Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 152 Do you want to play big? (Sixth update, please book in full!!!)
in the ward.

Just as the doctor said, when the effect of the anesthesia that was enough to numb ten people had just worn off, Jeff Martin couldn't wait to wake up and gasp for air.

pain.

Pain all over my body.

but……

Jeff would rather grin his teeth and gasp over there, and refuse any doctor to give him anesthesia.

"You don't know at all."

Jeff looked at his friend George who walked in, grinned, and gasped, and said, "What kind of feeling is it in the world? I have been to hell, and it feels terrible there."

Ashes fell from the sky all the time.

Every breath is filled with the strong smell of sulfur.

Jeff had lingering fears: "Don't give me anesthesia, I feel fine, pain, let me enjoy, let me know, I'm still alive."

George smiled: "Old man, you are not young anymore. It is good to let young people try that kind of new stuff. We have passed the stage of tasting new things. If you want to feel pain, go to the boxing gym to experience it. That’s good, and you can earn extra money.”

One profession is a police detective's human sandbag, but it is very popular.

It is estimated that someone will spend a hundred dollars to come to Jeff and make his sandbags.

Jeff laughed like a broken gong, and then let out a cry of pain, clutching his chest, and grinning: "The person who killed me was not the Peerless Assassin, in fact, he saved me."

He was in hell, walking on the magma road, and when he was about to walk towards the magnificent palace ahead, suddenly, he felt a rope was tied to his body, and then, like fishing, he was caught The people pulled and roared, and the surrounding pictures instantly seemed to go backwards.

When he felt it again, he found that he was already in the dissecting room, his body was lying on the dissecting table, and next to him was a man wearing sunglasses and a suit and leather shoes, grabbing his mouth and drinking A peerless assassin of a certain potion.

Jeff could feel that the reason why he came back was because of the potion.

Listening to Jeff's words to justify the name of the Peerless Assassin, George nodded: "I know."

The notice, the test results of the forensics department have come out.

Counterfeit.

So far, no matching materials have been found for the few unparalleled assassin's notices kept in the New York Police Department's forensic department, or even a similar material.

But this time, although the two notices were not ordinary materials, they could be distinguished.

"Who is the murderer?"

"Feel sorry."

Jeff shook his head: "He wears a mask, a lightning-shaped mask. I didn't grab that mask until I died."

until death...

Jeff felt weird when he said that.

He didn't die, but he knew very well that he had died once.

Thinking so, Jeff looked at George in the room, and Locke who came in with Gwen, and said, "However, he is a drug addict and he is not very old. If he hadn't sneaked up on me from behind, I wouldn't have We will not let him have a chance to make a move, it is possible that we have captured him before."

"How to say?"

"He hated us very much, otherwise, he wouldn't have killed me and stabbed me so many times."

"..."

Jeff's cause of death was shot, and those stab wounds on his body, before he belched, Jeff can guarantee that none of them were there.

As for why it is called an addict?

The New York Police Department has dealt with addicts too many times. Even if they only use that thing once, if 48 people don't disappear, they can be known at a glance.

"correct."

Jeff seemed to think of something, looked at George: "There was a homeless man in the alley, did you find him?"

George frowned: "Homeless? No."

Jeff said: "There was a bum there at the time. If you find him, maybe you can find the damn guy."

George quickly called a police officer and asked him to tell the news to Kate and Jason who were leading the police officers to carry out a carpet search outside.

Locke stood beside him calmly.

Originally, he thought he had entered a dead end, but he didn't expect it to turn brighter.

tramp.

Isn't that Bowery King's place?
Let's say that.

In New York City, so many pigeons, 50.00% of them are pigeons of Bowery King. At the same time, Bowery King is also one of the partners of the Continental Hotel, controlling most of the homeless people in New York.

at this time.

A police officer came in from the outside with a nervous expression and looked at George in the room: "Sir, the police officer was shot on Fifth Street in the Lower East Side, and the notice also appeared."

George was slightly taken aback.

Like Gwen, Locke also had an expression of disbelief.

Whoa whoa whoa!

A police car and an Audi R8 drove into Fifth Avenue on the Lower East Side in tandem. An alley on the other side of the street was undoubtedly cordoned off.

get off.

George, who was in the police car in front, got out of the car and walked towards Locke and Gwen who got off the Audi R8 parked behind, frowned: "Didn't I tell you not to come over?"

