“We must’ve missed out on some very important details.” Bruce said firmly, “The message from Future Commander said that during the sting operation, the suspects were still continuously being silenced by someone. This means we haven’t found the superhuman with the power of the heartworms yet.”
Bruce’s hair was messy, and he no longer looked like his usual smart self. He paced back and forth in the conference room with the screens on the wall paused while he processed the clues.
Nearby, Scott said, “Why don’t you get some rest first? We’re only halfway through all the surveillance footage, so please don’t suddenly die before you’re done.”
Over the past four days, even the soldiers who were supporting Bruce’s work had already rotated shifts twice, yet Bruce remained on duty without taking a break. He ate and slept here in the conference room and did not even wash his face or brush his teeth. If one were to see him in his current state, they would never imagine how sharp he looked in the past.
However, Bruce did not even answer when Scott urged him to rest this time. He just lowered his head and continued thinking.
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