Sneezing loudly, Moussa got out of the car, raised his hand to rub his red nose, grinned and muttered, probably complaining about the weather, then faced the gaze of the police officer on the side and took out his ID, flashed it,
Open the cordon and walk into the hotel door.
Three waves of people gathered in the narrow front desk channel, one was the shop owner and waiters, and a few customers, the other was the local police, and the third was the last DSF team members like Moussa who arrived. The situation was obviously under control.
, glanced at the shopkeeper who was being questioned and investigated, with an innocent look on his face. Musa did not go over to join in the fun, and instead walked towards the corridor entrance, where a DSF team member stood guard, greeting him familiarly.
"Aren't you off work yet?"
"I got off. I was delayed by something and left relatively late, so..." He shrugged helplessly. Musa nodded in understanding and patted the guard on the shoulder sympathetically. "This is a lesson learned. Remember to follow more next time."
I'll learn from it and just run away as soon as possible."
"But you're still here now."
"That's different. I was called here by your captain... Damn it! Where are the others?"
"Well, on the third floor, you can see it when you go up."
Walking up the stairs to the third floor, I saw several DSF team members standing outside the door of a certain guest room. They were clearly visible like road signs. I waved and said hello. As I approached, I saw two conspicuous people on the outer wall of the room.
The bullet hole penetrated, Moussa raised his eyebrows, and finally looked a little interested, "It's pretty tough... 5.56? No, it's a 7.62-caliber sniper rifle..."
"Here we come." He muttered and walked to the door of the guest room. There were many people in the room, mostly logistics technicians. Except for the man squatting beside the bed and leaning over to check the body, he was the commander of the afternoon. He waved to Musa.
"Come and take a look, test your eyesight...memory? Ha!"
"Oh? Are you an acquaintance?" Moussa walked in and glanced at his partner who seemed to be in a good mood strangely. However, he soon understood the reason and moved his eyes away from the burly corpse nearest to him. This man's head had been
After blowing up half of it, it was obviously difficult to distinguish. He looked at the face of the other corpse, and finally fixed his eyes on the latter's slightly upturned mouth, with a stiff and weird smile... He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, "It looks familiar...
The murder of a wealthy businessman in the Marseille villa area in the first half of the year? That assassination squad with three professional killers? What are they called..."
"Bayonets, White Bear." The commander, the big man, raised his hand and gave a thumbs up to show admiration, then pointed to his feet, and then pointed to the broken window aside where the cold wind was whistling, "The two of them are here, and the owl is over there, all of them.
It’s over, the group is destroyed.”
"Wow, that sounds like exciting good news...huh?" Frowning, Musa noticed something and looked out the window at the shadowy figure on the rooftop a hundred meters away. That was the DSF team member who was dealing with the second scene.
He roughly estimated the angle, then turned to look at the bullet holes in the wall, "That owl...is it a sniper if I remember correctly?"
"Ha, you saw it." The commander laughed teasingly.
"Nonsense, I'm not blind, it's obvious..." After a pause, Musa raised his eyebrows, "So, I guessed it right?"
"It should be right, internal strife? Uneven distribution of the spoils? That's probably it. My judgment is the same." The big commander curled his lips and disdained to ridicule, "Thanks to the ministry, we have been looking for them for a long time, so it turned out to be like this.
We didn’t even get the goods or prey, so the hunters started killing each other first, and then everyone was blamed for it, how stupid!”
Musa's gaze swept over the messy bathroom and frowned: "A professional killer would not make such a low-level mistake. There should be something wrong with some link inside... Regardless of these, let's talk about the prey. Is there anything to gain?"
"One thing, this is why I called you over." The commander of the big man paused for a moment, then faced Musa's doubtful gaze and spread his hands, "According to the description of the owner downstairs, this room was opened around eight o'clock in the evening.
The person is an Asian with an oriental face..."
"Walt?!"
