A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

Chapter 175 My son-in-law is a giant! (110, please subscribe!!)

Hawke and George spoke almost at the same time.

After finishing speaking, the two of them stared blankly at each other.

"You speak first."

"You talk first."

"..."

Hawke looked at George who was taken aback again, smiled slightly, and when he said the third sentence, he spoke first: "You ask first, George, I insist."

The first time, it was an accident.

The second time, Hawke did it on purpose.

Hawk now thinks that George is quite cute, especially when George is very confused, he is even more cute.

what.

Am I really sick?

Hawke's heart broke and he blinked.

George didn't say anything after listening to Hawke's words. Instead, after he came back to his senses, he calmed down and found out the topic he was about to ask Hawke just now.

"On Monday, I handled a case."

"Not King!"

"..."

Hawk looked at George's gaze, raised his eyebrows, laughed, and waved his hand: "Sorry, I'm used to it, you continue."

Looks like you killed again on Monday?
George narrowed his eyes, thinking in his mind, while thinking about the issue of the police station receiving a report this Monday, he continued following what he had just begun.

On Monday, George was dealing with the aftermath of Hofton Avenue and Illidan Avenue and Ninth Street, as usual.

Although the Department of Homeland Security needs to take full responsibility for this matter.

but……

The Department of Homeland Security is also responsible for the loss of the New York Police Department. For a whole week, the two sides are still arguing about this matter.

But when George was sorting out the information, Beckett knocked on the door and came in, saying that there was a murder in his jurisdiction and they needed to go to the scene.

When he went to the scene with Beckett, George already knew the identity of the victim this time.

Frank Barlow.

Worked in a financial company on Wall Street and was still an executive.

But after George and Beckett arrived at their destination, looking at the dilapidated six-story apartment in front of them, their first reaction was whether there was something wrong with the data.

Wall Street executives, shouldn't they live on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, where the drunks are drunk, how could they live in this dilapidated apartment?

But after George entered the room, he realized that there was something wrong with it.

The exterior walls of this apartment looked dilapidated, but the decoration standard of Frank Barlow's home was almost on par with the imperial palace.

Frank Barlow bought all the fifth and sixth floors of this apartment, and then, after they were all connected, it became a super-large LOFT with luxurious decoration.

Frank Barlow's body was in a room on the second floor of LOFT that looked like a meeting room.

George was a little stunned looking at this conference table that should have appeared in the office and not at home, and Beckett explained it.

Frank Barlow is a typical workaholic, plus a cheapskate, often on Saturdays and Sundays, in the name of inviting colleagues to dinner, he invites his subordinates to his home... to come to work.

If you go to work in the company on Saturdays and Sundays, you need to pay overtime pay.

And it's expensive.

And on Saturdays and Sundays, let the employees come to the house for gatherings...to work, not only do they not need to pay overtime pay, even the employees hardly or dare not come to the door empty-handed.

For Frank Barlow, this trick not only saved the company a lot of overtime expenses, but also allowed him to earn a lot of money.

For example, the male employees are working in the conference room, and Frank Barlow is enjoying the willing service from the female employees in the next room?

I have to say, this day is too much.

then……

Frank Barlow was dead.

George looked at the direction of the corpse, and saw that the corpse's head was facing the wall, and its toes were facing the glass window pierced by bullets. It was lying on the ground as if it had been shot in the head.

Hawke blinked, looked at George who had stopped, and couldn't quite understand why George called him over for dinner this time: "George, do you want to ask me if King did this?"

George shook his head resolutely, and looked at Hawke: "If King did this case, then Frank Barlow's house must have been emptied of valuables."

Hawk opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself.

but……

Forget it.

Hawk waved his hand: "So, do you want to ask me if I know this killer, or do you want me to help you investigate the case?"

Jesus Christ.

You are too much, George.

When can a killer join forces with a police detective?

You are not afraid to spread the word and ruin your reputation as a police detective, but I am afraid that the word will lower my grade.

I am dignified and free, the Big Three of killers, partnered with a mere police detective?

It was a very embarrassing thing for King to spread the news.

but.

