Chapter 352: : make waves again

After about four or five minutes, the director finally came back.

Maybe it was a psychological effect, Everett always felt that the BOSS seemed to be looking at him a few times.

"Ahem..."

The director who returned to his position did not take a seat, but stood and swept across the crowd, "The FBI took over this matter. From now on, we will not investigate any details and parties involved in the villa bombing." Everett said.

This kid is not stable.

"Then this security case." Someone raised his hand and asked.

"Do you want to give your bowl to a beggar?" The chief stared at him, but then shrank his head. He hurriedly looked outside the door, and waved his hand anxiously after finding no one, "The meeting is over!"

Everett and his partner were about to walk outside without saying a word, but the chief stopped him and asked him to wait.

The partner winked at him, and after giving him a self-seeking expression, walked out of the office following the flow, not forgetting to close the door thoughtfully.

The director pressed his hand towards Everett and motioned him to sit down, "How long have you been here?"

"Five...five years."

"It's time to change places."

"what!?"

Everett didn't know what it meant, raised his head, and his right eyebrow began to twitch.

"There is a lack of a sheriff in the town of Bambino, so go there."

Then he stood up and left without waiting for the other party to speak. Everett came back to his senses, shouted, and stretched out his hand to grab the other party, but he dodged it and left quickly.

Everett sat slumped on the chair, clutching his hair tightly, in disbelief.

I am being...

Exiled?

He is also pitiful enough, he can't even say a **** thing.

From the J bureau in a big city to the sheriff in a small town, it seems that the power has increased, but many incomes have decreased!

And, who knows what's going on in the town.

The partner sneaked back again, looked at Everett who was scratching his head, sat next to him, hooked his shoulders, and said in a relaxed tone, "Hey, buddy, is there something good for you to do? Bring How about me together?"

Everett turned his head, his eyes were scarlet, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I'll talk to the director later, and bring you with me!"

Why does this seem to be wrong?

The partner also felt that the script was wrong, so he put down his hand angrily, and dusted off the non-existent dust on the other's shoulders, smiled awkwardly, and pointed outside, "Someone called me, I'm going to take a look."

When the news that Everett was dispatched to the small town, it was obvious that there was an uproar in Bureau J.

He has been here for a long time, and he can be regarded as a general. Although his face is usually dark, he is not bad. Although some people think it is a pity, no one stood up to question the boss, why!

Sometimes, it's good to be a melon-eating crowd.

They looked at Everett who was tidying things up. The entire J bureau was silent, and those who knew the news were bowing their heads to communicate with each other.

This guy is just unlucky, he was taken as the blame, the outside public opinion puts too much pressure on Bureau J, now he can only throw out a person with weight, who made Everett the first to arrive at the villa What about the police?

Reality is so helpless sometimes.

"Do you need my help?" The partner came over and asked, holding a potted plant in his hand.

"You work hard." Everett glanced at him and said with a smile, but the smile was inevitably a little bitter. He raised his head, glanced at the police station, and was about to leave with his things in his arms, but suddenly heard a voice There were hurried footsteps, obviously flustered, everyone looked in the direction of the sound, the director hurried out of the office, "Criminal team follow me."

This is a big deal!

He walked to Everett and stopped, "You come too."

The latter's face was overjoyed for a moment, he hurriedly put down the things in his hands, and nodded heavily.

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Ferdinand is dead!

The last murderer in the villa attack was killed in the prison bathroom.

When Everett and others arrived, the scene had not been moved. As soon as they entered the bathroom, they saw several people standing inside, and the smell of blood was still strong in the air. The filth came out, maybe it took a long time, and it all dried up.

"You are here, then this place will be handed over to you." Marvell said in a tired tone.

He was also furious in his heart, and was about to turn Ferdinand into a tainted witness, but now he died. It was like a slap in the face, but he understood better that his death was not simple!

I'm afraid it was done by someone inside the prison.

Of course, this is just his guess, and Marvell can't tell others that this guess is always guesswork, and Ferdinand is also a dead man.

"Leave it to us, but who was the first to see his body?"

"A prison guard who is taking a bath, went to the bathroom." Marvell replied.

The director nodded and winked at Everett, and they went up to do a professional inspection on the corpse. After about ten minutes, the latter stood up, rubbed his numb legs and feet, and put a disposable He took off the gloves, and said to the boss with a serious face.

"It has been more than an hour since his death. The wound was a puncture wound on the neck, the main artery was ruptured, and some white residue was found under the corner of his mouth, which was preliminarily determined to be flour. Moreover, we found that there was an obvious wound on his left little finger. It should have been scratched during the fight, so it can be concluded that it was a homicide, and the forensic doctor needs to do an autopsy to be more specific."

The chief nodded, satisfied with Everett's drive.

But sometimes, it's not the one with the strongest ability that can stand out the most.

Who made his skin color and background easy to bully?

Of course, he still has to be used now, and the director patted him on the shoulder to encourage him. "Put the body in a body bag and carry it to the car."

He walked out of the bathroom and saw Marvell standing outside smoking a cigarette. The latter saw him too, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and threw a cigarette at him, "How is it?"

"It was preliminarily determined that it was homicide. Does he have any enemies in prison?"

"I think everyone is his enemy." Marvell smiled helplessly, and recounted the previous conflict in the gymnasium. The director was obviously surprised, and then frowned, "That means someone killed him, there is a camera ?"

In fact, in 1991, only the main computer room of the Cambridge University Computer Research Center had a coffee pot, and scientists from other rooms often went to the main computer room only to find that the coffee was gone. In order to solve the problem of running in vain while pouring coffee, scientists Fraser and Paul had a crazy idea: assemble a device that can monitor the coffee pot in the main computer room.

They first pointed a Philips camera at the coffee pot, set it to take three pictures per minute, and then wrote a program to transmit the camera pictures to the internal network of the research department. As a result, the University of Cambridge successfully installed the world's first webcam.

In 1992, it was equipped by a few ZF agencies.

"There used to be a camera here, but it's strange to say that it just happened that people from outside came to repair it, and all of them were turned off."

Well-timed damage?

These are all smeared with premeditated murder.

When the director wanted to ask again, Marvel waved his hand, "I still have to appease the prison guards and prisoners, and I will trouble you about this matter."

"it is my responsibility."

Watching Marvell leave, the director always felt that the other party seemed to be deliberately hiding something?

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