"Hell?"

There are no figures on the lawn. Except for the corpse that looks like a human, which doesn't look like a human, it's empty, just like the night now.

George and Beckett next to him couldn't help but look at each other.

Just then.

On the lawn, the huge body, as if it was shrinking very much, returned to a height of two meters within the acceptable range of humans with a sound.

Several bold police officers looked at each other, then expanded their formation and ran towards the lawn and inside the manor.

"Shet!"

After a police officer cooperated to open the body, he couldn't help but curse, and shouted at George and Beckett, who had temporarily put away the guns, "Sir."

George and Beckett walked over, and when their eyes fell on the corpse on the lawn, they couldn't help but be stunned.

Jinbing!

At this moment, Jin Bing, who had returned to normal body, was bleeding from his seven orifices, staring at his eyes angrily, and was dead. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as miserable.

and……

But when a police officer tried to move Jinbing, the sound of water was very clear.

"Um?"

The police officer was slightly stunned. After finding that the sound of water came from Jin Bing's head, he couldn't help but look up at George: "Sir?"

George frowned: "Come back."

The policeman nodded.

Half an hour later.

George and Beckett stood at the door of the main building of the manor, in front of them, on the lawn, brightly lit.

The two of them looked solemn.

Nothing else!

All dead.

Even the Tibetan mastiffs in the backyard, which are said to be imported from the East, were strangled.

Not to mention the others scattered in the manor.

There is no way to keep the chickens and dogs in the true sense.

George felt an inexplicable pleasure for such a result. After all, the results of blood DNA just now and the fingerprint comparison results have been made in a hurry.

Bulleye Leicester's.

And George had seen Leicester Bulley during the day. After all, Leicester was next to Kim Bing at that time, which almost proved something that he suspected was right.

Well dying!

Deserve it!

George thought in his heart, thinking that this damn Jin Ge actually sent someone to harass his daughter, and even tried to kill his daughter. He was feeling happy when he looked at Jin Ge who was put into the body bag.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised.

Becket next to him frowned.

but……

Next second.

George's face became solemn.

It's good for Kim to die.

That's right.

but……

Jin Bian Hang...

New York City is going to be in chaos.

George took a deep breath, as if he had seen the city of New York that was completely in chaos after the sun rose.

Admittedly.

Jin Bing protects himself very well. There is no direct evidence to Jin Bing at all. However, there is another important reason why Jin Bing can truly be safe and sound.

New York City never cares about how powerful the dark side is, as long as the dark side follows the basic rules.

And when Jin Bing was alive, he never broke this rule.

so……

at the moment?

Jin Bing died, let alone New York, I'm afraid that the entire East Coast gangsters will be completely restless.

Just then.

Krystal Devof also walked out of the police car, looked at George with a solemn face, frowned, walked to George, and whispered: "What's going on?"

Although she also wanted to take gold.

But it is definitely not now, nor in this way.

The strategy she and George formulated was to cut sausages, first take away the peripheral gangs centered on gold little by little, and wait until the end, then take the gold one to a pot, so that the turmoil was minimal.

"You killed?"

“…”

George looked at the no one around, quietly surprised Kry Devov, who was talking to him like this, glanced at Beckett with a suspicious expression on his face, and was slightly stunned: "Am I that kind of person?"

Krye Devov shook his head: "No."

"Thanks."

"But, we're talking about Gwen."

"……What?"

Krystal Devov looked at George: "Kim Bing almost sent someone to kill Gwen. You're afraid you're not so angry that you're going to explode. We know you very well. If you sent someone to do it, it's okay, you can say that Beckett and I will keep the secret for you."

Beckett recalled the smile on George's lips just now, and seemed to confirm something: "You really did it?"

George was speechless: "I'm sick."

Krystal Devov shrugged: "It's not you, who else can it be. Jin Bing sent someone to kill Gwen, and Jin Bing asked the whole door. Who else can it be besides you? It can't be Locke."

George: "…"

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