Super player of a certain American comic

Chapter 157 I Found You

On the ground, a homeless man curled up with a bruised face.

After hearing Locke's voice, he couldn't help but swayed.

Locke pulled out the chair and sat down.

"What did you do?"

"You care, how do I treat my people?"

"No."

Locke looked at Bowery King, shook his head and said: "Your home, your people, how to deal with it is your business. I just care about whether the information I bought at a big price is worth it."

Bowery grinned and said, "I watched the live broadcast tonight."

Locke smiled and looked around. It can't be said that there is everything here, and it can also be said that it is impoverished. Let alone TV, there is not even a war-damaged screen.

Bowery laughed and said, "My friend, this is my office."

Locke hummed.

Being able to set up one's own office in the sewer where the sewage flows across, Bowie's Swedish type has a brain.

but……

Locke didn't come here to be a psychiatrist. Gwen is a god of learning. He doesn't need to open a plug-in to perform as well as a krypton gold plug-in. He can't do it. He needs some skills to upgrade.

And psychological skills are not within the scope of Locke's choice.

Three thousand potential points, which are also potential points, are enough to buy a small blood bottle.

Moreover, psychology or something is not very suitable for a doer like Locke.

Bowery immediately took a puff of the cigar smoke ring and nodded slightly.

The two men walked directly to the homeless man with a bruised nose and swollen face, and with a scream, the homeless man was directly clamped.

Bowery put away the smile on his face, and stared at the homeless man coldly: "Tell Mr. Wushuang what you have seen."

Locke turned the chair under him and looked at the homeless man.

Tremblingly, the tramp narrated what happened in that alley yesterday.

This homeless man is the homeless man that Jeff Martin said was also in the alley. On the night of the crime, this homeless man was in the card house he built himself.

What I said at the beginning, the homeless man is actually similar to what Jeff Martin said. He even noticed the outside after Jeff Martin uttered a scream and two gunshots.

This homeless man is not an unorganized and undisciplined homeless man, but an organized homeless man. After visiting the pier at Bowery King's side, he was taught the three hundred ways of life-saving homeless men and how to distinguish the value Intelligence, therefore, when the gunshots sounded, it didn't rush out like a headless chicken.

He waited until the assailant with the lightning mask left outside, and then tremblingly got out of his card house. At that time, Jeff had already taken the dog with him, and the assailant had already left .

Locke frowned: "So, you don't know who the perpetrator is?"

talking.

Locke looked at Bowery King: "I thought, you said on the phone, you already knew who it was."

This is not a question of whether you can use a tracking card or a location card.

These two cards can of course be opened and hung, but without the name of the target, it's a fart to track.

Just like George has nothing to do with the Peerless Assassin.

What the Peerless Assassin exposed was only his appearance, and so far, any law enforcement agency has nothing else besides this appearance.

How to check?Where to check?

Bowery King laughed and said don't worry, then, he looked at the homeless man: "Tell our customers, what did you do after you went out?"

The homeless man trembled: "I... I took the policeman's wallet."

Locke seemed to think of something: "Are you also at the scene of the second homicide?"

The tramp nodded tremblingly.

To be precise, he was not at the scene, but he was being followed by the murderer.

After the homeless man realized who the person who hung up was, he thought about disposing of the wallet. As a result, when he was about to throw away the wallet, the male police officer seemed to notice him, just when the homeless man thought When he was about to be arrested without any hesitation, a white man who seemed to be unscrupulous appeared with a knife, and then hacked and killed the male police officer.

fortunately.

The tramp was organized, opened a sewer, and then, in the sewer he was familiar with, threw off the murderer three times, five times and two times, and hid again, knowing that he was found by Bowery King's people.

Bowery King took out a sketch from his arms and handed it to Locke: "This is the sketch that I invited an artist to come over and make."

Locke took over.

moment.

The door of the memory palace was opened wide, and then the pages of photos in the memory palace were opened, and in an instant, the man in the sketch began to be compared in the memory palace.

next second.

Locke compared the scene of the second crime with the guy who had glimpsed half of his face among the onlookers.

The homeless man over there wailed: "Boss, I really didn't mean to, I..."

Not finished.

with a snap.