Gwen got out of the car and said, "Dad, this must be copycat crime again."

Both the evidence and Jeff's confession have shown this.

The Peerless Assassin seemed to have noticed what happened here. Although he didn't come forward, he still rescued Jeff and asked Jeff to tell them that he didn't do this.

George said directly: "This is a crime scene. We can't be sure of this until the evidence comes out. Okay, go back to the hospital to accompany your mother."

While speaking, George walked towards the cordon, pointed to Gwen and Locke, and said to the patrolman over there: "Don't let these two people in."

The patrolman nodded.

Since Jeff was confirmed dead yesterday, the police force of the entire New York Police Department has directly formed a large net, starting from the alley where Jeff died and spreading in all directions.

One after another.

House after house.

complaint?

When the Ministry of Internal Affairs is faced with the shooting of police officers, any complaints against the police station are regarded as invisible. They have been looked down upon by their colleagues in various ways. If they make trouble at this time, it will not be a matter of looking down. up.

As for when to stop?
Such behavior depends on when the murderer is shot or caught. If necessary, even if such behavior is spread to cities around New York City, the New York Police Department will do it.

Ms. Casey even issued a press conference last night, condemning the case, and told the media that the New York Police Department will do whatever it takes to catch the murderer.

but……

Right now, their murderer has not been caught yet, and they have reduced their staff by one more person.

Half an hour ago, a male police officer who was in charge of searching the area for any clues about the shooting suddenly lost contact. When he realized something was wrong and found him, he was already lying in a pool of blood in the alley.

Locke and Gwen stood outside the cordon, looking into the alley.

George held a notice in his hand.

but……

This time it was handwritten.

Thought you were prepared.

Locke sneered in his heart, and George over there also understood, and gestured to Kate next to him and Jason who rushed over to this area with his hand.

obviously.

This time, the murderer who pretended to be the Peerless Assassin did not come prepared, but did it suddenly. There was only one reason why he could do this. He was discovered by the policeman, or in other words, what kind of thing was he discovered by the policeman? clues.

soon.

A police officer who got into the trash can held up a wallet and stood up from the trash can.

Locke fixed his eyes, and a part of the photo in the wallet was exposed.

Jeff Martin's wallet.

It is a full two kilometers away from the alley where Jeff Martin was murdered.

Gwen, who was standing next to her, took out the phone she had been thinking about, and the ding ding ding sounded non-stop.

"Lock, look at the grade group."

"Ok?"

Locke came back to his senses and looked at the grade group on Gwen's mobile phone. There is no doubt that they all seemed to know about this matter, and they were constantly scrolling through the news that the Peerless Assassin had killed another police officer.

The cordon is not far away.

The media reporters carrying all kinds of equipment have already swarmed here, and some of them have already begun to report on the scene that the Peerless Assassin killed a police officer again.

night time.

After Locke returned from the Continental Hotel, he turned on the TV.

into the eye.

It was reported by New York First Television Station.

A female reporter with a distinctive appearance was reporting the news of the murder in the Lower East Side three hours ago. The male police officer had been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

But whether he can be rescued or not really depends on God's will.

Locke, who was sitting on the sofa, narrowed his eyes.

『Mission: "Someone is imitating my face!"』

"Basic mission rewards: "Achievement Points*1000", "Potential Points*1000""

『Mission description: "Can you bear this? I can't even bear it. Come on, catch him and let him know what cruelty is!"』

"Task bonus description: "The greater the impact, the greater the bonus!"』

"Ah."

Locke watched the TV and the carnival on the Internet, couldn't help laughing, and slowly stood up from the sofa: "You want to play with my identity, okay, I'll play with you!"

talking room.

Locke has turned around, walked out of his body, put on sunglasses, and left the Star Building directly.

New York First Television Building.

Any piece of hot news is a carnival for the media, which means that the media need to work overtime to be able to join the carnival game in the first place.

Unhindered all the way.

Locke directly arrived at the studio that was still in operation.

The two guards at the door looked at Locke who came out of the elevator without any badge, and were slightly taken aback: "Hey, you are..."

Locke flicked his right hand, and put the unparalleled artifact on the head of the security guard. He looked at the other security guard and smiled slightly: "Aren't you going to report to me? Now that I'm here, is it a surprise?"

……

(End of this chapter)