Chapter 1522: Shot seven times, judged to be suicide(2/2)
Jingle bell——
The moment the gunfire rang out, the alarm bells blared on the floor where the detention room was located.
At the same time, all access control inside the floor is locked, and the fingerprints, voice control, and access card permissions of internal personnel are also locked and invalid.
As a violent organization, the Bureau of Investigation has of course previewed the possibility of someone coming to the headquarters.
Although from a rational point of view, anyone with a normal mind would probably not do this.
However, when the Investigation Bureau headquarters was established, special preparations were made in this regard. Whether it was a force attack or a lurk, there were special plans.
After all, people who can do such things are often irrational.
Of course, such people cannot be evaluated with normal thinking.
Therefore, many of the investigation bureau's access control systems have special settings. As soon as an alarm occurs, they will be automatically blocked. All personnel need to be re-identified, and then their identities will be checked one by one to find out the infiltrated enemies.
Especially because of the existence of the detention room on the 14th floor, and the fact that the people investigated by the Ministry of Internal Affairs are all members of the Bureau of Investigation, they are often very familiar with the layout of the headquarters, or can use their identities to find or arrange loopholes.
Therefore, after an alarm occurs on the 14th floor, everyone's permissions will be instantly locked to ensure that no loopholes will appear, and people will be directly trapped in a urn to catch turtles.
However, when the support force arrived, they advanced step by step. When they arrived at the innermost detention room, there was no other person at the scene except Rosen, who was lying in a pool of blood and dying.
Instead, there was an empty pistol lying on the ground in the corridor outside.
"The window is open."
A heavily armed special agent looked at the surrounding environment and quickly discovered that a window next to it was open.
"Are you trying to say that people escaped through the windows? Get rid of it. This is the fourteenth floor, and everything outside is made of smooth glass."
Another special agent shook his head disapprovingly.
The reason why the Investigation Bureau chose the detention room on the fourteenth floor was naturally because they considered whether prisoners or enemies could attack from the outside.
But the entire perimeter of the headquarters building is made of smooth glass, with no place to stay.
"Unless the other party is Spider-Man."
Finally, the agent muttered.
"Then why do you think people are missing?"
The agent who suspected that someone had escaped from the fourteenth-floor window looked unconvinced at the agent who denied his statement.
"This is not simple. This guy was shot seven times and there was no second person at the scene. It was natural for him to commit suicide."
The agent was not surprised at all by his accomplice's dissatisfaction, and he answered the other's questions matter-of-factly.
"You're kidding about suicide, the gun is still outside."
The special agent who was already doubtful suddenly felt even more incredible. He looked at the pistol that was thrown in the corridor, and then at Rosen's body lying on his back.
He didn't even need a forensic doctor or a weapons expert to examine him. With just his superficial knowledge, he was sure that the bullet holes in Rosen's body could not have been made by himself.
"Is that brat thinking about which evidence is incomplete again?"
The two agents were obviously old acquaintances. Seeing each other's silence, the agent who suggested that Rosen committed suicide immediately guessed what the other was thinking.
"Of course, judging from the bullet holes"
The unconvinced special agent was indeed very young, so he still wanted to argue.
But the special agent who proposed suicide waved his hand: "Okay, that's because you have little knowledge. When you see the guy who was shot eight times in the back and was also judged to have committed suicide, you will know that this is nothing."
As the special agent said this, he already took the initiative to walk outside.
Because special agents wear hoods when operating, in order to prevent the enemy from sneaking up on them and leaving in their clothes, only two people came in in the first batch.
After the two of them went out, confirmed their identities, and confirmed that there was no fourth person inside, other people went in to check.
"It's definitely a suicide."
Half an hour later, the forensic doctor who hurried over walked around the body, answered a few more phone calls, and signed the certificate directly.
The result of the forensic judgment was exactly the same as that of the old special agent.
When the young special agent heard the forensic doctor's words, he opened his mouth in confusion, but since he was chosen as a special agent, he naturally understood the basic rules.
So even though he was full of doubts, he didn't ask directly.
He just turned his attention to the old secret agent, and had already made up his mind to invite him to the club in the evening, and then learn some more useful knowledge.
"Rosen is dead, or committed suicide. Well, I understand. There is no need to call and wake me up for such a trivial matter."
Zhang Pin, who was sleeping, received a call from Warren, replied nonchalantly, and then fell asleep.
"He also said that he was not injured in the car accident. Look, you are bruised here. I will rub some medicinal wine on you. Just bear with it. It may hurt a little. Just touch mine."
Beside Zhang Pin, Aling lifted up Zhang Pin's pajamas and saw a few scratches on his back, with a piece of skin falling off. She felt distressed and found him medicinal wine, then rubbed it and wiped it for him.
Even because he was worried that the medicinal wine would cause pain to Zhang Pin's wound, he even asked Zhang Pin to hold his snow-white penis.
"Well - it does hurt a little, please be gentle." A Ling warned Zhang Pin while applying medicine.
Chapter completed!