In the ward.

As the doctor said, when the anesthetic effect that was enough to numb ten people for the dose of the anesthetic just disappeared, Jeff Martin couldn't wait to wake up and pump the air conditioner.

pain.

The pain all over the body.

but……

Jeff would rather grin and suck the air conditioner there, and refuse any doctor to give him anesthetics.

"You don't know at all."

Jeff looked at George, who was walking in, grinned and gasped, saying, "What does it feel like in the world? I have been to hell, and there, it feels so bad."

Ashes were falling from the sky all the time.

Every breath is filled with the strong smell of sulfur.

Jeff was still scared: "Don't give me anesthetics, I feel that I'm fine, the pain, let me enjoy, let me know that I'm still alive."

George laughed: "Old guy, you are not young anymore. Just let young people try that kind of fresh stuff. We have passed the stage of tasting new things. If you want to hurt, just go to the boxing gym to experience it, and you can also make extra money."

One profession is the detective's human sandbag, but it is very popular.

It is estimated that someone will spend a hundred dollars to make some of Jeff’s sandbags.

Jeff laughed like a gong and drum, then cried out in pain, covered his chest and grinned: "The person who killed me was not an unparalleled assassin, in fact, he saved me."

While he was walking on the magma road, preparing to walk towards the magnificent palace ahead, suddenly, he felt a rope tied up on his body, and then, like fishing, he was pulled straight and whistling, and the pictures around him seemed to have regressed instantly.

When he felt it again, he found that he was already in the dissection room, and his body was lying on the dissection table, and next to it was an unparalleled assassin wearing sunglasses, suit and ties, grabbing his mouth and filling some kind of potion.

Jeff could feel that the reason he could come back was because of the potion.

George nodded as Jeff said he was clearing the name of the Wushuang Assassin: "I know."

The Notice and the test results of the forensic department have been released.

Fake and shoddy.

So far, no matching materials were found for the several unparalleled assassin notices kept in the New York Police Department's Forensic Section, and even a similar material was not found.

But although the two notices this time are not ordinary materials, they can be distinguished.

"Who is the murderer?"

"Feel sorry."

Jeff shook his head: "He was wearing a mask, a lightning-style mask. I didn't catch that mask until I died."

Not until death...

Jeff felt strange when he said this.

He was not dead, but he knew very well that he had died once.

Jeff thought in his heart, then looked at George in the room and Locke who came in with Gwen, and said, "But he is an addict, he is not old. If he hadn't attacked me from behind, I wouldn't have given him a chance to take action. It might have been something we had arrested."

“How to say it?”

"He hated us very much, otherwise he wouldn't have died before I could have stabbed me so many times."

“…”

Jeff's death was caused by shooting, and the injuries on his body were not allowed before he burped.

As for why it is an addict?

The New York Police Department has dealt with addicts too many times. Even if it is only used once, if forty-eight disappearances are not released, it can be known at just one glance.

“By the way.”

Jeff seemed to have thought of something, and looked at George: "At that time there was a homeless man in the alley, and he didn't find him."

George frowned: "Rabbit? No."

Jeff said: "A homeless man was there at that time. If he found him, he might be able to find that damn guy."

George quickly called a police officer and asked him to tell Kate and Jason who were leading the police officers out to search the carpet.

Locke was standing by the side without saying a word.

He originally thought he had entered a dead end, but unexpectedly, the flowers were bright.

tramp.

Isn't that Powelli King's territory?

Let's say so.

In New York City, all the pigeons are 50% of them, all of which are Powell King's pigeons. At the same time, Powell King is also one of the partners of mainland hotels, controlling most of the homeless people in New York.

Just then.

A police officer walked in from outside with a nervous look on his face and looked at George in the room: "Sir, the police officer was shot in the Fifth Street in the Lower East Side, and the notice also appeared."

George was slightly stunned.

Locke was also like Gwen, with a disbelief expression.

Wow wow wow wow!

A police car and an Audi R8 drove into the fifth in the Lower East Side, and received it. An alley on the other side of the street was undoubtedly surrounded by a cordon.

get off.

George, who was in the police car in front, got out of the car and walked towards Locke and Gwen who were parked behind and got off the Audi R8, frowned: "Don't you tell me not to come?"

Gwen got out of the car and said, "Dad, this must be another imitation crime."

Whether it is evidence or Jeff's confession, it shows this.

The Wushuang Assassin seemed to have noticed the case here. Although he did not come forward, he still rescued Jeff and asked Jeff to tell them that this matter was not done by him.

George said directly: "This is the crime scene. We cannot be sure of this before the evidence comes out. Okay, hurry back to the hospital and accompany your mother."

As he said, George walked towards the cordon, pointed to Gwen and Rock, and said to the patrolman over there, "Don't let these two people come in."

The patrolman nodded.

Since Jeff was confirmed to die yesterday, the police forces of the entire New York Police Department have directly formed a large network of sky-blocking networks, starting from the alley where Jeff died as a starting point.

One by one.

House after house.

complaint?

When the Ministry of Internal Affairs faces the shooting of the police officer, any complaints against the police station are considered to be unseen. They are already looked down upon by their colleagues. If they do something at this time, it will not be a problem of being looked down upon.

As for when to stop?

Such behavior depends on when the murderer is shot or caught. If necessary, even if such behavior is spread to cities around New York City, the New York Police Department will do it.

Ms. Casey even posted a press conference overnight last night condemning the case and told the media that the New York Police Department would seize the murderer at all costs.

but……

At present, their murderer has not yet caught him, and he has lost one more person.

Half an hour ago, a male police officer who was responsible for searching for this area and looking for any clues about the shooting suddenly lost contact. When he realized something was wrong, he was already lying in a pool of blood in the alley.

Locke and Gwen stood outside the cordon and looked into the alley.

George held a notice in his hand.

but……

This time it was handwritten.

I thought you came prepared.

Locke laughed in his heart, and George over there also understood and signaled the area with his hands to Kate next to him and Jason who arrived.

Obviously.

This time, the murderer who pretended to be an unparalleled assassin did not come prepared, but suddenly took action. There was only one reason for this. He was discovered by the policeman, or in other words, what kind of clues were discovered by the policeman.

soon.

A police officer who had entered the trash can stood up from the trash can, holding a wallet.

Locke looked at him and saw a part of the photo in the wallet.

Jeff Martin's wallet.

It is a full 2 ​​km away from the alley where Jeff Martin was killed.

Gwen, who was standing next to him, took out the phone he had been thinking about, and the ding ding kept ringing.

"Locke, look at the grade group."

"Um?"
To be continued...