Seeing Musa reacting as expected, the commander waved his hand, "Don't get excited, it's not necessarily true. It's just a preliminary confession, and there is no actual evidence that that person erased the surveillance data at the entrance of the store..."
"Are you kidding me?" He interrupted without politeness. Musa looked at his partner as if he were a fool and pointed at the corpse on the ground. "Or, I'll give you half a day, no, one day, and you can go.
Find an Asian killer who can easily kill three of his colleagues?"
"In fact, he should have only killed one...well, nine times out of ten, he was right."
This is also obvious. The small town has a limited area. It is indeed unlikely that an assassination master will suddenly appear in a short period of time and have the distinctive feature of an oriental face. This is unrealistic.
However, the commander Han still said: "The reason I am not sure is mainly due to another matter. I received the news when I came here. There is also a quite professional assassination scene in the small building to the east two blocks away from here.
, I haven’t seen it yet, but the feedback information is that the time difference between the two is not much, oh, they are also the familiar one-shot kill, hitting the forehead... Preliminary judgment, it is a stronghold of the Temple of Hell."
"The Temple of Hell?" Moussa couldn't help but trembled when he heard this, and he instantly understood the reason for his partner's caution. He was facing a person who had a terrifying influence in the underground world of Europe and the United States, and was even not weaker than a certain national intelligence agency.
He frowned, "What does this matter have to do with them? Huh, no, the accounting firm in the afternoon is owned by the Pacino family, and they raided the Temple of Hell just a few hours later."
In this situation...what does he want to do?"
The commander shook his head honestly: "I don't know, I just know that this matter is getting complicated. Maybe we should let it go for a while and investigate the situation clearly before making a decision..." Before the words could be finished, the ringtone of the mobile phone and the sound of the report in the headset were almost at the same time.
When it rang, Musa took out his cell phone and glanced at the number to signal, then walked aside to pick it up. The commander didn't pay attention and raised his hand to press the headset.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Captain, the scene has been processed, and the identity of the body has been basically confirmed. It is indeed an owl. There are no other valuable traces and clues. He does not seem to have resisted, or that
Too late to resist?"
"Copy that, is there anything else?"
"Well, there is another situation... We did not find the sniper rifle at the scene. It must have been taken away by someone."
"Took it away? Okay, I understand, you guys take the body back first." After cutting off the call, the commander frowned unconsciously. He was not worried. Since the identity of the other party has been basically confirmed, should he take it away?
Sniper rifles are indeed not of great significance. They are all equally dangerous anyway, and professional killers will not be short of guns. He is just a little confused and cannot understand the other party's intention of doing this.
"...Well, thank you for your hard work, get off work early...Don't worry, I will buy you two drinks. I will definitely tell the truth this time, swear to God, haha..."
Over there, Musa, who also cut off the call, looked a little weird, confused, shocked and still frightened. In short, he looked quite complicated. He stood there and pondered for a moment. Finally, he laughed and shook his head. He looked at the commander, the big man, and shook his phone.
"I think I know the specific identity of that person... After I left the office building in the afternoon, I used my personal connections to send pictures and portraits to my friends in the Archives Investigation Department. You know, things in the system are slow and slow, and there are procedures.
It was too cumbersome... Okay, I admit that I was a little unwilling at the time and wanted to get his identity information as soon as possible... He went upstairs and downstairs, up and down several times before his eyes, completely treating us like fools.
Well. Haha, now that I think about it, it’s not unacceptable to be tricked. It’s better than losing your life for no reason...well, have you ever heard of ghosts?”
Looking at his partner who was blinking blankly, Musa shook his head again, "It's normal that I haven't heard of it. This person seemed to have only been active in Asia before... What you just said makes sense. We really should investigate this matter carefully.
Decide whether to intervene. After all, there is data showing that this is a world-class killer..."
"Well?!"
So, what is our current world-class killer doing? He is trying to communicate friendly with people, although the atmosphere does not seem so harmonious...