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Chapter 12 The Killer Has No Holidays (Please recommend, please collect!)

soon.

It was dark.

A garbage truck slowly drove into the textile factory where the Brotherhood resident looked like a castle from the outside.

Soon.

A body was unloaded by a garbage truck.

Butcher's.

"Fake!"

"how come."

The repairman, the pharmacist, and Firefox, and the new killer Wesley, who just came out of the oven, stared at the butcher's corpse who was shot not only in the leg, but also in the chest, and even between the eyebrows. silence.

The cross... This is the rhythm of killing madness.

Wesley said so in his heart, but he wanted to kill the cross even more.

obviously.

Wesley believed that the butcher also died by the hands of the cross.

but……

A garbage worker seemed to have thought of something, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to the factory director Sloan, who was poker-faced, and said, "Director, I found it next to the butcher's body."

Factory director Sloan took over.

Firefox and the repairman asked the pharmacist to look at it.

The card is dark black.

Like a business card.

"Crime Notice"

"..."

"This is……"

"Texas Sin Hunter?"

"What evil hunter?"

Firefox looked at the ignorant Wesley, and briefly introduced: "In the past two years, a killer who has been in the Texas killer circle for the past two years, code-named Wushuang, was called the Evil Hunter by the police department, because the target of his ruling The characters are all guilty, especially like to give this card after the murder, the name is unknown, the age is unknown, even the gender is unknown, it seems that this Wushuang shot once in New York City a few days ago."

The last sentence, Firefox said to the factory director Sloan.

only……

Why did this Wushuang suddenly focus on the butcher?

Firefox frowned, "What did the butcher do today?"

The killer glanced at Sloan, and said to Firefox, "I'm going to carry out my destiny."

Firefox looked directly at Sloan.

Sloan raised an eyebrow.

10 minute later.

In Firefox's hand, he got a piece of information.

Rock Broughton's.

"he."

Firefox looked at Locke's information, and then, looking at the woven cloth with Locke's name written on it, and the codebook specially decrypted, he almost discovered Huadian at once: "Is he the Peerless Assassin?"

"what?"

The repairman looked at the photo, who looked very mature in a casual suit, but in fact he was only 16 years old. He felt absurd and laughed: "Firefox, he is only 16 years old. The Peerless Assassin came out two years ago." , that is to say, if this guy is the Peerless Assassin, then the Peerless Assassin's first murder was at the age of 14?"

……Right.

Firefox glanced at the repairman, and listened to the repairman's answer, thinking about it was right.

"Besides, Wesley died at the New Jersey Waterworks. I checked the signal of Rock Broughton's mobile phone. Today, he has never left New York City."

"That……"

"do not know."

The factory director, Sloan, looked a little unhappy.

The trouble caused by the cross has not yet been resolved, and yet another unparalleled assassin suddenly appeared?
How to drop.

Use my fraternity as a springboard, plan to use my fraternity as a tool to hit New York City?
at this time.

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa!"

"..."

An employee who was part killer intern and part employee, whose labor was exploited by Sloan for free, called: "The director, Sheriff George Stacey of the New York Police Department and the section chief of the Jersey City Police Department Sheriff Lun wants to see you."

Sloan looked at Firefox holding Locke's files: "This fate is for you and Wesley to judge."

Firefox nodded.

soon.

Several people left one after another.

after awhile.

Sloan squeezed a smile out of his wrinkled face, stood up, and shook hands with Sergeant George Stacy and Sergeant Curran who were brought in. The smile was similar to the polite words of welcome.

As the largest police agency in the entire federation, the New York Police Department has considerable right to speak.

Let's say that.

Don't look at the fact that the FBI can investigate the entire Federation. If you just look at the number of employees, the New York Police Department can completely blow up the FBI.

Elsewhere, the FBI can hang.

But in New York City?
The New York office of the FBI is actually a little transparent. If you want to accept a case, it depends not on whether the FBI wants to accept it, but whether the New York Police Department is willing to give it to you.

As for why George and Sergeant Coren came here, the reason is very simple.

The cases overlapped.

Yesterday, the identity information of the meat that smashed the Locke car was identified.

Employees in a textile factory.

The body of the taxi driver in the afternoon was not brought back by the people from the textile factory. After all, after the people from the textile factory found it, the body of the taxi driver had already been brought back to the Jersey City Police Station.

same.

The identity of the taxi driver is also an employee of the textile factory.

Although for New York, New Jersey across the Manhattan River is a rural area, but the relationship between George and the next-door cowboy Sheriff Collen, who is also from Texas, is quite good.

It's not...

After Colum had a word with him this afternoon, George felt keenly that there seemed to be some necessary connection between the two.

There are some problems in the textile factory where the two work.

Originally, George planned to come over tomorrow, but thinking about it, he promised his daughter yesterday that he would drive Gwen to Osborne Biology for an interview tomorrow. It happened that Colum just came to look for him, so he might as well come over to find out the situation first.

If there is a problem, how about scaring the snake out?
what?
in danger?
Ha ha.

No one dares to confront the New York Police Department on the territory of New York.

On the front, not the kind behind the scenes!
Neither does the FBI.

The exterior of the textile factory.

With a Super Magnum in his arms, Locke looked speechlessly at a police car parked in the textile factory with its gate open.

Good guy.

"I was just about to open Wushuang, and my father-in-law came?"

"Nonsence!"

"George is still wandering outside so late, does Helen know?"

Locke was speechless.

Just now, in the scope, he aimed at the employees of the textile factory, and was about to come to rescue the corpses. As a result, the moment he was about to pull the trigger, a police car rushed over coquettishly.

Look again.

Hey!
george.

Locke's eyebrows twitched, and he opened the safety, so as not to accidentally fire the gun, and accidentally kill George's soul in the textile factory.

but……

Why are there not many people in this fucking textile factory?
Locke put down the thermal imaging telescope in his hand, looked at the dozen or so kittens in the textile factory, and raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised.

and many more.

tomorrow……

Saturday?
……

(End of this chapter)