five minutes later.

George, Beckett and Esposito walked into the small conference room.

"Where did the surveillance video capture King?"

"Captain America's doorstep."

"What?"

"Captain America Memorial."

Esposito corrected his language, then sat next to the computer. After a while, he clicked on the important monitoring data just sent by the forensics department: "It's brought out."

George and Beckett looked directly at the screen.

Enter the eyes.

The surveillance installed at the entrance to the Captain America Steve Rogers Memorial Museum appeared directly on the screen. In the picture, King, wearing sunglasses, holding a gun in one hand and a phone in the other, appeared in the surveillance picture, looking up and expressionless.

He stared at the surveillance camera, and then, under the gaze of the surveillance screen, he slowly took off the sunglasses on his nose.

moment.

His face was no longer covered, and he showed his original appearance to the camera without any reservations.

man.

More than thirty years old.

White complexion.

Looks ordinary!

The next second.

King took off his sunglasses, raised his gun, and saw a flame appear on the screen, and then, snowflakes filled the entire screen.

Esposito said excitedly next to him: "Our people have already found the warhead over there at the surveillance station. After expedited matching, the forensics department has proven that the warhead is the same as the King's warhead we collected earlier.

It’s consistent.”

Beckett raised his eyebrows: "Great, Esposito, put the photo into the system and see if it can be recognized. By the way, send a copy of the photo to the Jersey City Police Department and ask them to help in the system.

Check it out inside."

Esposito stood up: "Copy that!"

soon.

Esposito left the meeting room.

Beckett then looked at George, who was frowning in thought after watching the surveillance, and said, "It seems that your guess is wrong. If this person is King, Hawke doesn't look like this person."

."

age.

appearance.

The average-looking thirty-year-old killer King looks nothing like the seventeen-year-old, prime-looking, and super-handsome Hawke pretending to be.

George didn't say anything, and just asked someone to play back the surveillance video again.

While watching the surveillance video again, George said to Beckett next to him: "Last night, I asked Hawke a question."

Beckett looked at George.

"What?"

"I asked him if he was the Killer King."

"...He answered yes?"

"No."

George shook his head: "I gave him a multiple-choice question, yes or no, and your reaction was that his answer was either yes or no, but he gave a third option."

"The third type?"

"He said, do you have any evidence?"

"this……"

When Beckett heard this, he frowned and looked at George: "Is there any problem? He is hostile to the police station. Such an answer is normal."

George shook his head: "And, precisely because he is my daughter's boyfriend, it is also precisely because he also knew that there was a killer coming to kill Jill and Gwen that night."

Beckett frowned: "Wait a minute, he knew, when?"

…
Chapter completed!