The howling wind and snow blurred the boundary between day and night. At some point, the lights were turned on and night fell.
Located at the back door of the Fifth Police Precinct in Manhattan, several cars stopped under the street lights. More than a dozen people got out of the cars one after another. The leader was a white man in his forties or fifties. There was not much expression on his face, but he looked
It gave people a friendly feeling. Following them were Smith, Jane and other members of the Gambino family. As Smith took out a mobile phone and made a call, about a few minutes later, a man in casual clothes opened the phone.
He walked out the back door and faced these people in the wind and snow.
"Hi, Mr. D'Amico, how are you doing, Smith, Lauro, Louis, Jane..."
The man greeted almost everyone in front of him. John D'Amico, the leader, shook hands with the other person, with a faint smile on his face: "Hi, Inspector Jonas, in fact, I hope
Those family martyrs can be seen as soon as possible."
"Of course, arrangements have been made and you can see them at any time."
While talking, Jonas led the group of people in through the back door. In this city with a total population of over 10 million, every police station is responsible for extremely important work. Therefore, even if it is a branch, this building has its own characteristics.
Quite a grand scale, Jonas greeted the people around him as he walked in. Some people nodded and walked by, not surprised, and some people looked at this group of people curiously. After a while, the crowd arrived
In front of the elevator, we then took the elevator down to the second underground floor in two batches.
Walking through the long passage, there are forensic identification rooms, medical rooms, autopsy rooms and other rooms next to it, and at the end is a corpse storage room.
"Actually, the coroner has already visited in the afternoon, and the cause of death is relatively clear. However, according to the procedure, the detailed forensic report will not be issued until the day after tomorrow. It will take about three days before it can be sent to the funeral home, and that day happens to be Christmas..."
"I hope it can be as early as possible, Mr. Jonas."
"Of course, I will try my best to coordinate with the forensic doctor."
The detective nodded. Then he led everyone into the room where the corpses were stored. Since it was also winter outside, the low temperature in the storage room did not bring any greater chill to people. After a while, the detective faced
Number, opened the surrounding low-temperature iron coffins, and displayed twenty corpses in front of everyone.
"Mr. D'Amico, you can take a look. This is the preliminary inspection report. Twenty people died in different ways, with blades, heavy objects... maybe a wooden stick hit the head directly... Two of them died.
Their necks were directly broken, one person's chest was hit so hard that almost his entire chest sank, and others were shot. We can probably tell that many people moved their hands in that moment, and the strangest thing is
Yes, there were seven people shot dead, and they were all killed with their own pistols. There was no blood on other people at the scene. There were no extra bullets..."
"Impossible..." Smith frowned, "There are twenty of them, and they all have guns on them. Even if there are many people ambushed, there should be no way to rush out and grab everyone's guns and kill them.
They, this kind of thing..."
"So we also feel something strange." Inspector Jonas nodded and lifted up the canvas on a corpse. "Look, Tom, you know, well, even I know his ability in single combat.
It was always good, and it turned out that he had drawn a pistol at that time. But the joints of his right hand were directly broken by someone, and then the gun in his hand was pointed at his own temple in the most twisted way, killing him with one shot.
, and his pistol only fired once, and he kept it in his own hand."
Looking at everyone's expressions, Jonas paused: "I think you all know what this means. The moment he drew his gun, someone rushed over as fast as he could, with one hand at the same time.
Holding the gun, the other hand directly broke the joint of his arm. Then he fired... Because the snow was falling too hard, and the guns on them had been specially silenced, the people on the street outside
Didn't notice the noises."
"This is outrageous." A person nearby said, "Tom is as strong as an ox. No one can break his hand with one punch, and he hasn't even had time to fire a shot."
"No, someone can." After a moment of silence, Smith nodded, "Joseph can do it, and... look at Donald's chest, it has sunken, and the sternum is completely shattered. This is a horizontal injury, not a stick.
Yes, this is the most powerful kick sweep. A truly top boxer can break a stone pillar or even a wall...Joseph can do it."
Jonas also nodded: "But the problem is that he can't kill twenty people in an instant. Even if there are twenty Josephs ambushing somewhere, there is no guarantee that these people will be subdued as soon as they pull out their pistols and then twist."
Turn your pistol and kill them."
"There is no reason for anything in the world." At this moment, John D'Amico, who had been reading the information and listening to other people's opinions, just started to speak, "The reason why we are confused can only prove that the other party has done a lot.
