Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!

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.