Stanfield didn't know what was wrong today!
From the moment he woke up, he felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.
To the point that, having become accustomed to it now...
...waking up in the morning and popping a pill to quickly enter a state of euphoria, Stanfield, for once, did not take it.
Yawns began to emerge one after another.
Stanfield knew this was because his body had grown accustomed to the drugs.
He had already forgotten when he first became addicted.
He only remembered it had been a while.
It might have been five years, or perhaps seven or eight, maybe even ten.
In any case, as Stanfield's power and influence within the Drug Enforcement Bureau continued to grow...
...and as he gradually became a Drug Lord hidden in the underground of Los Angeles...
...the current Stanfield didn't have to worry at all about lacking money or being unable to obtain drugs for himself.
But the addiction had already begun to corrode his once-healthy body; in the past, after taking a pill...
...Stanfield, under the stimulation of the drugs, would feel as if his body were bursting with inexhaustible strength right after waking up.
Now, however, he felt incredibly weak instead.
But even so, Stanfield was in no hurry to take it.
Because last night, after the effects of the drugs wore off and his reason returned, he had reflected a bit on the events of the past two days.
The more he thought, the more he—who was already very clever...
...and could even be described as nothing but insidious and cunning—felt that something was amiss.
He felt that everything that had happened over these past two days...
...such as Michael discovering the apartment was under FBI surveillance, and at the same time, having the audacity to try and embezzle the drugs he had hidden there, and so on...
...all seemed as if there were a pair of hands pushing things from the shadows.
Stanfield hated this feeling; it gave him the illusion that he had become a pawn in someone else's hands.
That feeling was terrible.
And another thing!
As his reason returned, Stanfield also realized that his action yesterday—hiring someone to disguise as a burglar and kill the agent the FBI had sent to Michael's apartment—was incredibly moronic.
And then last night, after he had taken the drugs...
...he actually led men into the apartment himself and shot Michael, along with his eldest daughter and son.
This move was even more unwise, leaving behind far too many risks of exposing himself.
But there was no way to take it back now!
Having regained his senses, Stanfield knew very well that he would now have to exert all his efforts to deal with the potential investigation from the FBI.
Michael, who was killed last night, was his informant.
This guy was killed last night, and recently Michael had been asking around for drug buyers, thinking he was being very discreet.
With the FBI's intelligence network, it wouldn't be difficult to trace it back to Stanfield.
Although under normal circumstances, the Drug Enforcement Bureau could ignore the FBI...
...the FBI, after all, still held the responsibility of peer oversight. If the FBI truly suspected Stanfield, they had the authority to investigate him as a senior agent of the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
With this unease, Stanfield had no appetite and didn't eat any breakfast.
He only drank a cup of coffee at home to refresh his somewhat listless spirit, caused by choosing not to take a pill after waking up.
Stanfield soon left his home and drove toward the Drug Enforcement Bureau.
His residence hid many good things; in fact, most of the black money earned from drug trafficking over the years was hidden at home by Stanfield.
However, Stanfield wasn't worried at all about someone daring to break into his residence.
Despite the fact that for the sake of appearances, he didn't even have a single servant or security guard at home...
After all, as a senior agent of the Los Angeles Narcotics Bureau, his annual salary of over a hundred thousand us dollar was considered middle class in America...
...but if he actually had servants and security guards, it would instead make his residence look even more suspicious.
And it would be easier to get targeted.
However, even though he didn't have security guards or servants normally, Stanfield was still very confident in his home's security system.
He had personally hired someone to help design and establish a system primarily based on surveillance.
If someone were to break into his villa, not to mention whether they could find the things he had hidden so discreetly...
...as long as they were caught on surveillance, with Stanfield's influence...
...even if the other party escaped Los Angeles, he would have ways to drag them back, and after a round of torture, make them vanish from the face of the Earth forever.
Stanfield had also deliberately left some money and a small amount of valuables in his villa to mislead intruders.
And in the place where he truly hid his assets, he had specifically installed an alarm device.
If someone really broke in and triggered the alarm...
...a phone Stanfield left at home, connected to the alarm, would immediately be triggered and dial a preset phone number.
And that number was his own cell phone.
As long as he received the call, Stanfield could rush back immediately.
Because the warning system he set up had never been triggered before...
...Stanfield was very confident in his villa.
As it turned out, today he was destined to be shocked.
As soon as he arrived at the Drug Enforcement Bureau, Stanfield immediately felt that the atmosphere was a bit off.
Some of his colleagues—more accurately...
...a few early-arriving Detective Inspectors and senior agents seemed to be chatting about something with the Bureau Chief, who had also arrived early.
Seeing Stanfield's arrival, the group immediately dispersed, not even glancing at him.
He didn't pay much attention to this.
Within the Drug Enforcement Bureau, there were many who suspected Stanfield of secretly breaking the law while enforcing it.
But he usually acted discreetly enough and was willing to spend money to settle troubles.
Consequently, no one had been able to get a hold of any evidence until now.
After staying in his office for a while...
...just as his addiction struck again and Stanfield began to yawn incessantly...
...suddenly, the abrupt ringing of a phone drew his attention.
Picking up the phone, Stanfield caught a casual glimpse.
The next moment, his expression changed drastically.
"...It's the phone from home. Oh no, the warning device in the underground shelter has been triggered; someone has broken into my house."
"They not only discovered the underground shelter but even managed to break inside."
At the thought that most of the black money he had earned from drug trafficking over the years was hidden in that secret underground shelter...
...Stanfield didn't have time to wonder how the other party had discovered the shelter and successfully broken in.
He didn't even bother to grab his suit jacket, immediately bursting through the door and rushing toward the Drug Enforcement Bureau's parking lot.
Then he quickly got into his car; to return home as fast as possible, Stanfield even turned on the police siren and attached it to the vehicle.
Just like that, he ran over a dozen red lights in a row.
Stanfield rushed back home in a panic!
As soon as he arrived home, he found the front door wide open; clearly, a thief skilled in Lockpicking had broken in.
He hurried to the study and grabbed a submachine gun.
Then he quickly opened the underground shelter and walked in cautiously.
As it turned out, it took him a few minutes to enter the underground shelter.
Upon entering, Stanfield saw it immediately.
The shelter's thick steel door had also been opened by someone.
In the vast underground shelter, the hundreds of millions of us dollar in black money he had stored there had all vanished.
Even the several huge oak barrels of fine wine he had hidden in the underground shelter had disappeared as well.
In an instant, Stanfield felt a surge of rage rush to his head.
His eyes bloodshot, he wildly waved his arms, letting out angry roars.
At this moment, Stanfield was thoroughly enraged.
"No matter who you are, when I catch you, I'll make you regret ever coming into this world."
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