Bowery King's subordinates had already slapped the homeless man in the face.

The sound is a bit dull, not very crisp.

Well, homeless people have rougher skin, which is completely understandable.

Bowery King sneered, pointed at the homeless man with a cigar, and said to Locke, "This idiot came here to pay homage to the pier half a year ago. Although I haven't provided any information in the past six months, I don't mind. I'd better raise him." Look at him, and it turns out..."

If there is any group in New York City who can see all directions and listen to all directions, then the homeless group dare to say that it is second, and no one dares to say that it is the first.

And Bowery King is the king of this bum empire.

He gave warmth to those who were bankrupt and homeless, so that they would not die in ignorance or die of thirst and starvation or something.

In return, the tramps collected any valuable intelligence and clues for Bowery King.

Like this time.

Bowery King took a sip of his cigar: "You idiot, if you told me that you were an eyewitness in the first place, instead of coveting the less than one hundred dollars in cash in the wallet, you know , How much of this information can you share from the rewards given by our customers?"

talking.

Bowery King paused for a moment, and then put up a palm with a look of disappointment on your face: "Five thousand dollars, a full five thousand dollars, you idiot."

Locke glanced at Bowery King.

Five thousand dollars?

Is abalone skinned?

If he remembered correctly, he had given Bowery King fifteen Continental gold coins for an expedited order.

Although the exchange rate of mainland gold coins to US dollars has always been a mystery.

but……

A gold coin, no matter what, can be exchanged for more than five thousand dollars.

and so.

Sure enough, capitalists are always the most profitable. Moreover, capitalists can always show an expression of bleeding if I give you five thousand dollars.

Bowery King took a deep breath, made a distressed expression, and waved directly: "Take him out, find a place to bury him... send him away."

The homeless man panicked completely.

A thud.

When the homeless man was about to beg for mercy, he punched the homeless man unconsciously, and was dragged away by the two men.

Bowery King laughed and looked at Locke: "Mr. Wu Shuang, I am not a guilty person."

I almost forgot who was sitting in front of me.

If he had forgotten this just now, he might be kicked out of GG too.

The corner of Locke's mouth raised, and he stood up: "Okay, the transaction is over, I should go too, thank you, Mr. Bowery King."

He's not that nosy.

Again.

In this world, villains are endlessly killed, and the Peerless Assassin is not a voluntary labor. If no one offers a reward to the villain, except for a very few because of interest, under normal circumstances, Locke will not kill for free.

soon.

Go back to the Star Building.

At this moment, a new day has already begun.

Locke, who was sleepless again, felt extremely energetic. After taking a shower and changing into clean clothes, he pretended to go to bed early and get up early, and wiped his soon-to-dry hair and came to the study.

turn on computer.

I directly checked the backstage of the New York monitoring center, and selected the monitoring on Fifth Avenue in the Lower East Side yesterday afternoon. Then, I drank the first glass of bourbon in the morning, and exchanged good morning with Gwen who sent the message. While watching the monitor that is fast forwarding.

Soon.

Locke pressed the space bar, watched and monitored, followed the crowd, and watched the melon-eating target together, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "I got you."

There are always some murderers who can't bear their own impulses and run to join others to watch their own murder scene.

This one is no exception.

Locke shook his head speechlessly.

Fortunately, at the time, he thought that someone from some mysterious organization had come out and planned to use this method to tarnish his reputation or force him to show up.

Locke really thought so at first.

but……

Locke guessed wrong, this guy is just an idiot, an idiot who doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth.

And this guy is a celebrity.

Locke had just put the guy's facial screenshot into the program for operation. As a result, it was not the New York Police Department that jumped out of the clue first, but a mass entertainment video platform Youtube jumped out.

Whoa!
"Have you tried the taste of billiards?"

"Brilliant video, the man swallowed five billiard balls."

"Oh God, you can't believe how big a man's stomach can be."

"..."

Locke was shocked.

After watching the video, I was even more shocked.

This video seems to be the surveillance of a casino. In the surveillance, the man Locke was looking for was beaten up by a very smart but handsome man. Even after that, the unlucky man The guy was pushed on the billiard table by that person, and then swallowed the billiard balls one after another.

……

(End of this chapter)