brandy in the corner of the room, most of which are empty bottles.

"This Mike seems to be drinking again," Frank said, picking up a bottle.

"War sequelae, alcoholism, drug addiction, I have seen them all, this kind of thing is very common." Helena rummaged randomly for what she was looking for, there must be some clues, these veterans can't be so completely absent. The disappearance of the sign is gone.

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

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

Helena’s instinct told her that this photo must be very important. After checking this photo carefully, the experimenters in these white coats seemed to wear a badge on their chests, and the writing on it was very fuzzy because of the resolution. .

She instinctively felt that this thing might be related to Mike's disappearance, and sent the photo to her mailbox.

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

The three returned to the Los Angeles branch. Helena immediately called a computer expert, Roy, to help me zoom in on this photo. I want to see what these people's badges actually say.

Roy, wearing glasses, is a computer expert at the branch, and he fiddled with it without a second word~www.NovelMTL.com~ There was a crackling operation, and soon, the originally slightly blurred photo was enlarged and became clear. Up.

It's a magical technique, Helena glanced at Roy with some admiration, but she couldn't learn this technique even if she was killed.

Looking at the photo, there is an abstract humanoid symbol on the badge, and there is a word beside the symbol—Titans (Titan).

"Titan?" Helena was stunned when she saw it. With this logo and this word, it was obvious that these white coats were members of a certain laboratory, and this laboratory was called Titan.

"What does this mean?" Roy asked curiously.

"Roy, help me check if there is an organization called Titan Labs?"

Roy nodded and started to operate immediately. To say that this computer expert is also a professional, and soon, some fragmentary information was found from the Internet.

However, looking at the information she had received, Helena showed a shocked look in her eyes. It seemed that things were more troublesome than she thought.