Morgan Peterson, dressed in a suit, got off the plane. Not far from the plane, two Mercedes-Benzes were parked there, with four or five people standing next to the cars.
"Mr. Morgan, I am"
One of the first people saw Morgan Peterson getting off the plane and quickly greeted him and wanted to introduce himself.
"I know who you are, get in the car."
But Morgan Peterson didn't mean to be polite at all. He walked directly to the car, and a subordinate next to him opened the door for him very wisely.
"Take me directly to the scene."
After Peterson got in the car, he gave instructions directly without any intention of talking.
The driver subconsciously glanced at the person who just wanted to introduce himself.
The man who was interrupted to introduce himself was named Frank. He was a Luojishan policeman by profession, but he was actually a rogue policeman who collected illegal money.
He was naturally a little unhappy with Peterson's behavior of almost ignoring him.
But thinking about this incident, he still endured his dissatisfaction and nodded to the driver.
A group of people came to a bar run by Russian gangsters.
Because of the death, although other gang members in the hotel did not call the police, the bar has not been open recently.
Peterson opened the office door, and an unpleasant smell rushed out.
Although the body was disposed of, even the blood stains were still left on the ground, obviously for the convenience of checking the traces.
However, after the murder occurred, other gang members in the hotel, as well as Frank and other criminal police officers, had already investigated the clues. Now that a week has passed, the original blood stains have naturally dried up, and there are even flies flying indoors.
Peterson turned a blind eye to these situations, but looked at the scene carefully, and then took the picture handed over by Frank and looked at it.
Although this murder case was not recorded in the police system, a specialized forensic doctor did an autopsy.
"According to the forensic guess, it should have been carried out by three to five people. They cooperated very well and were obviously professionals. The tools they used to kill were all brought in the room. We suspect that some organization came to negotiate."
We reached an agreement, so we took action."
Frank saw Peterson checking the information, so he revealed his speculations from previous investigations.
Peterson: "There's no way there were three or five people. If there were that many people, the scene wouldn't be so intact."
Peterson had a formal conversation with Frank for the first time since getting off the plane.
But as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly denied the investigation that Frank and others had been conducting for so many days.
This denial made Frank's face turn red: "What do you mean, you don't think it's one person, and this guy entered the room unarmed, and then used Modo and his own guys to kill them all.
"
Franke's words were naturally angry. As gang members, Modo and others were very capable of fighting. It would be a real joke to be killed by an unarmed guy.
Frank's words were naturally angry, but what he and others at the scene didn't know was that his angry words were the truth.
Regarding his words, Peterson once again chose to ignore: "Take me to the gang that I usually have the least dealing with with Modo and the others. I want to meet their person in charge."
When Frank saw Peterson ignoring him again, he was so angry that he put his hand on the holster on his waist and looked at Peterson with wide eyes.
But Peterson still maintained calm from beginning to end.
Frank met Peterson's calm eyes and finally let out a sigh of relief, then released the holster of his pistol and walked towards the car without saying a word.
Half an hour later.
"Farke! Farke! You know clearly that Modo was not killed by an Irishman, why did you do that?"
"This is my city, understand, my hometown. You can't be as crazy as you were just now. Do you know what you are doing? Do you think of me as a driver, an errand boy, and a little brother who helps you wash the floor?"
"You have to remember your identity. In this city, you are just a guest."
Frank clenched the revolver in his hand and pointed it at Peterson. He gasped and looked at Peterson.
Peterson looked at Frank's eyes quietly for a while, turning a blind eye to Frank's gun aimed at him.
He took the initiative to lower his head for the first time, then held a white handkerchief in one hand and gently wiped the blood on his fist.
Just now, he punched a gang leader to death in the Irish gang's office.
Peterson: "If you feel that I offended you, I can apologize to you."
Peterson said he was apologizing, but judging from his expression and actions, he didn't have the attitude of apologizing at all.
"As soon as I receive the notice, I take a long-distance flight here. I like to focus on work and achieve quick results."
"The death of Mr. Pushkin's men hampered his business here, and the import business and cargo transportation had to be stopped."
"This is not only unacceptable to Mr. Pushkin, I believe you are also unacceptable."
"Originally, this matter should be handled by you. This is what you should do after taking so much money from Mr. Pushkin over the years."
"Do you think you are a big shot? In fact, you are not. In fact, if you had not messed up the matter, Mr. Pushkin would not have asked me to take action."
"Now that I'm here, I'm the big shot and I'm here to give orders. And if you still want to continue taking money, then try your best to make up for your previous mistakes and get ready to do business."
Peterson's call left Frank speechless.
He is a policeman, and he is also a criminal policeman.
The most fundamental reason why he is where he is today is because of Mr. Pushkin’s help from Peterson.
He collected Pushkin's black money and used the other party's intelligence to attack his opponents and make meritorious deeds while using the money to clear the way, which is how he achieved his current status.
This time Modo and others were suddenly killed, and they were supposed to handle it.
It's a pity that because McCall took action too suddenly, and no one could imagine the reason why McCall took action, no matter how Frank and others investigate these days, they don't have any clues.
Precisely because there were no clues, Pushkin, the leader of the Mao Xiong gang, couldn't help but guess that this incident was probably aimed at him.
In order to avoid more losses, Pushkin suspended all his business and then took strict precautions.
But this kind of defense obviously cannot last too long, so Pushkin spent a lot of money to hire Peterson.
