Chapter 505 Killing and silencing "Perhaps the doctor felt that his whereabouts had been exposed, so he took advantage of the chaos and escaped from Gangtok Hospital."
Wo Lid was the first to make a guess, but she was not at the scene of the shooting at the time. She was in the hall and was not sure whether anyone had noticed the doctor at the moment when the shooting was fired. Wo Lid's guess was soon confirmed by Ye Feng and Julia
He denied it, and Van Gogh also swore that he did not meet the doctor directly, and there was no alarm at all. He only accidentally saw the doctor walking in the corridor while bandaging the wound in the emergency room.
Ye Feng completely trusts his old friend, but at the same time he doesn't think the doctors will run away in a hurry, because they are all masters and will deal with it calmly even if they face all kinds of difficulties and dangers.
"The killers sent to Sikkim by Count Donald are not only killers from our death cemetery, but also killers from other small killer organizations. By the way, the killers from the Dark Knight organization are also in Sikkim. They are direct descendants of Count Donald. Will the doctor go there?
Looking for them," Julia said.
The largest killer organization in today's dark world, the mysterious Dark Knight, has finally surfaced.
Ye Feng was surprised when he suddenly heard the news and immediately asked, "How do you know that the Dark Knight is a direct descendant of Count Donald."
"I heard this from Uncle Thomason. Uncle Thomason is a prostitute and knows all the major killer organizations. Half a month ago, Elder Jackson arranged for Uncle Thomason to go out to perform a mission. After completing the mission,
, Uncle Thomason told me that the Dark Knight, the largest killer organization in the dark world, was also performing the mission with them." At this point, Julia changed the subject and her tone became extremely disdainful. "They said they were acting together, but the dark night
The knights are not cooperating with us at all, they are just on guard duty on the periphery. Let me tell you, they were sent by Count Donald to monitor us. Count Donald never trusts us. We killer organizations are just pawns in his hands.
, a chess piece that can be sacrificed at any time.”
"Indeed, colleagues from other killer organizations also think so. No matter what the task is, we are always the ones taking the lead."
Uncle Thomason, who was standing behind Julia, came out and then said with confusion.
"But after I came to Sikkim this time, I found that things became a little strange. The small things of killing people and setting fires on the streets were all done by us pawns. The tasks of besieging Bodhia Palace and Pemayantse Temple were all done by the Dark Knight.
He is responsible for it alone. Alas, it is really shameful that the killer actually burned, killed and looted like a bandit. The brothers were all sulking in their hearts. However, in the past few days, everyone has been tacitly passive and sabotaged, and the burns were all
Most of the blood books on the walls of uninhabited shabby houses are written with the blood of cattle and sheep..."
"So that's it. Why can't we find the body at the fire scene?"
The person who spoke was the captain of the Sikkim royal guard. Although there was still a bit of anger in his words, his attitude had obviously softened a lot.
Thomason shook his head and smiled. "We are in the killing business, but we don't kill people casually. We also have our own rules."
It is said that the authorities are confused and bystanders are clear. In fact, this matter is not surprising to Ye Feng. The Kingdom of Sikkim is the ultimate goal of Earl Donald. If he wants to conspire to seize power, he must eliminate the royal family members. In order to prevent the news from leaking, these things
Of course, it must be left to the trustworthy direct troops. Recalling last night's battle, Ye Feng and others killed seventy or eighty killers at Pema Yangce Temple. From this point of view, the so-called Donald's direct troops also
Most of it has been damaged.
"Thomason, do you know where the Dark Knight is stationed?"
Thomason shook his head. "We once arrived in Gangtok on the same plane as some of the Dark Knight killers, but as soon as we got off the plane, they left alone. All the tasks performed by our death cemetery were delivered by Elder Jackson on his behalf. Perhaps Jackson
The elder knows where the Dark Knight is stationed, but he is dead now. As for other killer organizations, I have also asked a few old friends privately. The tasks they received were all given by Count Donald over the phone.
People have seen Count Donald. The annexation of these organizations was carried out by the Dark Knight, and Count Donald never showed up. Therefore, I suspect that the Dark Knight organization was probably founded by Count Donald."
The clue was interrupted again, but Ye Feng was not disappointed. Thomason's previous words had already given him a glimmer of victory.
Internal discord is a taboo for military strategists. While the Dark Knight has suffered heavy losses, now is the best time to divide and disintegrate the enemy.
"Thomason, I want to ask you a favor."
**Lake is **Lake. Looking at Julia beside him, Thomason laughed.
The smile is profound and clear. The rich lady of the old gang leader treats you like a god, how can we, the subordinates, say no?
Ye Feng smiled back understandingly, patted Thomason on the shoulder and said, "I know you have a lot of contacts, brother. Please go talk to your friends in other killer organizations. This matter has nothing to do with them. I hope they
Don’t wade into muddy waters, it’s best to leave Sikkim as soon as possible.”
"No problem." Thomason smiled and nodded. "Earl Donald's actions have long disappointed us, but we were just temporarily succumbing to his power. Now that you have taken action against Earl Donald, I think
The brothers will definitely give each other high fives."
Many people get help when they are in good ways, but few when they are wrong. After Thomason was sent away, everyone continued to discuss the current situation.
