Chapter 37 There is only one truth

"How is the on-site investigation going?"

"Except for a shell, there are no more clues."

The forensic department reported the situation, "I asked the neighbors nearby, and they didn't notice anything unusual. Only a hippie sleeping in the alley opposite said that he saw a demon with horns and covered in blood tonight."

"Demon?"

The sheriff in charge curled his lips.

What demon? It's probably an illusion caused by taking too many drugs.

He has seen many hippies like this, and he didn't take this clue to heart.

Gill, who was listening, didn't care either, and turned to ask about another topic.

"What about the surveillance video nearby? Did you find anything?"

"Surveillance video?"

The forensic department shook his head.

Don't be funny, such advanced equipment is only used in high-end wealthy communities.

In a neighborhood full of black guys like this, even if the city government is willing to spend a lot of money to install cameras, it will be dismantled and sold as scrap metal in a few days.

"No other information?"

The sheriff frowned.

It took half a day to investigate the scene, and finally found a shell.

No matter how you look at it, it seems a bit embarrassing.

The identification officer shrugged.

There is no way, there is no clue, and you can't ask him to make one up.

Well, it seems that this is not impossible...

But soon, the sheriff no longer has to worry about the progress of the case.

Because a call has been made to his mobile phone.

"Yes, it's me, I'm Richard, okay, I understand..."

After hanging up the phone, the sheriff's face was full of relief.

The call just now was from the FBI, telling him that the case was taken over by the FBI.

The sheriff was naturally happy to solve the troubles that bothered him.

Sure enough, not long after, a large number of FBI troops arrived.

They quickly surveyed the scene, learned information from the police, and left quickly again.

Compared with the New York Police Department, which knew nothing, the FBI obviously had more clues.

They just investigated another shooting site and confirmed the identity information of the deceased.

Like Lincoln now, they are all members of a criminal group and witnesses who will appear in court to defend the case.

Moreover, the wounds of the two bodies are highly consistent, and they were only shot in the forehead.

This means that the two cases are likely to be committed by one person.

After two witnesses were killed in succession, the FBI immediately deployed police forces to rush to the location of the third witness.

Trying to prevent the shooting from happening there and bring the killer to justice.

Behind the FBI convoy, a small silver car was following.

The sheriff decided to take the team home, but Jill decided to drive to follow.

The familiar shooting technique made her eager to know the identity of the murderer,

so she followed closely.

However, Jill also understood her identity as an outsider.

Therefore, she did not intend to intervene recklessly, but was only responsible for watching from the side. If the FBI really needed her help, she would certainly not stand idly by.

FBI, Jill, Daredevil, Tommy...

For a time, multiple groups of people gathered at the location of the last witness at the same time.

...

Malibu Bar.

Many people gathered outside the bar.

The theme of tonight was a masquerade, so everyone wore an exquisite mask on their face.

Tommy, who had been prepared for this, had already put on a homemade mask on his face and walked into the door of the bar.

Shortly after he entered, several other groups of people arrived one after another and mixed into the bar hall.

The lights in the bar were dim, the dance floor was crowded, and the music was noisy.

The third witness was a Russian. At this moment, he was not aware of the danger at all. He was hugging two beauties, hugging them left and right, so happy.

Tommy only took a glance and found the target on the booth.

He could have started now, but considering the problem of retreat, he started from the periphery and defeated the bodyguards in charge of guarding one by one.

No mistakes, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar!

The whole process was clean and neat, without a trace of dragging.

Before those bodyguards died, they fell silently without a groan.

In this chaotic environment, Tommy's behavior did not attract too many people's attention.

For a moment, he was like a person in an empty space, straightly opening a path and heading straight for the target on the list.

Just at this time, Daredevil finally arrived.

As soon as he stepped into the door of the bar, he frowned instantly.

For someone with sensitive senses like him, the huge noise in the bar is undoubtedly a huge torture.

And the smell of perfume on men and women, those various low-quality perfumes mixed, also strongly stimulated his nose, almost making him faint.

"Bad luck!"

The harder he tried to find the killer, the more he was harmed by the noise and perfume, which made him have a splitting headache and feel miserable.

In this situation, Daredevil's face suddenly straightened, and the sound of a bullet being loaded came clearly to his ears.

"No, be careful!"

There were too many people in the dance floor, and he could not move for a while. He could only remove a section from his crutches and turn it into a short stick to throw out.

But even if he reacted so quickly, he was still a step slower.

Before the pistol was knocked away by the short stick, a bullet had already left the barrel and flew out from the muzzle, hitting the center of the eyebrow with incredible accuracy, mercilessly taking the life of the third and last witness.

"Damn it! It was almost there!"

Although Daredevil couldn't see, he still had super sharp senses.

The witness who had lost his breath and heartbeat must be dead.

Without mentioning how much regret Daredevil had in his heart, Tommy turned around and left after succeeding.

Because of the deafening gunshot just now, the entire bar hall is now in chaos.

There were screams everywhere, and people were fleeing everywhere.

Daredevil picked up the short stick that he had thrown out, resisting the discomfort in his body.

At the same time, he also picked up the Glock 34 pistol that fell to the side.

This was the weapon the killer had just used, which could serve as proof of his crime.

Moreover, Daredevil has a special ability, his super sense of smell, which allows him to remember the smell left on the pistol and use it to track it.

But sometimes, people's luck is just so bad.

Daredevil had just picked up the pistol from the ground when the FBI broke in from the back door.

The chaotic dance floor, the turbulent crowd, the dead witness, Daredevil holding a pistol, and the bloody demon in the mouth of the hippies on the street...

Looking at everything in front of him, the captain of the action team seemed to have a flash of electricity in his mind, and he thought it through in an instant.

"I understand, there is only one truth! The Daredevil standing there now is the real culprit of the serial murder case tonight!"