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Chapter 123 Big Man (Third)

If everything Alex said was true, then the murder of her father must not have been as simple as it seemed.Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the testimony of Alex, the family member of the deceased, may not be objective, but in any case, Gwen felt that it was necessary for her to confirm it.

She put on the self-made black and white uniform, and flew across the city to the headquarters of the New York Police Department.She lightly landed on the outer edge of the building and climbed along the wall to the window.

To her surprise, she thought the detectives should have gone home to rest at this point, but there was still a light coming from a window.She climbed to the window, raised half her head and looked inside.She saw a homicide detective sitting at the desk, illuminating it with the light of a lamp.

The police detective sat on the edge of the table, concentrating on flipping through a certain case file.

Gwen turned over and leaned her back against the wall by the window, using her hands and feet to cling to the wall.She was going to wait for the detective to turn off the lights and leave before sneaking in, to see if she could find Alex's father's file.

There were footsteps in the corridor outside the room, followed by the door opening.Gwen couldn't help stealing another look inside, only to find that a police detective with a half-bald head walked in.

"Huh?" The bald detective asked strangely, "March, you haven't left yet?"

"Frank, didn't you go home?" The police detective named March waved at him.

"I forgot the key. As I get older, my memory is not as good as it used to be." Detective Frank sighed, and walked to his colleague's table, "Is there a case that you can't let go?"

"Yeah, yesterday's case. A middle-aged man named Rock Russell overdosed."

Gwen pricked up her ears.She remembered that it was Alex's father.

Detective Frank frowned: "I heard that the case has been investigated. The guy was found together with the syringe. The toxin in his body can poison an elephant, and his fingerprints were also extracted from the syringe. The evidence is solid, It's a certainty, what else is there to see?"

"Too many." Detective March shook his head. "There are loopholes in this theory from beginning to end. Nothing else. I did the research, Frank. Mr. Russell bears no resemblance to a drug addict. He died He wore a designer watch on his wrist when he was young, and he had a rather valuable painting hanging in his room. We've been detectives all our time, and we've all seen real junkies, Frank. You know in the home of a real junkie , these things will eventually turn into drugs.”

"So maybe he didn't do drugs before? Maybe Mr. Russell finally decided he wanted to have some fun and make a difference in life?"

"It's not that simple." Detective March denied, "and I went to the company where Mr. Russell worked and asked some questions. Some people said that Mr. Russell seemed to have asked questions before his death. He felt that the financial statements of his department There was a vacancy of a large amount of funds. He went to his boss with the list, and the result after verification was only that it was an accounting error."

Frank took the file from him, picked it up and turned a few pages, frowning.

"Things are very wrong, Frank, I can smell it." Detective March said firmly. "Don't tell me it's just a coincidence. If it's a coincidence, then I've been a detective for so many years."

Frank patted the case file lightly and put it back on the desk.He looked around, as if to make sure that there were really only the two of them here, and then he lowered his voice and said, "Just for your own good, March, let this case go."

Detective March was taken aback for a moment: "Why?"

Frank was silent for a while, then slowly said a word: "Jin Bin."

There was a sudden silence in the office.The two detectives stopped talking strangely, and the air could smell like a needle dropping.

"Damn it, you mean the company that Mr. Russell works for," Detective March also lowered his voice intentionally or unintentionally, "actually working for Jin Bin?"

When they said the word "Jin Bin", their tone was so soft, as if they were afraid that as long as they mentioned this name, they would be grabbed by the big man with all-hands.

Detective March pulled out a cigarette, took out his lighter, lit it, and took a deep drag.

"Damn it." He exhaled the smoke ring and cursed under his breath. "Mr. Russell. Have you ever been to his house? He has a wife and a daughter who is 17 years old. God, the little girl is as old as my niece."

"I know," Frank said.

Then they didn't speak for a while, until the cigarette in Detective March's hand burned to the filter.

"What a fucking city." He cursed again.

"Welcome to New York." Frank picked up March's coat from the back of the chair and threw it into the arms of the colleague. "Come on, let's go back all the way, and we can still take a ride."

"Okay." Detective March shrugged, put on his coat, and seemed to have accepted the facts and decided to abandon the case.

"Maybe we can have a drink or two before we go back," Frank suggested. "I'm treating you."

"You said it yourself, I'm going to drink up your next month's salary."

"Ha, if you can."

The conversation of the two detectives and the sound of footsteps disappeared down the corridor together.Gwen waited for a while before opening the window and crawling in, walked lightly to Detective March's desk just now, and picked up the case file he had thrown on the desk.

At the same time, she kept asking the same question over and over in her mind.

Who is Jin Bing?

***
A big man with a height of two meters and broad shoulders stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the bustling night scene of New York City from a height of more than 200 meters.He was wearing a custom-made oversized suit, and his body width was close to that of two grown men.He had shaved his head, and the white lamp lit the top of his bald head as brightly as a freshly polished marble floor.

Jin Bin, the master of New York's underground world, the truly unique king of the criminal world, and perhaps even the largest underworld leader in the United States.Not only does he control all the criminals in New York, but he also has his pawns in all the key departments and institutions of the city.In terms of actual influence alone, the mayor of New York City is not even as powerful as him.

A man in a suit walked into the room.He wears glasses, looks gentle, and behaves respectfully.He stood at the door with a standard posture, and said in a very soft voice: "Sir, the time is up. The theme of the fundraising party held by Mr. Michael Paso is to rebuild New York."

"Understood." Jin did not turn his head, and replied in a majestic and hoarse voice, "You go down first, go to the car and wait, and I will follow."

"Yes, sir."

(End of this chapter)