A Beautiful Comic Life Beginning with a Killer

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This is the truth.

Can this still be a little fake?

This is the answer that Hawk and Emilia gave out after hearing Gwen's answer.

Hawke was sure that Gwen was telling the truth.

After all, in Hawke's mind, Gwen is always the soft blonde little girl holding a cup of hot cocoa and explaining Captain America seriously.

As for Emilia's thoughts?
Does it matter?

unimportant.

Hawke smiled, unlocked the brand new car paid by [Common Prosperity Insurance], and helped Gwen open the door: "Let's go, I'll take you back to school."

Gwen nodded.

after awhile.

After putting Gwen and Emilia at the school gate, Hawk started the car again and left. After all, he had agreed to ask for leave in the afternoon to visit a friend who was seriously ill.

Although that friend has already hung up.

But Hawke thought about it, and went to the Brooklyn cemetery, found a stone, stuck it in the soil, and used it as the tombstone of the arms dealer Chen, and placed the lilies he bought in front of the tombstone.

"do not blame me."

Hawke patted the stone inserted in the soil, which was regarded as the tombstone of the arms dealer Chen, and sighed: "I wanted to collect your body, but I didn't have a chance, but you should be able to rest in peace, killer." People will go to hell with you."

Say it.

Hawk got up, straightened his cuffs, turned and left the cemetery, and returned home.

Turn on the TV.

Coincidentally, the news happened not long ago that there was an explosion in an apartment in Brooklyn.

Still live.

Behind the blond reporter was an apartment building that had been guarded by the New York Police Department. Police officers one after another were carrying various things like hardworking ants.

"Detective Hayes!"

The blond reporter saw an acquaintance, stepped forward quickly, and stopped Detective Bob Hayes, who had just got out of the car and was about to enter the apartment with Beckett: "I heard that the owner of the house where the explosion occurred is an underground arms dealer. , is this true?"

Bob Hayes looked at the blond, blue-eyed and rough reporter in front of him, smiled and said: "Susan, I just came here, if you want to ask me, at least wait until I come out."

"Detective Hayes..."

After Bob Hayes finished speaking, he stopped talking, but walked a few steps quickly, and caught up with Detective Beckett who had already entered the apartment building.

"Is Kevin okay?"

"I'm doing a psychological evaluation report today."

"Isn't the report yesterday?"

"No."

Kate Beckett walked into the elevator with Bob Hayes, shaking her head and said: "The psychiatrist said that Kevin still has a certain psychological shadow, so I don't really recommend him to go out to work, I found someone, please help to do it again. "

Bob Hayes shook his head: "Okay, but if it were me, I would have a psychological shadow if I met the damn killer face to face and let the killer go."

Beckett smiled, but did not speak.

soon.

The fourth floor is here.

"Detective!"

"Detective."

At this moment, the flames in the arms dealer Chen's apartment had been extinguished, but there was still a smell in the air that was difficult to describe and express in any words.

Similar to the smell of burnt meat.

but……

It also seemed to smell like expired lemonade.

The police officers who were busy collecting evidence inside looked at the two police detectives who walked in and said hello again and again.

After Beckett and Bob put on shoe covers and gloves at the door, they walked into the devastated room that looked like a dilapidated building, and followed a police officer who showed the way to the second bedroom: "The corpse is here. It was found inside, and it was a document from under the sink that hadn't been completely burned."

Jack Chen!
Beckett glanced at the second bedroom that was also burnt but more thoroughly than the outside, took the photo handed over by the police officer, then turned around and walked out of the second bedroom, taking a breath carefully.

Bob followed closely, looking at the half-burned certificate in Beckett's hand.

"Bullet Chen?"

"……you recognize?"

Beckett looked at Bob.

Bob nodded and looked at Beckett.

"You should, too."

"is it?"

"When we were collecting information about the killer King, the name of this bullet Chen appeared. According to the information provided by the informant, the guns and ammunition used by the killer King were all provided by this bullet Chen."

"..."

Beckett remembered.

but……

Beckett took a look at the apartment, although the apartment was charred and couldn't see its original appearance, but the problem was: "I thought the arms dealer who could provide the killer King with guns and ammunition should not live in the same place. It's here."

If the killer King is a small person, then it is normal for the bullet Chen who provided him with ammunition to live here, or even just a second-hand dealer.

But the killer King is not a small person. Bullet Chen, who provided him with ammunition, cannot be called an arms dealer, but it should be the kind of underground arms dealer who lives in a high-end apartment.

here?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a place where a down-and-out Erdao dealer lives.

Bob smiled: "How else can we say that we have very few clues about the killer King, a small arms dealer, there are not so many rules, and there are not so many eyes watching."

Beckett nodded.

This is true.

However, some of the big arms dealers in New York have special folders on the side of the New York Police Department. However, due to procedural justice, they clearly know that these people are selling arms, but there is no substance to go to. There is no way to capture the evidence in the court.

"Has the cause of the explosion been found out?"

"Check it out."

An agent from the Bureau of Tobacco, Alcohol, Guns and Explosives, that is, the ATF, who came to support temporarily pointed to a pothole that was blown out on the ground of the second bedroom, and then shook some of the explosive wreckage just collected and said: "The origin of the explosion was over there. The explosive was TNT, which triggered the detonation. It was right at the door. After the explosion, it spread to the explosives placed in this house, and a second explosion occurred immediately."

With his right finger under the tip of his nose, Bob looked at the stones in a bag lifted by an officer nearby.

"Is this Bullet Chen?"

Bob looked at the size of the body, and exclaimed: "Good guy, it's so broken, I'm afraid he didn't sit on top of the explosives."

The ATF agent looked at Bob: "That's true."

Bob opened his mouth.

forget it.

Beckett on the side said: "In other words, if these corpses are about to be Bullet Chen, then Bullet Chen is already dead. Someone put explosives under Bullet Chen's body. As long as someone comes over, once they enter the bedroom door , it will trigger an explosion, right?"

The ATF agent nods.

"Indeed."

"What about the second body?"

Beckett frowned: "Or, are they mixed together?"

ATF agent: "..."

Bob: "..."

(End of this chapter)