Chapter 331 Old Morgan's suppressed anger, the terrifying power of the top financial group

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K was holding the phone in one hand, looking at the news about New York Port captured by the script in front of him.

He was surrounded by old furniture, and it was not as luxurious as he thought. This was an unremarkable remote apartment in New York.

It was obviously a residence specially chosen by K in order to reduce attention as much as possible.

In other words, this apartment was originally the property of the poker organization, used to conceal the whereabouts of the organization members and hide for a short period of time.

only.

There was no need to use it before. The poker organization was perfectly hidden in the gray area of ​​​​the United States and has not been discovered so far.

After all, in the United States, where guns, drugs and gang culture are rampant, there really aren’t many police and officials to take care of those gray area businesses and organizations.

Even if there are so many homeless people in the city center, why would they be willing to spend time managing those gray areas?

In the captured news, you can clearly see...

The entire New York Port was blocked by the Morgan Consortium. Only staff and related personnel of the Morgan Consortium were allowed to enter to unload cargo and maintain the minimum operation of the port.

The Morgan consortium has also hired dozens of divers, who are constantly looking for something on the seabed.

As someone who knew the inside story and even helped J deal with Lan Cai'er and concealed important clues, K naturally knew what this meant.

...

When I saw the other end of the phone, there was no immediate response.

K couldn't help but frown, and then continued to talk without hesitation.

"J."

"The ghost has already informed the Dragon Kingdom police about what Lan Cai'er knows, and has most likely handed over the video."

"Although it is still uncertain to what extent the Dragon Kingdom police have contacted old Morgan."

"But now... I think you should know the news about the blockade of New York Port, right? It means that within a short period of time, old Morgan will know that his grandson has been killed."

"In this case, you will face the furious old Morgan later. Now is not the time for you to hesitate."

"Even if you want to destroy or move little Morgan's body now, it's already too late. What's more, diving into the bottom of New York Harbor to find a sack is not a trivial matter."

“If you want to ensure that nothing happens to you, just do what you’re told.”

"A fire is enough to get you out of the clutches of the Morgan consortium and the American police in a short period of time."

Hear these words.

J on the other end of the phone finally said in pain with a hoarse voice.

"Brother K."

"I don't care if the nightclub that I have been running for many years is destroyed, but if I can save my men, they are all my brothers, I really can't do it..."

Not finished yet.

J suddenly stopped talking, as if he had made up his mind.

"Brother K."

"I will find you as quickly as possible now."

"I can get to your apartment in half an hour, no, twenty minutes. Let's talk in person. There are some things I need to talk about in person."

Regarding J’s indecision.

K obviously showed some displeasure, and was subconsciously planning to tell J not to come over to avoid exposing his position.

Suddenly he thought...J was his brother in the poker organization, not a butcher or a priest.

If you don't even agree to his request to meet, then you seem to be a little too heartless, and the current situation should not be that bad, so he sighed helplessly.

"Okay, then come over."

"But I want to tell you in advance that my mind will not change. This is all necessary to protect you and destroy the evidence."

After saying that.

K immediately hung up the phone.

I browsed the latest news from New York Port twice more, thought carefully for a few seconds, and judged the general situation.

He got up and went to the old cupboard, took out a bottle of high-end red wine that J specially prepared for him, and placed two goblets on the table.

Pour some red wine, close your eyes and relax.

Let your mind be in a calm state, waiting silently for J's arrival.

...

→

This moment.

During a salvage operation in New York Harbor.

As the sack, already covered with green seaweed, was scooped up.

And as soon as it was opened, a skeletal arm that was basically completely corrupted and turned dark gray by the sea water was revealed, and the atmosphere became heavier and suffocating.

Especially the high-end mechanical watch on the wrist, which made everyone present understand that this corpse was probably little Morgan.

Because that watch is worth a lot of money, at least millions of dollars. It is really not a luxury item that ordinary people can afford.

Old Morgan's mood was very stable and he was not as angry as he thought.

During the search for more than half a year, he still had hope at first, but later he became more and more aware that the possibility of finding his grandson alive was getting lower and lower.

Now.

Already, I just hope to get an exact result, whether he is alive or killed, and where the body is.

You want to see people when you are alive, and you want to see corpses when you are dead.

But no matter what the final result is, Old Morgan is ready... to make the murderer pay the heaviest price.

No one.

No one in this world can provoke the Jewish consortium in this way without paying a price.

Take a deep breath.

Old Morgan walked to the sack with a gloomy face, stared at the situation in the sack, and ordered without question.

"Open it."

"Open the whole sack."

As soon as the voice fell.

The salvage personnel standing next to him did not dare to hesitate at all, for fear that they would be angry with Old Morgan if they were a little slow.

The huge Morgan Consortium was definitely not something they could provoke.

As the salvage personnel took out a sharp dagger and further cut a big hole in the sack, many stones and iron blocks piled at the bottom were clearly visible.

Then, among the body parts and iron blocks, there was also a detached skull. It could be clearly seen that there were some cracks and holes on the skull, which was obviously beaten and abused before death.

This scene.

Made Old Morgan clench his fists hard, and his face became more and more gloomy.

At the same time, although the high-end luxury clothes had been soaked in water for more than half a year, the shape and gray color could still be vaguely seen.

The secretary standing next to old Morgan was in a daze, secretly worried about the American police.

As old Morgan's secretary, he knew very well... this set of clothes was what young Morgan wore before he disappeared, so the identity of the body was further explained.

Although old Morgan seemed calm now, he was probably furious and would definitely use his own energy to pressure the police to find the murderer as quickly as possible.

The police couldn't do it.

Then put pressure on those political parties, old Morgan could definitely do it.

At this time.

Old Morgan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to the salvage personnel, and said in a low voice.

"Give me the dagger."

This request made the big guys stunned.

But they didn't dare to resist at all, and then quickly pointed the tip of the knife at themselves, and carefully presented the dagger with both hands.

Although he was very old, old Morgan was still very tough.

Under the gaze of the crowd, he took the dagger handed over by the salvage personnel, pulled up the white hair on his head, and gently cut off a bunch of it.

He threw the dagger on the ground, handed the white hair to the secretary beside him, and said coldly.

"Do a DNA test, I want to know the preliminary results in three hours."

"Then, let the New York Police Commissioner come to the Morgan Building immediately, I need him to give me a reasonable explanation."

After that.

Old Morgan turned around expressionlessly and walked straight out of New York Harbor.

He already knew the truth roughly, so there was no point in staying here. Making the murderer pay the most painful price was the most important thing at the moment.

The weather over New York Harbor was a little gloomy at the moment, and the sky seemed to be covered with a layer of dark clouds.

Old Morgan walked away slowly, his back was not hunched at all, but he straightened his back, his steps were firm, and his eyes were full of cold and suppressed anger...