The flowers were whistling and flying, covering the whole of New York. Passing through the snow-covered road, the seemingly abandoned garbage disposal site was very lively. In the early morning, police cars had already surrounded the place. Now, except for New York City, people coming and going here
The police, as well as some FBI agents, and the staff who were here before have now been controlled and concentrated in several rooms on the periphery, questioning key personnel. As for the rest of the people, they are also controlled and not allowed to leave. It seems.
They seem more like criminals than victims.
Facing the flying heavy snow, a dark black Cadillac sports car came roaring towards us. In the blink of an eye, it was approaching. It was about to collide with the police car parked here. The Cadillac's front suddenly twisted, with a violent and sharp sound.
The police car slid sideways with screams and stopped completely when it was only twenty centimeters away from the rear of a police car. A tall and handsome white man in a black suit walked out of the car, slammed the door, and said with a smile on his face
A chill.
The two policemen standing on the periphery looked at each other, pretended not to notice, and let him pass in the middle.
Warning tapes had been put up in the factory area ahead. The man walked straight to a row of houses on one side and pushed the door open. Inside were the employees of the garbage disposal site. When they saw him coming in, they all stood up and bowed: "Mr. Smith."
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"How much have we lost?" Looking outside, he closed the door and asked directly. An employee lowered his head: "About two hundred kilograms..."
"Who did it?"
"Bill couldn't see clearly. He was knocked unconscious by a slap, and now the policeman is asking him questions."
"I couldn't see it clearly!" Smith nodded and repeated, "Where were you at the time? You actually called the police for such a big thing, and it was only at this time that the police called me. You know what Aisen is?
Is that the bitch’s tone on the phone? Mr. Smith, several people died in your factory, and we also found about two hundred kilograms of heroin. Did you throw it away... Wow, it looks like he was talking about two things.
Hundreds of kilograms of flour, and I accidentally spilled them on the road..."
"We..." There was an uneasy look on their faces. Several people on duty at night looked at each other. It was so cold last night that the treatment plant suspended work again. Naturally, they found a warm place to sleep. Who knew that something like this would happen?
It was a big thing, and it was a little difficult to talk for a while, "Yes... someone else called the police, and the police came quickly, and then they were checking the garbage... They didn't allow us to contact the outside. In fact, it was
The police first discovered that the heroin had been mixed in the garbage, we, we..."
"You!" He gritted his teeth and spat out the word, but now was not the time to deal with these idiots. The expression on his face changed several times. He took a breath, and the door behind him opened. A policeman appeared at the door:
"Hi, Mr. Smith. You're here. How's your morning? This is where you manage too?"
With a smile on his face, Smith turned around and said, "Hey, Eisen, we are really destined. The weather is nice today, so I am in a good mood. What a coincidence, I am also managing this place."
"Four of them died, and one of your people... Oh, maybe it can only be said to be your employee. After all, you are doing a legitimate business... He was knocked unconscious by a slap, and the one who died was yours...
The employee was shot directly in the head. You know, from a professional point of view, that shot was really beautiful. There were three other people who were unidentified. They were thrown directly into the compressor and became like compressed biscuits. I think
You must have been allergic to compressed biscuits for three months after seeing this. They are junk food, and I always advise everyone not to eat them." The policeman named Aisendi was obviously in trouble with Smith. At this time, he seemed to be gloating, "Oh, of course.
It’s hard to say that when the Mafia used to do this, they would throw the people they wanted to kill into garbage disposal sites and crush them into biscuits. I mean... maybe as Americans, we are all used to it, haha."
Eisen laughed and patted Smith on the shoulder. Smith also laughed and stared at the other person with a trace of anger in his eyes. He retracted his hand and the other person also stopped smiling: "That's it. Since this happened in
In the place you manage, I think it’s appropriate to ask you to come over and assist in the investigation..."
"Of course, it is the responsibility of every citizen to assist the police in solving crimes."
"In addition, there was a large amount of heroin crushed into biscuits with those three people. We initially estimated it to be about two hundred kilograms. Now we suspect that you are related to this batch of drugs..."
"What do you mean!" Smith said loudly, taking a step forward, "Someone made trouble in my factory and killed my workers, but you think I am guilty. Is this the logic of your police?"
"It's just suspicion, don't be nervous." Eisen smiled and spread his hands, "It is our police job to make reasonable inferences based on certain clues and then verify them. If we decide to prosecute you, of course you can also call a lawyer to defend you.
To prove that you are innocent, you can wait here for a while, and then we will send you to the police station. There may be things we need to do for you to assist, so please do not refuse."
He smiled and was about to leave, took two steps, and then turned around: "Oh, yes, you have the right to remain silent now, but... I'm sorry, I think you have heard this so much that your ears have become calloused.
, I won’t say more, but I still have to tell you something. You were speeding when you came here just now, and the ticket was already placed on your windshield wiper. Remember to pay the fine. Goodbye, good citizen... Mr. Smith."
"Shit!" He stretched out his hand and smashed a hole in the wooden door on one side with his fist. The policeman in the distance shrugged in the wind and snow, and his back disappeared around the corner of the road.
At the same time, in front of the large pit in the center of the garbage disposal site, a huge piece of compressed garbage had been lifted out. A group of people gathered in front of the mass of garbage. Many things were blurred and blurred, but some were still visible.
It can be detected, and coupled with the resistance to the FBI's operation at the airport last night, the current situation is actually very clear. The test results do not require much, and the remaining work is just conjecture and prediction.
