Arrived at the office building.
Brian asked Green to call him if anything came up, then he rode his motorcycle, arriving early at the area around the target overpass and found the tallest building in the vicinity.
Others need a disguise to conduct surveillance.
For him, it was much simpler; he could see clearly even from seven or eight kilometers away, essentially serving as a military-grade human telescope.
At such a distance, even if the killer was incredibly cunning, they would never expect it!
He found a spot to park his bike.
As usual, Brian hung his police badge on the motorcycle, whistled, and walked toward the building.
This was an office building.
On the first floor, one could see numerous signs densely covered with various annotations.
These were all names of companies.
In downtown Los Angeles, many small trade companies rented office spaces in such commercial buildings for convenience and low cost, aiming for practicality; as for property management...it could be completely disregarded.
It’s difficult for such commercial buildings to implement one card per person.
Otherwise, the constant visitors would drive them insane.
Brian blended into the crowd and made his way inside without a hitch.
He casually got off the elevator at a random floor, declined a few invitations from female office workers to grab drinks after work, whistled, and went up to the top floor to start the stakeout.
Watching every moving object in his sight get automatically tagged, even with various data like distance, wind speed, moving speed, and more flooding his mind, Brian sometimes felt like a flesh-and-blood robot.
Eagle Eye + Supercomputer Perception, the effects of the fusion of these two talents, made his eyes truly resemble those of a futuristic biological electronic eye.
"You know, my ability, besides being suited for long-range sniping, is on par with an intelligent satellite when it comes to surveillance, although it’s really draining on the mind.
I should be able to have some fun with things like speed gliding and wingsuit flying in the future..."
There was no helping it.
Under the influence of Supercomputer Perception, every moving object that entered his sight, whether moving on its own or otherwise, would be captured by his Eagle Eye.
Once something happened, he would be able to detect it.
Whether he was serious or not, the result was the same.
However, Brian also realized that having acquired too many talents in a short period meant that it was difficult for him to specialize and develop one or a few particular series of talents.
He could only try to have the talents he gained complement each other, ensuring he had no weaknesses as much as possible.
During that time, Brian also received a call from Green.
The old black Autopsy Officer from the small town had figured out what that special type of double-sided adhesive tape was.
It was called water-soluble fabric double-sided tape.
This was a special and niche type of double-sided tape, developed not many years ago, and mainly used for adhering clothes in fashion, providing a slim fit, and preventing wardrobe malfunctions, its effect being several times stronger than traditional fabric double-sided tape.
The product was not widely distributed, being mainly used by women for fashion shows, attending evening events, and taking artistic photos, among other scenarios.
Of course, some more drastic users would apply this special double-sided tape to their skin to stretch out wrinkles, then cover the thin layers of tape with foundation, and later wash it away with water to dissolve the special material.
Because it was niche,
the market for this product was small, and manufacturers usually distributed this special double-sided tape as a complimentary item with certain garments, making it hard for the average person to buy or even come across.
This was an important clue.
At least it was for Green.
With this clue, the range of potential suspects could be narrowed down.
Green’s progress in questioning was not going well.
Seven or eight of the parents had not shown up.
Those were doctors or similar professionals from a mental institution that operated under a closed management system, making it impossible to contact them; they were still unaware that something had happened to their children.
The parents of the victims who did show up weren’t very cooperative.
According to Green, someone was deliberately causing trouble, creating chaos at the scene.
The women were either crying hysterically or cursing profusely, showing none of the decorum one would expect from middle-class families.
The men kept a gloomy expression, pressuring Green, bragging about how much tax they paid to the Federation each year, and arguing that if the Federation couldn’t even protect their children, then LAPD was nothing but a bunch of parasitic leeches wasting taxpayer money, demanding Green to quickly present the perpetrator...
Actually, the main reason for this situation was racism.
Discrimination against black people was even more severe among these middle-class groups.
The reason was simple.
In the middle-class demographic, there were very few black individuals.
Even when present, they were often individuals who lived off others or inherited wealth, sports stars, or singers known for rap, with very few being legitimate professionals or businesspeople.
Another reason was that these somewhat affluent individuals did not fear the police.
Moreover, Green himself didn’t have much experience in interrogations.
He could easily be seen as a newbie by these social elites, which only added to their disdain for him.
Brian sat on the edge of the balcony on the twentieth-something floor, swinging his legs.
Listening to Green’s rant on the phone, along with the noisy background,
he couldn’t help but roll his eyes: "Green, you’ve been learning from me for so long, and you’ve been in the B6 unit for almost two months, you’ve picked up a lot, but how come you haven’t learned the most critical thing from me and Team Leader Susan?"
On the other end of the phone, Green’s mind immediately conjured up the image of Brian looking cool giving people a hard time, and Susan’s ruthlessness in drawing her gun and delivering a headshot at a moment’s notice.