Chapter 1765: ?1 tragedy

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In a cold morgue, a man with a body as tall as a hill is looking down at the console in front of him. The pale light above his head makes his exhaled heat appear particularly obvious in the air.

The man lifted his hand to loosen his tie and squeezed his cane tightly, but there was no expression on his face, only a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

"My son is dead."

"Yes, it is......"

The managers of the morgue in the New York Autopsy Center looked trembling. Many people thought that the bald head was fat, but in fact, when he held the stainless steel console just now, he left a clear fingerprint on it.

"Who killed him?"

"I don't know! It's not me! I mean, I'm just a security guard, not a forensic doctor. I can only tell it is a gunshot wound."

The brawny man's white suit made a hissing sound of detachment. It was the thread at the shoulders and buttons, and broke free when the muscles were tight.

But he still stared blankly at his dead son, the little fat man, who was beaten like a rag doll.

As a leader on the road, there is no need for a security guard to explain to himself what is going on. Jin Wei can see that his son was shot in the back, and someone swept a 5.56 caliber shuttle at him from a close range. bullet.

What kind of person will do this to a child? Your enemy?

Obviously, it was only the first shot in the back of the head that killed Richard, so he was going to be beaten up. Is it to demonstrate for himself?

Jin Dong had been pressed to the brink of reason by anger, and even immediately wanted to mobilize manpower to kill all the suspects.

But he calmed down suddenly, he was not stupid, not only his current strength did not support fighting against so many families at the same time, but also there were many strange things about this matter.

He turned around and looked at the other table behind him.

It was a grayish black corpse after the blood was cleaned. It was very fat. The liquefied fat after death had flowed out of the bullet holes. The yellow liquid solidified on the morgue at low temperature, and a rotten smell was mixed. Inferior cosmetics, drugs mixed with the smell of body cleaners rushed to the face.

She was a black aunt who was at least sixty years old, with flower-like scars on the skin of her legs. Obviously, this was a common inferior prostitute on the street, or a sick one.

But the bullet holes on her body are mostly consistent with the bullet holes on her son. That is to say, at that time, his good son was lying on such an ugly and stinking woman and working hard. As a result, someone came to the bedside and condescendingly. People are killed.

It doesn't make sense at all. Let's not talk about Jin and have so many bodyguards for his son. Besides, he is only eight years old this year. How could he have access to prostitutes?

This is a trap from start to finish. Children are always entertaining. If the first taste of the forbidden fruit is even more irrelevant, the son should have taken the initiative to throw away the bodyguard and the prostitute tryst, and was caught by someone.

Then, whoever introduced the prostitute to him is the biggest suspect, and there is a high probability that an enemy can be found along this line.

The 5.56 caliber bullet is a military firearm. According to the impact point, the killer used an automatic rifle. It is still difficult to get that kind of thing in New York City. It is also a way to check along the line of arms.

But that is all about to be done, and now some people can be killed.

"Bulleye."

"Here, boss."

One night at the door, he was wearing sunglasses in the house, and a young man who flipped a toothpick between his fingers responded. His forehead was tattooed with a target-like concentric circle pattern.

Jin Bin took a deep breath, raised his hand to pull up the white sheet, and put it on the fat black woman, then turned to look at the rotten flesh of Richard, and said:

"Go and get rid of all my son's negligent bodyguards and make them clean."

The bullseye took off his sunglasses, put a toothpick into his mouth, and gave a quote:

"Tsk, two hundred thousand."

"Do it."

Jin did not feel the good intentions of the bullseye. He wanted to kill one hundred thousand people in the opposite direction, but now he has to kill an entire team of bodyguards before he receives a friendly price of two hundred thousand.

For a hired assassin, this has been done.

Each industry has its own rules. Although Jin Bin has a long-term employment contract with Bullseye, this individual is not his subordinate.

Mercenaries only work for money.

It's a pity that Jin didn't have the heart to express gratitude to the bullseye, but just squeezed out orders from his teeth.

The bullseye raised his **** frivolously to salute, turned and walked out of the morgue, leaving only Jinhe and the security guard, and there was a pile of rotten meat in silence.

Kim was not thinking, and the security guard seemed scared to speak.

After a long while, Jin He pulled up his son's body bag and put his big hand like a fan into the inner pocket of his suit.

"Don't kill me! I don't know anything! I heard nothing!"

The security guard thought that Jin was not going to kill someone. He was digging a gun, and he was so scared that he squatted on guard, and shrank into a ball next to the morgue, as if the cold ground and the metal box behind him could provide him with a sense of security.

However, Jin did not just take out the check, signed a check and threw it on the security guard:

"I don't need a gun at all to kill you, and I won't kill you. I don't know **** you. I pick up the check."

The security guard did it tremblingly. It was a check for ten thousand dollars, and he suddenly became excited and excited.

He raised his head questioningly, while the big boss just pulled the collar of his suit and stroked the sleeve where his shoulder was off the line:

"You are not allowed to say a word about what you saw and heard today. I have never been here. You need to take care of Richard's body. Except the police, if anyone visits him, you just write a check. The phone behind you, understand?"

The security guard clenched the check, blinked quickly, and kept nodding: "Understood, understood, thank you boss!"

Jin Ping glanced at the black body bag one last time, then turned and left without hesitation. He had to go home to tell his wife about the incident, and at the same time, he had to arrange an investigation.

The dead son cannot be resurrected, so we should let more people go with him~www.NovelMTL.com~ Jin Bin's huge body showed unreasonable agility. He walked with wind and disappeared into the morgue in the blink of an eye. At the door, only the spring door squeaked, constantly swinging back and forth.

The security guard stood up holding the check and carefully walked to the door to take a look. After confirming that the other party had left, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number:

"Boss? It's me. Kim Ho just came here. He started investigating who killed his son and looked very angry."

"..." Someone across the microphone said something.

Holding the mobile phone, the security guard walked quickly to the security room at the other end of the morgue. On the ground there, a security guard who looked exactly like him was lying on the ground with blood flowing all over the floor.

The other one of his vacant hands pulled up one leg of the corpse and dragged the person outside, drawing a wide red line crookedly on the ground.

"Yes, I understand that there will be a fire here tonight. What scorched corpses are in my place is..."