"Two Japanese and one American. According to the testimony of witnesses at the airport, they were chopped into pieces almost as soon as they got into the car. The car also matched. It should be them. The question now is who is the person who did it? Yanhuang
Awakening? Miracle of creation? Or the Tulip who kills people regardless of everything?
...The two hundred kilograms of heroin should belong to the Gambino family, but there is no evidence. They cannot be blamed at all. Generally speaking, they should not involve these underworlds in their work. The two hundred kilograms of heroin were used as biscuits.
Is it the local seasoning? Or is it the other person’s unique sense of humor?”
Standing on the edge of the big pit, 226; Lawan and Michel Philippe, who had FBI status at this time. Due to the sensation of tulips in China, there were more than one or two people responsible for this incident, but this time, except for
Denis and Michelle, with only one other man and one woman, were standing here, analyzing the possibility of this matter.
"I think it might be Tulip." Agent Deni, a tall and lanky white man, said. "Of course, it's just my intuition after watching yesterday's video. She seems like someone who likes to do this."
"If she did it, this matter is a bit excessive." Michelle frowned. "According to the existing clues. Although the Chinese claim that Tulip is one of theirs, the current intelligence points to one direction. That is
There is no definite affiliation between the two parties. Basically, Tulip is still a free person. It's just that the situation is sensitive now. That's why no one is focusing on dealing with her. One person is fighting against an organization. If it were me, the killing in the early morning yesterday was
Forced deterrence. The incident at noon was to obtain certain intelligence. She wanted to force the American Perojia to take a step back and let it go this time. The deterrent effect was enough. What was the purpose of killing these two insignificant Japanese?
, venting your anger because of the incident in Jianghai City, China?"
"Yes, the gain outweighs the gain." A detective nearby nodded, "These two Japanese came to New York as envoys. They are of little value in themselves, but killing them, no matter for the sake of face,
For whatever reason, the American Peluojia branch would not give up and do such unnecessary things. Although the styles are somewhat similar, unless Tulip has gone crazy, he should not be like this. I think it is possible that someone else did it on purpose.
The way to make tulips, after all, the guy who was knocked unconscious said that the person who knocked him out was a man. Of course, with the power shown by tulips, he could knock out a strong man with one slap, but if it was a man... partnered with tulips,
There is only the Chinese boy named Gu Jiaming. Although we do not rule out the possibility that he is very skilled, but... he should not be able to reach this level..."
"The drugs come from the Gambino family. The relationship between the Gambino family and Salier is now tense. And Gu Jiaming has a relationship with the mother and daughter of the Salier family." In the snow, the female detective on the side helped
Adjusting the glasses on the bridge of his nose, "This is an obvious connection... It's too obvious. Although two hundred kilograms of drugs will bring some trouble to Gambino, with Tulip's killing method, I think it is still too stingy."
If she goes a little further, she can kill Smith, or the new godfather John D'Amico, haha, this is going too far. Let Tulip go crazy, and let North American Peroga and her have no room to change. Who wants this the most?
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"Yes, in the United States, they are the only ones who currently have a direct and severe conflict with Pei Luojia. So I think the possibility of a miracle of creation is more than 70%, and Tulip... is less than 30%..."
In the garbage dump, the FBI was analyzing the case in front of them. In a certain room around the corner, a phone call connected Japan on the other side of the ocean. Castro was talking to Yu Morocang: "...about Watanabe-kun this time.
This thing is a dereliction of duty on our part. I will definitely take responsibility for it. We will definitely find out who the opponent is. Well, he came over, haha... He played here two years ago, and we had a good conversation.
, also say hello to Ah Xi for me... There is an old saying in China, a hero comes from a young age... Well, goodbye..."
After hanging up the phone, the person in charge of Pei Luojia North America had a calm expression on his face, and then looked across the desk with a smile: "Mr. Yu Shou asked me to say hello to you, Zhuang... they think it's possible what happened last night
It’s tulips, what do you think?”
"I just came back not long ago, so it's hard to say." The voice from the other side was calm and soft, like a woman's. "But just looking at the current situation, what happened the third time was a little different from the previous two. It was inappropriate."
"I think so too, please go on."
"There is no purpose, no benefit." Zhuang Ami paused, "Tulip's first two shots were very purposeful. The first street sniper attack gave people the strongest impact. She showed
Her abilities include the most leisurely killing and the ability to accurately control the entire situation. The second time she took away the information, although it was already old information from before, but after sorting and calculating, no one knew what the effect would be.
, implicitly, this is a bigger threat, but for the third time, she had no reason to take action against Mr. Watanabe and the others. Even if she wanted them to die, it would be enough to secretly notify the FBI, but it was she who
Later...: Weird, I heard that there was Gambino's heroin thrown in the garbage, which is even more ridiculous... Also, it is purely my personal selfishness, the car where Mr. Watanabe and the others died was splattered with blood.
, as a beautiful lady like Tulip, she should not have her body spattered with blood. Anyone who thinks so is a blasphemy to that beautiful lady."
"I think we are on the same page." Castro lowered his head, and for a moment, he smiled at the other side, "Pay attention to the miracles of creation and attack them at any time. We can't be played by them as fools."
The smarter a person is, the more likely they are to be afraid of madmen, because they think too much and think about everything, and sometimes their vision is obscured by small doubts. For so-called wise men, irregular actions may be the worst.
The scary thing is that fools can't beat smart people, but madmen... can maintain a 50% winning rate under any circumstances. If we can grasp this kind of madness, the winning rate may be even higher. On this snowy morning in the city,