Perfect."
"So what do we do?" Smith asked.
D'Amico was silent for a moment: "That Chinese boy who was used as bait, do you know his details?"
"The result of the investigation is that I am just an ordinary person. There is no way to conduct a deeper investigation. After the Tang Jing incident, the Chinese government has been treating me
"It's very powerful, so the information over there is very unclear." Smith Chi said, "But it is said that he is a friend of Marilyn and her daughter in China. That incident happened a few years ago."
"A few years ago, I was still investigating that matter, remember?" D'Amico nodded. He was also one of the top leaders of the Gambino family a few years ago, so when Gotti Jr. gave way, he
It was only natural that he became the new godfather. "That matter should be led by the Chinese government. Especially in the past few years, judging from the situation in Salier, we have too much ambition for China, which has aroused the vigilance of the Chinese government. Tang Jingyao's
The Chinese government probably found out about that incident early on, so it used dark means to solve it and save Marilyn and her daughter..."
Walking past corpses in different forms of death, D'Amico tapped his fingers lightly on the steel frame holding the corpses: "At this time, the five major families will not allow a full-scale war to break out."
Everyone said nothing, all looked at him, and they all knew that this was the time for him to make a decision.
"I have just taken over this position, and it is impossible to provoke everyone. I have to work hard to express goodwill and win over them. This is an unchanging principle, but twenty people died. If we remain silent like this, we will not have any status in the United States in the future.
It can be said that everyone will know that John D'Amico is a coward..."
"So... I know you are ready. The action starts from now. Before everyone reacts, I want old Victor to pay a sufficient price. I will give you two days, the day after tomorrow. That is, until the 23rd
Until this time of the day, all actions must stop. By that time, I can hear the voices of other families calling for a halt. The 24th is Christmas, and I will go and apologize to old Victor."
The city is brightly lit, and vehicles are flowing continuously. Through the heavy snow, the night lights of New York City actually look a bit quiet and elegant amidst the white dots flying in the sky.
Soft music was playing in the room, and Yahan and the woman she called her baby mother were arranging the things on the bed. Most of them were cosmetics, clothes, etc. that they bought after arriving in the United States, but they looked really amazing.
"I really hate that the heavy snow today didn't stop the plane. I was just being ridiculous and actually agreed to you. Hey, Yahan, I'm begging you. Even if you have to leave, you have to give me some concessions. The reason why I can get by is, at least, I can be mentally balanced when being scolded by your father..."
While arranging the cosmetics, my little mother was muttering unhappily. Perhaps because she is the stepmother after all, she has never been able to refuse Yahan's serious request. It can be imagined that this time she gave Yahan a gift. She was the person in charge when Han came to the United States. If he returned like this, Zhang Jing'an would not have hit or cursed anyone, but he couldn't give any reason. After all, he would still be unhappy in his heart, and he would inevitably have to work hard to please him. For a period of time, especially when she was a stepmother, being said to be deliberately detrimental to Yahan's condition was the biggest taboo.
Knowing the difficulty in her heart, Yahan walked over from the side and hugged her affectionately from behind: "Okay, I know, little mom, but the real reason cannot be said. Human life is at stake. We still encountered this situation this morning. I have been involved in killing people, this is the best reason, I will convince dad."
"We have bodyguards, so we won't have any problems if we stay in the hospital all the time. What's more, the matter hasn't been investigated clearly yet. If you stay for two more days, the hospital will be able to provide better treatment methods..."
"So I really can't tell you the reason..."
"Okay, okay, I'm scared of you, ugh..." I rolled my eyes at her, and smiled helplessly, "I owe you in my previous life!"
"Okay, little mom, please pack up these treasures of yours. I'll go out and check the road conditions."
I walked out with a smile, and heard my little mother faintly saying: "Why do the planes keep flying..." I couldn't help but feel funny. Standing in the corridor, neon lights were flashing outside the huge glass window, cars were coming and going, and the lights were flowing. It was time to leave this big city. Thinking of Jiaming following me all the time, my heart suddenly seemed to be relieved. The heavy baggage that had been hanging on my heart early in the morning was completely gone.
But where are you hiding... Her eyes were searching in the heavy snow, but in the end she found nothing. She thought lightly in her heart: After you go back, you will never find a reason not to see me...