When the two arrived at the scene, the hotel for food and accommodation was now surrounded by the FAC's rapid response team. As soon as the two got out of the car, they smelled a strong smell of blood.
"Thirty-seven people died, and 23 people were seriously injured. Among the sixty people, not even one person was slightly injured. These gangsters are really ruthless."
"The syndicate's gang problem is the result of the connivance of New Town councilors, but normally gang conflicts will only be limited to gangs."
Generally speaking, conflicts between gangs will not affect so many civilians. This is not because gangs have any moral principles, but because civilians are the source of their protection fees. Anyone who is not a fool will not do this.
When they arrived at the floor where the fire occurred, Kyle saw a red carpet covered with shoe prints, blood-stained fake flower petals, and a heart-shaped balloon ring that was mostly broken.
The scene of the crime was actually a wedding scene. However, the gangsters suddenly rushed into the venue and started shooting. Most of the civilians who were caught off guard were killed and injured, resulting in this tragic scene.
Thirty-seven people were lying on the scene, and the twenty-three people were carried to the Bian'an Clinic for emergency treatment. Therefore, there was no one to collect the bodies for the time being, so they could only let them lie on the ground like this.
"No matter what, the gangsters who caused this tragedy are unforgivable."
Nightingale stepped forward and closed her eyes for a flower girl. The anger in her heart made her tremble slightly, and her response voice became much colder.
"I will go to Kestrel to post a wanted notice. I believe the gangsters will understand our attitude."
Kyle looked at the position where the body fell to the ground and the various weapons on the ground, and asked the FAC team member responsible for sealing off the scene:
"Have you moved the bodies and weapons since you arrived?"
"No, sir. We only carried away the seriously injured."
After hearing such an answer, Kyle said nothing, with a cold expression, just thinking about something quietly.
"Is that person the problem?"
Nightingale noticed that Kyle squatted down and stared at a certain corpse, as if he had discovered something.
"That man has a smartphone in his pocket, and the brand-new submachine gun in his hand looks like a high-end product he just bought. This wedding may not be the original target of the attack. This gang leader who is not wearing formal clothes is in the wrong place. Time, appeared in the wrong place. Or——"
"Or maybe he just wanted to use these civilians as a shield, but he didn't expect that the gangs who were chasing him were also a bunch of mad dogs."
The people at the wedding were probably involved in a gang chase. It was a group of gangsters who were chasing a gang cadre of another gang. During the fight, innocent people were affected, which finally led to this. A tragedy.
"Now we have to find out who the gangster is."
"But the cadre had no tattoos, and his identity could not be found in the database. His smartphone was also pierced by bullets."
It is difficult to figure out a person's identity in the Syndicate, because people here will not obediently go to the Public Security Bureau to enter their fingerprints and appearance. In other places, there are only a few gangsters, but in the Syndicate, they are basically all Black households. It's outrageous enough that he needs tattoos to identify his gang, but now the man who can burn three pounds of bullets after being cremated doesn't even have one.
"Then let's start from the perspective of firearms. The one he has will definitely cost a lot of money. If we find the black dealer who sells weapons, we should be able to determine his identity."
Nightingale stared hard, unloaded the magazine of the submachine gun on the ground and put it into the evidence bag. This clue was in the hands of MBCC. Naturally, it was impossible to post notices at the Kestrel, but it could be done. Go there and find out if there are any black merchants in this area who specialize in selling arms.
"Let's go, there are no valuable clues at the scene. Now is the right time to go to Kestrel and ask, but it would be great if the seriously injured people on the other side can provide testimony."
Although there were twenty-three witnesses to the wedding shooting at the scene, they were all in extremely dangerous condition. It was not known whether they could be saved, let alone questioning.
So the two decided to go to Kestrel first to find the arms dealers operating nearby, at least to determine who the killed gang leader was.
The two people who were concerned about the case left quickly, completely unaware that there was another person standing behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains that were dyed dark red with blood. She kept listening to the conversation between Kyle and Nightingale, making sure that they had already After leaving, she did not leave from the elevator or stairs, but opened the window on this floor.
"Early, our friends helped us find clues. We must first find the guy selling guns and find out the news about the dead gang cadres from him."
"Understood...Zoya, how is Olga?"
"She was shot through the body by three bullets and can no longer help us wash the car."
"Really, I know. I'm going to send people to find those black dealers selling guns."
Zoya walked out from behind the floor-to-ceiling curtains and picked up the little girl whose eyes were closed by the nightingale. There was no sadness or joy on her face. She just gently held her and stood on the window sill, and then jumped directly.
"Oliga, let's go home."
boom!
The FAC team members stationed at the door of the hotel looked at Zoya in surprise and saw the spider web-like cracks under her feet.
"That woman! Did that woman just jump down from the building!?"
"How is this possible! She doesn't look like anything is wrong!"
"Wait, she seems to be holding something! Stop! Stop!"
Before anyone in the FAC could react, the smoke raised by Zoya obscured her figure, and she walked away in front of the entire team.
When the smoke dissipated, the people in this team only saw the deep pits and cracks left in place, but there was no trace of the person who just jumped from the building. This horrific experience left them all so frightened that they even forgot to notify Kyle.
And Kyle and the others quickly bought information about the arms dealer from the Kestrel Club, especially after learning that there was an arms dealer called "Wrench" who specialized in selling high-end firearms. Kyle led MBCC's own search team to investigate Wrench. The scope of activities was searched.
"Warden Wayne! Adjutant Nightingale! This way!"
The two came to a corpse. The unlucky guy's crotch was wet. The mark on his throat could be inferred that someone had strangled his neck severely and finally had his neck broken.
"Kyle, he is Wrench. The photo in Kestrel's intelligence is exactly the same as this man."
Damn it!
Kyle checked the body temperature of the wrench. After knowing that the body was still warm, he understood that either someone killed someone and silenced it, or someone got there first.
