Chapter 289: Global Chaos



People frowning, others waiting, some moving back and forth, scrutinizing the scene, others scribbling down words, and many taking pictures and videos of all they saw. 

And sure enough, the news reporters were all over the scene, wanting to try information out from anyone they saw passing by. 

There was police tape around the front region of the film with the mass gravesite on it. 

No one was permitted to ascend. 

"Sir! Sir! Can you tell us how much progress has been made?"

"Sir! Sir! Any news or leads as to who is a primary suspect for their kidnapping?"

"Sir! Sir! The viewers would like to know why your police forces haven't found anything yet. The viewers want to know why you are wasting their money." Taxpayers' money. 

"Sir! Sir!... Will your team feel ashamed if a foreign team cracks the case? My inside source says you guys haven't found a single blue yet. How can you call police officers if you can't find anything during this period?"

"Excuse me, sir!... Just one question."

"Sir!... Over here."

"Sir!... Sir with their mustache."

"The lady with the silver bun... One question, please."

...

As expected, the news reporters were ruthless, everyone wanting to squeeze information from these frustrated cops, even if it meant angering them. 

Hey... 

A good headline could sell thousands and sometimes millions. And the first company or people to break the news are dubbed the winners in this reporting business.

Some were taking in views and recordings to send to their bosses, while others were showing the news live and direct, from news channels to personal news and gossip bloggers, who came on their own. 

"This is Elizabeth Organ from the Bailey News World, coming to you live. It's been 2 days since the horrible incident happened, and there is no news from the police yet. Tom, what's your take on the matter?"

"I tell you, Elizabeth, I think it's tragic how these streamers got kidnaped... Their parents are aggrieved and want news now, but to talk of the countless fans praying for their safety."

"That's right. There are countless fans sending messages, showing their disappointment with the police. Such a rigorous search, with choppers and all sorts of heavy gadgets, was brought over. Yet, nothing has been found."

"Hmmm. Some can't say it's incompetence. Who knows if by now, our missing streamers are being fitted like dishes somewhere? Some say they want to sue the police if a single strand of hair is missing from their favorite streamers."

"That's right. It's said some foreign detectives already have leads. Yet, our country's police officers are still clueless. So isn't this the height of incompetence? Why can't they even find that slasher-faced man yet?"

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More tens, hundreds, and thousands of people watching the different news channels and personal blogging stations on V-tube, and other streaming platforms, were cursing at the prevalent police departments. 

A youngster eating peanuts threw it at his tv, cursing loudly. 

"A bunch of wastes!! If they don't find my goodess, I'll camp outside the police station and throw stones in their windows! Curse them all! I want my goddess found!"

The one scene was staged, as people left all over the country, and even abroad, were going gaga. 

Coincidentally, hundreds of Tv stations in many countries also reported the matter as global internet news.

It has been a long time since news of this nature has made the entire world actively curse.

In just these 2 days, the missing streamers had now reached great celebrity status, with the images circulated across the world. 

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If anyone sees them, quickly inform the police. 

Messages were passed like this in many countries. After all, who knows if the kidnappers wanted to traffic the missing streamers to a country abroad? 

This was a hot potato, and no country dared to be lax about this matter. 

In airports and seaports, people were checking the flowing passengers seriously. 

Like so, the news quickly followed and reported the dynamics of everything on the scene. 

And the more they did, the more the police felt their heads swell.

Those at the head couldn't take it anymore, letting the F.B.I and other drained people hop aboard the investigations.

These people came with sunglasses and arrogant demeanors, some also holding briefcases. 

They didn't speak, only showing their badges, before entering the scene and looking for clues. 

Maybe they too felt the police to be incompetent, not wanting to talk with people with lesser skills. 

Of course, it was a fact that the F.B.I training was superior to standard police training. 

Even with this case, many F.B.I agents secretly looked down on these regular cops.

They moved quickly, only giving these incompetent cops a brief cordial stare. 

Hmph! 

'Step aside and see how real masters work.'

The police investigation teams were boiling in fury but knew they couldn't say a thing. 

Everyone had distorted faces, also continuing their investigations. 

The superiors on top said they had to work together with these F.B.I people. 

This didn't mean it was a case handover. It simply meant the many superiors and country needed all hands on deck with this one.

"Well, what the hell are you staring at? Quickly! Get back to work!" The lead officer ordered before giving these arrogant F.B.I people a cold stare. 

He has never been fond of them. Every time he handed over a case to them to work alongside them, they treated him and his teams as lackeys and not equals. 

Heh. 

The lead officer sneered. 

He would like to see how far they can go, especially after they announced themselves so much. 

They allowed themselves to be interviewed, probably to calm the masses. 

And now, the people were happy the country sent highly skilled specialists like themselves over.

He hoped the victims would be found, either b his people or even foreigners, but not by these arrogant Agents!

But as they say, the bigger the expectations, the greater the disappointment.

Tch!

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