Frank's hand holding the gun began to tremble, and the muzzle of the gun was moved from pointing at Peterson to the ground.
Peterson: "Of course I know that the Irish gangs were not the murderers of Modo. I did this just to send a signal to these gangs and this city, telling them that I am here."
"The sudden death of Modo and the others has made these gangsters ready to act. In order to make these stupid guys cause more trouble, I must tell them that the power of the Wooly Bear Man is still there."
After Peterson finished speaking, he turned around and left. Frank stood there and paused for a while, then got into the car obediently again and drove Peterson back to the hotel.
"Modo has a group of prostitutes under him. I found that the number doesn't match up. One person is missing. Do you know what's going on?"
Peterson sat in the car and looked at the collected information.
He did not look at the clues that Frank and others had already investigated, but looked specifically for information that Frank and others had not examined before.
Soon he discovered an unusual place.
Modo and others controlled a group of girls who had not reached the legal age of adulthood. These girls were brought over from Europe.
"I have an impression of this. A few days ago, a girl hit a customer because she couldn't accept some projects. In the end, I settled the matter. As you know, it's not easy to get customers who are willing to pay and can afford the money."
"In order to prevent other girls from following suit, Modo gave her a severe lesson. She should be receiving treatment in the hospital now."
Frank heard Peterson's inquiry, calmed down, and then told the news he knew.
"Maybe you think it's because of that little girl, but Modo and the others personally selected her and brought her here. Does the other party know such a professional?"
After Frank finished speaking, he explained one more sentence.
Naturally, he knew the news, but he didn't think that the little girl had such great abilities.
If he really had this ability, he would not be brought over from Europe by Modo and others to work as an underage escort.
"Anything is possible. Now there are no clues in other directions, so you might as well check this girl."
Peterson still has the same expression as before.
"You are the one giving the orders. If you say we will check, then we will check."
Frank shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but from the bottom of his heart, he obviously didn't think he could get any useful clues from here.
The result was unexpected.
When they went to the hospital, they discovered that the girl who had been beaten had been discharged from the hospital a few days ago and was now missing.
What's even more coincidental is that the girl went through the discharge procedures not long after Modo and others died.
"The timing is so coincidental, it can't be called a coincidence."
Frank was not angry because he was slapped in the face. On the contrary, he became excited after confirming that there was a clue.
Peterson is an inhumane guy. He killed an Irish gang leader for no reason when he first arrived. If he really wanted to keep him in Luoji Mountain for a long time, Frank was worried that he would cause trouble that he couldn't put an end to.
The purpose of his cooperation with Pushkin was to make money.
It would be troublesome if things got serious and affected his police work.
In addition, Pushkin is his financial sponsor, so he naturally hopes to solve the other party's troubles as soon as possible.
"She can't run away. I know someone who has a good relationship with her."
Frank served as Pushkin's protective umbrella on the Luoji Mountain White Road, and the underage escorts under Modo were all very beautiful, so he was no stranger to those girls.
After confirming that the beaten girl disappeared, they quickly found another escort who had a good relationship with the girl.
After some cruel questioning, although they did not get the whereabouts of the beaten girl from each other, they got another piece of news.
Peterson: "A good guy in the eyes of an underage escort is a black man."
He wiped some of the liquid on his hands.
Frank's eyelids twitched and he turned his head away from looking at the body on the ground.
"You can't do this. She has already cooperated with you to tell you the news you want."
After Peterson got the information he wanted from another underage escort, he killed him directly.
"We compared the bar's surveillance and found a strange phenomenon. There were only pictures of this man entering the bar, but no pictures of him leaving. Moreover, this man happened to be a black man."
After having a clue, they followed this clue to investigate, and soon everyone made other discoveries.
McCall was very careful when he did it.
But the bar where he started was the base camp of the Mao Xiong people in Luoji Mountain. For security reasons, they installed a lot of surveillance cameras around it.
So soon, Peterson found McCall's residence and went directly to the door one night.
"Hello, Mr. McCall, we are investigating a murder case two weeks ago. Five people died in a bar run by a bear man."
After knocking on the door politely, Peterson took out an ID, waved it in front of McCall, and then stated his purpose of visit.
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on McCall's expression.
McCall: "I've seen the news. It was on the tram. I happened to be in that bar that night."
Before Peterson could finish speaking, McCall interrupted him and thought for a moment, as if he remembered the murder.
Peterson: "You were there."
Peterson was obviously unprepared for McCall's willingness to admit what happened at the bar that night.
He came here specially this time, but in fact he was not sure that McCall was the murderer of Modo and others.
Before he came, he had specifically investigated McCall's situation, and he was just an ordinary supermarket worker.
No matter how you look at it, McCall does not have the ability to kill Modo and others.
According to Peterson's speculation, if McCall was related to this incident, the only possibility is that the other party spent money and hired professionals to take action.
But after the meeting, Peterson was a little surprised to see McCall's performance.
McCall: "Of course, otherwise you wouldn't be here."
Unlike Peterson's accident, McCall was well prepared for being found.
Peterson: "Yeah, we want to know if there were any customers and if there was anything suspicious that night."
The other party was a little surprised, but Peterson quickly adjusted his emotions and continued to walk at his own pace.
After all, according to common sense, if McCall was really the murderer, or had something to do with the killing of Modo and others, McCall would not be so cheerful.
Now that the other party has so easily admitted that he was in the bar, he feels more open-minded.
But of course Peterson would not believe McCall's words so easily, and he wanted to continue to test it.