I Have A Super USB Drive - Chapter 248

Chapter 248: Geraldson

After giving the order to Brando, Chen Chen was still a little worried. After all, this would be his first clash against the Earth Federation. He thought for a while, then said again, “X, send a T-force to act as support for the B.S.S. team.”

“A fully equipped T-force?” Little X asked.

“Yes, bring everything except for firearms.”

Chen Chen nodded. “No matter what, we must get those three sculptures at any cost!”

The T-force was the latest T-virus Black Knights, which were supersoldiers with tyrant-level explosive strength and self-healing abilities.

In addition, Chen Chen also equipped the T-force with mass-produced GS Combat Suits, which were weakened versions of the combat uniforms in Gantz.

Although this mass-produced combat uniform did not have the ability to enhance one’s strength, this was not a problem for the T-virus Black Knights. After all, the T-virus Black Knights themselves already possessed physiques far beyond those of ordinary people.

Finally, with the cloaking device from Predator, this super-ghostlike combat unit would be a nightmare for any enemy.

The reason they would not be carrying weapons was also very simple. Chen Chen’s forces were going to fight across borders and must travel on international flights. It was only with the help of Little X, who fabricated their identity data, that the Black Knights could move under the nose of various countries without being detected.

However, if they brought weapons onto the plane, as long as the security personnel were not blind, it was impossible that they would not be found.

At this time in Los Angeles of the North American Continent, late-night was descending.

After interrogating the sixth batch of suspects, Geraldson rubbed his temples a little tiredly. There was now a large pile of relevant transcripts in his hands.

“What sort of d*mn mission is this…”

Geraldson grumbled in a low voice. He turned his head and looked out the window, only to see that thousands of sculptures had been piled up in the parking lot outside. He even saw several sculptures that had been pried from the front of a church.

This was because someone had mentioned that those sculptures would move.

That person had said that in a joking tone, but had never expected that a single quip would cause the sculptures to be brought here. He must be feeling rather panicky by now…

At present, the parking lot of the entire FBI branch in Los Angeles had been filled with countless sculptures and more sculptures were being transported in by trucks.

As the head of the intelligence team in the Los Angeles branch of the FBI, Geraldson only knew as much as the masses did. He just knew that all the operations across the North American Continent at this time were due to orders issued by the Federation United Front.

This mysterious department had only issued a single command: to investigate all abnormal sculptures in the North American Continent and transport them to the New York headquarters of the Earth Federation!

Therefore, as the executive branch of the Earth Federation, the Federal Bureau of Investigation was immediately mobilized at full force whereas the North American Continent’s government also worked tirelessly to cooperate with them.

The only thing was, could someone just f*cking tell him what this order meant? What was an “abnormal” sculpture?

Geraldson rubbed his hair rather grouchily, then took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, then took out a golden lighter from his jacket pocket and lit it patiently.

A pungent flavor filled his lungs at once and Geraldson was invigorated by the effects of the nicotine.

Now, he was looking after a set of sculptures that were transported from Holmby Hills.

There were three sculptures in this set, all of which were human faces. One had prominent ears and the other two had prominent mouth and eyes respectively. This set of sculptures was brought over because its owner claimed they were unearthed in a gold mine, so they were also defined as anomalous sculptures.

Thinking of all this, Geraldson looked at the corner of the room again. He stared at the three bumps covered by a white cloth and could not help shaking his head.

Yes, as the most important sculptures, these three sculptures were not placed in the parking lot like ordinary sculptures, but in his interrogation room instead. At the same time, his team must ensure the safety of the sculptures.

After all, the property of a citizen must be well protected.

The owner of this sculpture was an influential person. It must be said that privilege existed wherever people existed. The owner did not even have to come to the FBI. Rather, Geraldson’s boss had made Geraldson himself go to the manor for intelligence gathering, at a time when the entire organization was extremely short on manpower.

If he had not wasted so much time at that manor, he would not be this much behind schedule…

As he secretly cursed his id*ot boss, Geraldson started to interrogate the next group of people who had seen the sculptures.

Time ticked by slowly, from late night to dawn, then from dawn to noon the next day.

They had not rested the entire night. It was not until the next afternoon that Geraldson’s team finally interrogated the first group of people who had close contact with the sculptures.

Furthermore, they were approaching the arranged time. In a while, these sculptures would be sent to the airport to be shipped to the New York headquarters.

As soon as he uploaded the information he had into the computer, the door of the office was pushed open and one of Geraldson’s men walked in. “Boss, Director George asked us to get ready to send the sculptures to the airport.”

“Alright, I got it.”

Geraldson frowned but did not say much. He knew that manpower was extremely lacking at the moment and it was within his duty to see his responsibilities through to the end.

With this in mind, he lightly blew out a puff of smoke and flicked away the cigarette butt. “In that case, let’s start out earlier and send them to the airport, then we can rest.”

As he spoke, he pulled off the white cloth behind him and immediately the three strangely shaped sculptures were revealed.

The artistic style of these three sculptures was a bit strange. No matter how one looked at them, one would get a peculiar sensation…

Geraldson did not think much about it after glancing at them. He directly picked up one of them, turned around, and walked out.

Seeing this, the others also picked up the remaining two sculptures and followed him.

A heavy red truck was already waiting on the ground floor of the building. When Geraldson went down, he noticed a large group of his colleagues packing the sculptures under their charge into a container, before they transported it to the truck with a forklift.

“Leader Geraldson, this is your container.”

Seeing that Geraldson had come down, a federal investigator immediately pointed to a container in the corner that was half the height of a person.

Geraldson nodded and walked to the container. He picked up the cushion foam at the side and wrapped the sculptures snugly in multiple layers.

After all, according to Gross, the owner of the sculptures, these three sculptures were treasured antiques. If they were damaged, Gross would never let the matter rest.

He packed all three sculptures into the container. After they were labeled, a forklift came over and carried the container into the truck.

Geraldson waited for the container to be safely loaded onto the truck before he turned away and said to the three people behind him, “Let’s go. Wait in the car.”

With that, they went on ahead and boarded the agency’s vehicles, waiting for everything to be loaded onto the truck.

Ten minutes later, as the truck slowly started out, Geraldson also started the car. Besides Geraldson, there were seven or eight vehicles marked with the logo of the FBI. These vehicles trailed behind the truck, moving off like one long dragon.