George shook his head again, and said to Hawke, "Listen to me first."

Done.

George organized his language, followed him to see Frank Barlow's body, and the bullet holes in the glass windows, and continued to talk down.

There are dead bodies.

There are bullet holes in the glass windows.

It seems that the case is already obvious, and the whole crime scene is also very clear at a glance.

Someone fired from outside the glass window, and then the bullet penetrated the glass window, and then the bullet sank into Frank Barlow's head, blowing him off.

But there is a problem.

Frank Barlow's location was on the sixth floor of the apartment, and outside that window, there was no place to step down at all.

Especially after Tuesday's ballistic analysis report came out, the neat case became even more confusing.

In Morgan's forensic office, the very British-looking Morgan, holding the evidence box containing the bullets, asked George and Beckett to take a closer look at the dissected body of Frank Barlow, and then gestured, The flight rules of this ballistic are coming.

According to Frank Barlow's autopsy report, combined with the ballistic analysis report, the bullet was shot into Frank Barlow's head at a parallel angle.

That is to say, the murderer who shot the gun was at the position at that time. From the perspective of scientific analysis, he was standing outside the window in the true sense.

Here comes the problem.

The sixth floor has no footing at all, and there is no apartment of the same height on the opposite side. There is only a four-lane subway track opposite Frank Barlow's apartment, and on the other side of the open-air subway track is the river.

However, at that time, George and Beckett just felt strange, and didn't think about it in terms of weirdness. After all, they were professional police detectives, and they had never seen any weird cases.

Just when George and Beckett led the police officers to investigate and analyze the case of Frank Barlow, on Friday, that is, yesterday, another case came.

He also died from a headshot shot to the head.

But this time the deceased was not an executive of a Wall Street financial company, but the boss of an unknown arms company.

It is a bit far-fetched to say that the arms company is a bit far-fetched. In fact, it is a warmonger. Its main business is to purchase arms from the Federation, and then Tao Teng goes out and sells them to generals who need arms at a higher price.

But this time, the second-hand dealer was not assassinated in his own home, but was killed in a luxury car parked by the side of the road.

At the very beginning, when George saw the intact vehicle and the dead body sitting in the backseat, the first object of suspicion was the driver.

But the driver had a perfect alibi. The reason why he parked the car on the side of the road was because he had a stomachache. After the deceased scolded him, he asked him to solve it quickly. The car door, almost scared to death.

George and Beckett couldn't help but looked at each other when Morgan's forensic doctor arrived, lifted out the body, and saw the wound.

The wound is on top of the head.

position of the skull.

No matter how you look at the entrance of this bullet, it looks like it fell from the sky early in the morning...

Pooh.

The bullet was shot straight from the height, passed through the open sunroof of the car, and then sank into the skull of the deceased, and then sent the deceased away.

Just this morning, the ballistic analysis data of the second deceased came out.

This bullet is not the first time it has appeared.

Then it got weird.

The bullet that killed the second-hand dealer came from the same pistol that killed Frank Barlow on Monday.

Simply put.

The person who killed Frank Barlow and the second-hand trafficker may not have used the same person, but the weapon must have been the same weapon.

There is still no clue about Monday's case, and now, there is another case that also seems to have no clue at first glance?
The most important thing.

From a scientific point of view, no matter how you look at the shooting positions of the bullet holes of these two people, there is no way to see them at all.

And these two people, there is no place to contact, two people who are completely irrelevant, the way of killing them is simple and neat, naturally, George thought of the killer!
Also, a, not very scientific, killer in New York City.

George lacks a certain understanding of the world in which the killer lives.

But that's over!

just now……

Although George still has no idea about the world of killers, he knows a future son-in-law who is well-versed in the world of killers, and even holds the title of one of the Big Three freelance killers, and who can be on call at any time.

what?
Not coming?

Anyway, George would never call Hawke directly, he called his precious daughter, although this seemed to be using Gwen again.

But think on the bright side.

His own daughter, Gwen, also hopes to stay with Hawke outside of school, so what George said, in fact, can be said to be a kind of connivance and a certain degree of recognition.

……

(End of this chapter)