The whereabouts of Earl Donald, the mastermind behind the incident, and whether he is in Gangtok, have become the focus of discussion.
"It now seems that the reason why the doctor shot Jackson was just to silence him and prevent him from revealing the secret. Then besides Jackson, who else would know the whereabouts of Earl Donald."
Just as Zhang Jianguo raised his question, the captain of the King of Sikkim's bodyguard suddenly stood up.
"These foreign doctors were hired by the eldest prince's personal teacher. Is he also involved in the conspiracy?"
After a while, everyone was talking about the doctor's murder, but no one thought about why the doctor came to Gangtok Hospital. In order to improve the medical and health conditions in Sikkim, the prince hired foreign medical experts at high salaries, but why did he choose to do so?
Will choose the doctor, the murderer.
The captain of the guard continued. "The personal tutor of the great prince is also a foreigner. His name is Bernheim, and he is French."
As a veteran agent, Zhang Jianguo's sense of smell is extremely sensitive. Hearing what the guard captain said, his expression became extremely anxious.
"Where is Bernheim? We need to find him immediately."
"He lives in an apartment not far from Bodhia Palace." the guard captain said as he walked.
"About the spring of four years ago, the eldest prince visited China. Under the arrangement of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of China, the eldest prince visited many cities such as Tianjing, Yangcheng, and Shanghai. The places he visited had beautiful environments, developed commerce, and economic
Rich and prosperous, the people live and work in peace and contentment. Witnessing the prosperity of China with his own eyes, the eldest prince was deeply touched and determined to change the current situation of poverty and backwardness in Sikkim. After returning to the country, the eldest prince successively presented to King Namtahi and proposed various reform plans. At the same time,
In order to learn more about the world and improve his vision and abilities, the prince openly hired foreign teachers. Alas, our Sikkim is too backward and poor, so there were very few applicants. But at this time, a Frenchman living in Nepal
When he came to Gangtok to apply for a job, he was outstanding in both civil and military talents and immediately impressed the eldest prince, so the eldest prince spent a lot of money to hire him as his personal tutor."
"This Frenchman is Bernheim. Since he served as the personal tutor of the Grand Prince, he has made many suggestions for the economic development of the Kingdom of Sikkim. For example, the area where the sacred mountain 'Kangchenjunga Snow Mountain' is located is under Bernheim's initiative
A nature reserve has been built under the government, attracting many foreign tourists, and the development of tourism has also driven local economic development. Alas, this person has made contributions to our Kingdom of Sikkim..."
Although Bernheim was suspected of having an affair with Earl Donald, it was obvious that the captain of the guard was grateful to him.
"Well, maybe Bernheim just did bad things with good intentions."
The wheels were rolling, and several pickup trucks were speeding towards the Bodhia Palace.
Ye Feng looked at his watch. Sixteen minutes had passed since the doctor left Gangtok Hospital. However, according to the guard at the gate, the doctor left on foot. Maybe there was still time and he could find Bernheim before him.
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The fire in the Bodhia Palace has been extinguished, and the ruins are covered with a layer of pale moonlight, looking extremely depressed and sad.
After bypassing the Bodhia Palace, the motorcade drove into a narrow bluestone path. The apartment where Bernheim lived was at the end of this path.
The doors and windows of shops on both sides of the street suddenly opened, and dozens of figures jumped out.
Ta da da, da da da.
Bullets rained down on the convoy like a violent storm.
"Don't stop, rush over."
Suddenly encountered a blockage, there must be something fishy. Ye Feng gave orders to Li Huo who was driving. At the same time, he leaned out of the window and picked up an AK47 assault rifle to shoot at the enemy. Wollide and Van Gogh, who were sitting in the back seat, also launched a counterattack.
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In the dark alley, sparks flew and criss-crossed, like a large net woven with golden threads.
The brave will win when they meet on a narrow road. Under the desperate attack of Ye Feng and others, a gap was torn open in the encirclement.
The pickup truck rushed out and rushed towards the three-story apartment at the end of the alley.
Without a bunker, the impromptu street battle could only end in an anticlimax. By the time the pickup truck approached the apartment, the battle at the rear had come to an end.
The apartment building was dark, with only the room on the east side of the third floor flickering with dim lights, where Bernheim lived.
An ominous omen flashed in Ye Feng's heart. Just as he opened the car door, a figure slipped out of the apartment building like a ghost.
"It's the doctor." Van Gogh shouted from the car.
Xiang Liehuo pointed to the apartment building, and Ye Feng quickly chased after the doctor.
Like a sharp arrow leaving the string, rising and falling, Ye Feng caught up with the doctor and blocked his way.
Gentle and gentle, this is the first impression that the doctor gave Ye Feng when he met him for the first time. But if you look closely, you will find that the small eyes wearing gold-rimmed glasses are shining with an extremely cold light. This is not a doctor who is willing to help the world.
This is the indifference to life that a Bodhisattva should have.
"Where's your white coat?"
"Are you asking me for surgery?"
The doctor's voice was as cold as his eyes, without any emotion. He reached out to take off his gold-rimmed glasses and slowly inserted them into his coat pocket. When the doctor's right hand left the pocket, a scalpel suddenly appeared in his hand. This was the doctor's hand.
unique weapon.
Oops, the scalpel opens. The blade is as thin as a silkworm's wing, and the cold light shines.