"Sir Walton, did your man accidentally get those two murals?"

Bill Walton immediately looked at the wall and quickly shook his head and said, "No, we have never moved anywhere here, and we have always maintained the same way we arrived at the scene. When we arrived, these murals had fallen to the ground."

"Godfather, look at the cracks in that wall."

Charles reminded.

Indeed, not only did the mural fall to the ground, but there were also a trace of slight cracks on the walls where the mural was originally hung.

Even some garbage hotels may not have this phenomenon, let alone the Peace Hotel, which is popular among international VIPs.

Although the Peace Hotel, the first choice for international VIPs, has been built for a long time, will undergo regular room repairs and there will definitely be no such huge mistakes.

There is only one possibility that these cracks have just formed.

It is obvious that this bishop did not die of sneak attacks or assassination. He obviously struggled violently before his death, but in the end he was violently trampled on his head and died, and he didn't even have a chance to escape.

There seemed to be a scene of Trouve being tortured and killed before everyone.

This is the serious bishop of the red robe, not those monks who only know how to recite scriptures and call Amen.

Who can make him unable to fight back?

"Godfather, could the murderer be... that Oriental?"

Charles made a very bold guess, thinking of the Oriental who gave them a big gift tonight.

This speculation seems unfounded, but it is not completely impossible.

Just looking at the oriental man who used a peach pit to kill Connor in the air in the Hessen Boxing Stadium, it seems that it is not difficult to kill a bishop.

"Mr. Charles, what Oriental people did you say?"

Bill Walton seemed puzzled.

However, before the senior official of the Italian police system could respond, a subordinate hurriedly ran over.

"Sir, it's not good!"

"What's so panicked!"

Bill Walton scolded.

In front of the Mafia, he was still more concerned about maintaining their police image.

The man immediately tidied up his clothes, calmed his emotions, and took out a cell phone.

"Just a moment ago, a video went viral on the Internet..."

Bill Walton immediately glared at him when he heard this.

"Do you know what our most important job is now?! Do you don't want to do it anymore!"

The police supervisor, who was at least an intermediate cadre, showed a smile that was even worse than crying, and still held up his phone and reminded him: "Sir, you'd better watch this video. The protagonist of the video is the two dead in the room."

Bill Walton was stunned when he heard this, and then finally took the phone.

Although the volume has been deliberately turned off, the picture in the video is still unsightly, and it can even be said to be shameless.

Bill Walton stared at the screen of his phone, his pupils couldn't help but magnify, his eyes were incredible, and his expression changed for a moment, which was extremely exciting.

The silver-haired godfather next to him also saw the video on his phone, and his eyes also fluctuated.

Charles' reaction was even more intuitive. After seeing the video played on his phone, he irresistibly looked down at the man and woman who died inexplicably on the ground, with an extremely strange expression.

“Fuc…”

Bill Walton almost couldn't help but curse, but in the end he held it in time and turned off the video that lasted for more than 30 minutes. His face shook, barely maintaining his majesty, and he asked his subordinates in a deep voice.

"Where did this video come from? Did someone deliberately forge it?"

"The technical department has undergone careful inspection and analysis. The video is basically true and has not been processed or forged."

Bill Walton pinched his cell phone and couldn't speak for a while.

He was really confused and had no idea what was going on.

Although he had speculation when he saw the female deceased dying in Trouve's room in disarray, he still controlled his thoughts and did not think deeply, but this video forced him to face an absurd fact.

It’s okay to deceive the world and steal reputation. This archbishop actually has the hobby of recording?

Moreover, I was afraid that others would not know and had to spread it and publicize it?

Of course, this bishop with extremely colorful life is dead, his brain is all over the ground, and he has no corpse. Naturally, this video cannot be sent by him.

"Issue an order to the Internet regulatory authorities to delete this video immediately across the entire network and prohibit anyone from malicious dissemination."

This big shot in the Italian police system is indeed a smart person who makes a quick decision and attempts to control the situation.

"Sir, it's too late now. This is not just an ordinary video, but it's loaded into a virus. Once clicked, it will be automatically saved and reproduced. Now even the general manager has received this video on his mobile phone."

Bill Walton's expression suddenly became stiff.

"Who...he...mother...does this...he did it..."

He gritted his teeth, and the phone that was pinched in his hand was almost crushed.

"According to... according to investigation..."

The subordinate swallowed, lowered his head, and tried not to look at the silver-haired man standing aside, and said with difficulty.

"According to the investigation... the source of the video leak came from an online company called Guters."

"Guters...that's not..."

Bill Walton immediately thought of something, but it stopped halfway through, suddenly turned his head and looked at the youngest silver-haired godfather of the Mafia ever.

Guters Network Security Co., Ltd. is a well-known company in the city of Versailles and the entire country of Italy, and has multi-dimensional cooperation with the official government.

The actual controller behind Guters is the Iranian Kurok.

Ordinary people may not know this kind of information in their lifetime, but they cannot hide it from him, the tycoon of the police system.

Could it be that all this is controlled by the Mafia behind the scenes?

"Impossible! We have nothing to do with this case!"

Charles's face, who was still immersed in the bishop's affair, suddenly changed and he immediately made a defense.

Truvey's death may not be too serious, but the leak of this video will directly cause a fatal blow to the temple's reputation worldwide.

Even they will have a lot of thoughts when they see it, but what will those huge believers feel when they see it?

They cannot guarantee that they will not begin to doubt whether they believe in God or a group of beasts who deceive the world and steal the reputation.

To a certain extent, this behavior can even be said to be a direct declaration of war on the temple!

They are unwilling to bear such a crime.

Bill Walton coughed lightly.

"Mr. Charles, I said nothing."

In fact, at this time, it doesn't matter whether he believes it or not.

The youngest and most brutal silver-haired godfather in the history of the Black Tribe was not alarmed or angry, but instead smiled inexplicably.
Chapter completed!