After simulating crimes 100,000 times, I became an ace detective

At this moment.

Inside the abandoned gymnasium in Queens.

Number One wiped the blood off his face, and shook his arm, which was pretending to be shot, to shake off the blood on it.

He glanced expressionlessly at Q, who was no longer breathing with broken limbs, and then looked at Number Ten, who was loading a magazine into his submachine gun, and said.

"Number Ten."

"I have already told Number Seven and others about this."

"But why are you so sure...they will definitely come to this abandoned gymnasium instead of hiding directly or giving up helping Q collect his body?"

"Although K has already gone to New York Harbor, he will most likely be killed by that dog."

"But the professor is still in New York. If Number Seven and others ask about the professor's situation, with his judgment like the old monster, he will always find that this is a trap."

"At that time, we will probably be passive. Going against the professor... always makes me feel that there will be no good end."

For what Number One said.

Number 10 did not answer immediately, but cleaned the submachine gun snatched from Q, loaded the magazine, and narrated nonchalantly.

"Passive?"

"We will not be passive now, we will always take the initiative."

"Because, too many top-ranked people in the poker organization have either become corpses or will soon become corpses in the operation in New York Harbor."

"Do you think that the group of idiots No. 7 can accomplish anything?"

"Indeed, the professor may see our plan, but they have to understand it, right?"

"If we don't get rid of the two of us, with the secrets of the organization we know, do you think...the professor can continue to develop the organization with peace of mind?"

"Even if K gets rid of that dog, the poker organization will no longer be at risk of being exposed."

"But we are still here, as long as the two of us are willing, we can give the Morgan Consortium more relevant intelligence and information, which is more effective than that dog."

"You say...can the professor sleep in this situation?"

"Open conspiracy, understand?"

"This time we are a thorough open conspiracy. Whether they ask the professor or not, they will eventually come to this abandoned gymnasium."

As soon as these words came out,

Number One was stunned. He didn't expect that Number Ten had thought of all the details so thoroughly.

However, Number One was still obviously worried. He pointed at Q's body and asked.

"Number Ten."

"I understand what you mean. Although Number Seven and the others will definitely come, how should we deal with them then?"

"They have more people than us, and since I just sent them a photo of Q, I also told them that I was injured."

"If I'm not here, won't they find out the problem right away?"

"What problem did you find?" Number Ten looked at the hesitant and nervous Number One, and was obviously a little impatient, but he also tried to suppress this emotion as much as possible and continued to explain.

"We have moved Q's body to the gymnasium. You just took the photo from a distance, which means... you are not next to Q."

"You will hide in a place where they can't see you at first, and wait quietly for their status and situation."

"If they don't find any problems, then proceed according to the original plan."

"But if they find out, then... forget it, I will help you confirm the situation directly."

Speaking of this.

Number 10 suddenly took out his mobile phone and dialed the professor's number, with a little cold light in his eyes.

Seeing the action of Number 10.

Number 1 immediately became anxious and hurriedly said puzzled.

"Wait, Number 10."

"Why did you suddenly call the professor? Isn't this directly exposing our actions?"

"If the professor doesn't let Number 7 and the others come, but tells the Morgan Consortium, then we will be blocked here and have no chance to escape."

After Number 1's words fell.

Number 10 frowned in confusion, put the phone back in his pocket, and narrated puzzledly.

"The phone is turned off."

"The professor's phone is turned off at this time."

"Forget it, don't worry about these trivial things, and No. 1, I will repeat it again... The professor will never let us be caught by the Morgan Consortium."

"Because, we are traitors in the first place, as long as we are caught by the Morgan Consortium, we will never continue to help him hide things about the organization."

"If the professor still wants to rebuild the poker organization, he will not do such a thing."

"So, now he has no one else to arrange, and the only thing left is to let No. 7 and others to solve our problem."

"If they don't come, will they dare?"

"No. 1, put down your unnecessary worries, what you need to worry about now is... how to get rid of No. 7 and others, and get a huge reward that is enough for future life."

After saying this.

No. 10 stopped talking, and turned his back to No. 1, and sorted out the submachine gun again.

But in a place where No. 1 couldn't see, No. 10's eyes were full of cruelty and excitement, and he began to imagine his wonderful life with these huge rewards.

Of course, she never thought of... splitting the bounties in two.

Even number one, when it is no longer useful, will also become an attractive $100 million.

......

At the same time.

In a high-end villa at the foot of Bear Mountain.

The professor was reading the Bible calmly, with a cup of hot tea in front of him and a lit cigar that was burning alone in the ashtray.

He simply read the Bible in silence.

The professor slowly stood up, walked to the fireplace in the living room, and then threw the Bible in his hand into the burning flames.

Watching the Bible burn to ashes in the flames.

In the professor's mind, he couldn't help but think of... the scene of adopting these little guys and the reason why he created the poker organization in the first place.

After staring at the fireplace in silence for a few seconds.

The professor walked into his bedroom and took out his second identity from the safe, a special identity that could ensure that he would leave New York 100%.

Holding the ID card in his hand.

The professor looked at his birth age on it, and then looked at the mirror opposite, seeing his white hair, and his thoughts drifted to somewhere.

After a deep sigh.

The professor, holding the ID card, sat back on the sofa and picked up another version of the Bible to read.

But compared to the previous time... this time he read it much slower and more seriously.

And the ID card on the table was also flickering under the light, as if waiting for the professor to make a special decision...