soon.
It's dark.
A garbage truck drove slowly from the outside into the Brotherhood's textile factory, which looked like a castle from the outside.
Not long after.
A body was unloaded from a garbage truck.
Butcher's.
"Farke!"
"how come."
The repairman, the pharmacist, Firefox, and the newly minted killer Wesley stared at the butcher's body that was not only shot in the leg, but also in the chest, and even the eyebrow was shot. silence.
Cross... This is the rhythm of killing people.
Wesley said this in his heart, but he wanted to kill the cross with his own hands even more.
obviously.
Wesley believed that the butcher also died at the hands of the cross.
but……
A garbageman seemed to have thought of something. He took out a card from his arms and handed it to the factory director Sloan, who was expressionless and clasping his hands there: "Director, this was found next to the butcher's body."
Director Sloan took it.
Firefox and the repairman asked the three pharmacists to take a look.
The card is dark black.
Like a business card.
"Sin Notice"
"..."
"This is……"
"Texas Crime Hunter?"
"What crime hunter?"
Firefox looked at the confused Wesley and briefly introduced: "A killer who has become famous in the Texas killer circle in the past two years, codenamed Wushuang, is called a crime hunter by the police department because of the targets of his judgments. The characters are all guilty, especially those who like to give this card after killing someone. The name is unknown, the age is unknown, and even the gender is unknown. It seems that this Wushuang took action once in New York City a few days ago."
Firefox said the last words to the factory director Sloan.
only……
Why did this Wushuang suddenly focus on the butcher?
Fire Fox frowned and said, "What did the butcher go out to do today?"
The killer, who looked very much like a little Shou, and was indeed a little Shou in front of the butcher, glanced at Sloan and said to Firefox: "I'm going to carry out my destiny."
Firefox looked directly at Sloan.
Sloan raised an eyebrow.
ten minutes later.
Firefox got a piece of information in his hands.
By Locke Broughton.
"he."
Firefox looked at Locke's information, then looked at the textile cloth with Locke's name written on it, and the specially decrypted code book, and almost discovered the point at once: "He is the Wushuang Assassin?"
"What?"
The repairman looked at the photo. Locke, who was wearing a casual suit and looked very mature, but was actually only sixteen years old, felt a little ridiculous and laughed: "Firefox, he is only sixteen years old. Two years ago, the Wushuang Assassin was already Come out, that is to say, if this guy is a Wushuang Assassin, then the Wushuang Assassin will be fourteen years old when he kills for the first time?"
……Right.
Firefox glanced at the repairman, and after hearing the repairman's answer, he thought it was right.
"Moreover, Wesley died at the New Jersey Water Plant. I checked the cell phone signal of Rock Broughton. Today, he has been in New York City and has never left."
"That……"
"have no idea."
Factory Director Sloan looked a little unhappy.
The trouble caused by the cross has not been resolved yet, and suddenly another unparalleled assassin appears?
Why?
Using my fraternity as a springboard, ready to use my fraternity as a tool to get started in New York City?
at this time.
"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"
"..."
An employee who was both a killer intern and an employee, whose labor was exploited for free by Sloan, called: "The director of the factory, Chief George Stacey of the New York Police Department, and the Department of Justice of the Jersey City Police Department. Chief Lun wants to see you."
Sloan looked at Firefox who was holding Locke's information: "This fate will be left to you and Wesley to judge."
Firefox nodded.
soon.
Several people left one after another.
after awhile.
Sloan forced a smile on his wrinkled face, stood up, and shook hands with Chief George Stacey and Chief Colum who were brought in. The smile was similar to the polite words of a guest who was not well received.
As the largest police agency in the federal government, the New York Police Department has considerable say.
Put it this way.
Regardless of the fact that the FBI can investigate the entire federal government, just looking at the number of employees, the New York Police Department can completely defeat the FBI.
Elsewhere, the FBI can be pretty cool.
But in New York City?
The FBI's New York office is actually a little transparent. If you want to take a case, it doesn't depend on whether the FBI wants to take it, but on whether the NYPD is willing to give it.
The reason why George and Sheriff Coren are here is simple.
The cases overlapped.
Yesterday, the identity of the bastard who smashed Locke's car was identified.
Textile factory employees.
The body of the taxi driver was not brought back by the people from the textile factory in the afternoon. After all, after the people from the textile factory discovered it, the body of the taxi driver had already been brought back to the Jersey City Police Station.
same.
The taxi driver was also an employee of the textile factory.
Although for New York, New Jersey across the Manhattan River is a rural area, but the relationship between George and Sheriff Collen, the rich and powerful cowboy next to him, who is also from Texas, is quite good.
This is not...
After Coren spoke to him this afternoon, George felt keenly that there seemed to be some inevitable connection between the two.
There were some problems at the textile factory where the two men worked.
Originally, George planned to come here tomorrow, but thinking that he had promised his daughter yesterday that he would drive Gwen to Osborn Biotech for an interview tomorrow, and Coren had just come over to see him, he decided to come over first to find out the situation.
If there is really a problem, how about alerting the snake?
What?
dangerous?
hehe.
No one dares to confront the New York Police Department on New York soil.
The front, not the secret kind!
Not even the FBI.
Outside a textile factory.
Locke held a handful of Super Magnum in his arms and looked speechlessly at a police car parked in the open door of the textile factory.
Good guy.
"I was just about to open Wushuang, and my father-in-law came?"
"Nonsence!"
"George is hanging out so late at night, does Helen know?"
Locke was speechless.
He had just focused his sights on the employees of the textile factory, and was about to surround the corpses for reinforcements. As a result, just when he was about to pull the trigger, a police car arrived very coquettishly.
Take another look.
Oops!
George.
Locke's eyebrows twitched and he opened the safety to prevent the gun from going off and accidentally killing George in the textile factory.
but……
Why are there so few people in this fucking textile factory?
Locke put down the thermal imaging telescope in his hand and stared at the dozens of kittens in the textile factory. He raised his eyebrows and felt a little magical.
etc.
tomorrow……
Saturday?
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