Federal Building.

Mark's roadster just stopped.

Just as if you smell something delicious, a series of reporters locked up Mark in one second and ran towards Mark who got off the car, trying to grab first-hand news with their superior physical fitness.

"Director Louis, I'm the New York Daily..."

"Go away."

"I'll come first, Bichi."

"I'll tear your mouth apart."

"ah……"

Mark used a trick to walk out of the reporter's encirclement.

After tightening my suit.

Mark entered the Federal Building directly, leaving the doorman who served as a security guard at the door, which was still shocking.

Inside the office.

Mark pushed him away and glanced at Debbie sitting on the sofa and the Andrew supervisor of the Financial Crime Investigation Division and said lightly: "Tell me, what's going on?"

Supervisor Andrew and Debbie looked at each other.

Andrew then stood up and said to Mark who was walking towards the wine cabinet: "Seventy out of the seventy-eight suspects on the list have been arrested, and there are eight suspects we are contacting the New York Police Department to help with the arrest."

Debbie also stood up and said, "Obadeya Stan was not in the office. The agent who went to his house to report the information. According to the words of the servants of the Stan family, at around 8 o'clock last night, Obadya Stan said that he had something to do and drove out alone."

last night?

After that fire?

Mark took out the empty cup from the wine cabinet and frowned, "He drove by himself?"

"right."

Mark poured himself a glass of wine for the afternoon and took a sip and sat back in his seat, saying, "What about his wife?"

Debbie looked through the information he had compiled and looked up: "Obadeya Stein divorced his wife three years ago."

"Diet?" Mark raised his eyebrows.

Debbie nodded and looked at the information in her hand and smiled: "Yes, after the divorce, his wife Janice went to Iraq as a volunteer team member of the United Nations Red Cross Rescue Society for voluntary assistance."

"Wow, amazing."

Mark nodded and had nothing to say.

Mark couldn't ridicule such a woman who volunteered to go to a war-torn place for humanitarian help...

only.

Mark pointed at the table and said lightly: "Will there be clues where this Obadaiya Stein go?"

“Inspecting.”

"Are..." Mark smiled and looked at Debbie who was breathing heavily.

Debbie shrugged.

Next second.

Mark's thought burst out instantly covering the entire New York City.

From God's perspective.

Mark, who looked down at the entire New York City, fixed his eyes on a small airport outside New York.

quite a while.

Mark opened his eyes and looked at Debbie and said, "Come with me."

Debbie nodded.

Mark got up and looked at Andrew and said, "Hurry interrogation, I'm under a lot of pressure for you."

Andrew was confused.

What the hell.

This is obviously what you asked for.

But Andrew could only say this in his heart, but on the surface he tried hard to maintain his expression and nodded in a muffled voice.

Mark was very pleased to see this.

Yes.

This is his territory.

Half an hour later.

Mark took Debbie and appeared directly at the small airport where the breath of Obadaia Stein finally appeared.

There are many small flights with only one runway.

In New York alone.

This kind of small airport is more than three digits.

After all, airplanes in the local area are not a luxury, and farmers fly the planes themselves by sprinkling pesticides.

The airport manager here did not show any scenes like dying or refusing to admit it.

To be precise.

The next second when Debbie took out the golden eagle badge to indicate his identity, the person in charge here called the employee on duty last night and called the staff from home.

In less than a while.

The young man in his twenties who was on duty last night heard the question and looked at the photo of Obadai Stan holding Debbie in his hand, nodded directly to Debbie and Mark and said, "Of course, I remember this guy."

"What did he say to you?"

"Nothing." The young man blinked and said, "It was probably at 9:30 yesterday that I was sitting in the tower on duty. I just helped him open our protective door and let him in."

"that's all?"

"Of course." The young man suddenly smiled and said, "By the way, after I opened it, this guy wanted to enter the tower, saying that he wanted to thank me in person. Brother-in-law, I didn't let him come up. I directly refused him without hesitation. Only our staff can enter the tower, and I have abide by your work rules."

The young man said as he looked at the head of the small airport, as if he was seeking credit.

The person in charge looked at Debbie with awkward expression and tried to explain: "Has is licensed, I definitely don't..."

Debbie interrupted with a smile, "Don't be nervous, sir, we are the FBI, not the FAA."

The person in charge was obviously relieved.

Mark was expressionless.

Thank you in person?

But can this be considered a foolish person to be lucky?

Mark shook his head and looked at the young man and asked, "Continue."

The young man was obviously stunned when he heard Debbie's FBI just now. He came back to his senses until his brother-in-law stabbed him and wiped his face and said, "Of course, of course, there is nothing to say. He left by plane after I refused him to come to the tower."

“Which airline is from?”

"A company's private jet."

"What's the name?"

The young man thought for a while and pointed to the tall tower not far away where they were standing and said, "I forgot, but I have registered it in the entry and exit management manual as required."

Debbie looked at the person in charge.

The person in charge wiped the sweat from his forehead and warned his brother-in-law with his eyes and said to Mark, who had not spoken much, "Of course, I'll get it now."

After Mark nodded.

The person in charge then walked quickly towards the tower.

Mark turned his head and glanced at the person in charge's walking posture and then frowned slightly.

Debbie also looked at it.

But Debbie did not read any useful information from the person in charge's walking posture.

Not long.

The person in charge walked down in the elevator and said with a smile: "I found out that it took off at 9:55 last night. The route was a South American route..."

Debbie stretched out her right hand to the person in charge with a blank expression.

The person in charge was stunned and then handed the booklet in his hand to Debbie.

Debbie took it and checked it out.

Mark looked at the person in charge and said, "I'm right in English."

The responsible person was stunned and then smiled and said, "Thank you."

Just then.

Debbie's eyes lit up and said, "Boss, I found it. The plane that took off at 9:55 yesterday was affiliated to a company called Green Planet. The plane number..."

"Green Planet?"
Chapter completed!