After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

The current video screen.

Immediately, Old Morgan's cloudy pupils condensed slightly, and he clenched his fists subconsciously.

Because, as the head of the Morgan Consortium, with more than seventy years of life experience, he has roughly guessed what the content of this video will be.

Just this beginning.

Just the hard kick of the punk man already explained the tone of this video.

Old Morgan originally wanted to turn off the video because he couldn't bear to watch the video of little Morgan being tortured and beaten, but he couldn't make up his mind to click the close button.

Although little Morgan's ending cannot be changed.

But Morgan Sr. is not only the helmsman of a huge consortium, but also a grandfather.

Just ask.

Knowing that this was the last video of his grandson before his death, even though the content inside would be unimaginable and heartbreaking, how could he be so willing to close it.

When old Morgan made up his mind to watch this video.

"Bang——"

Another violent kick sounded.

Little Morgan, who had just been forcibly pulled up by his men, was immediately kicked several meters away by J.

The little Morgan in the picture was curled up, holding his stomach with an expression of great pain, and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.

But little Morgan, who had been kicked twice, was forcibly pulled up by his men.

Compared to the previous time.

This time, little Morgan was obviously in something wrong. He couldn't even beg for mercy. He just lowered his head and panted hard.

But even simple breathing seemed very difficult, and blood would be coughed up from time to time.

See little Morgan in this state.

Old Morgan felt an indescribable depression in his heart, and his desire to find the murderer as soon as possible became even more intense.

But this is far from the end.

In the video, J walked up to little Morgan with a mocking expression, grabbed his hair forcefully, and forced his head up.

At this time, Old Morgan could clearly see... in Little Morgan's eyes, which were already somewhat distracted and about to fall into coma, they were full of pleading, fear, regret, and the desire to live.

Heartbreaking.

Seeing the look in young Morgan's eyes, old Morgan felt extremely distressed.

This was his favorite grandson, but he looked so desperate and eager to live.

But the heartache was only for old Morgan.

J grabbed little Morgan's hair, and the ferocious expression on his face showed that he only felt excited and happy now, like a bloodthirsty beast, without any mercy at all.

He even took out a pistol from his pocket, held the gun body in his backhand, raised it high and pointed it at little Morgan's face.

See this action.

Old Morgan had closed his eyes subconsciously, obviously unable to bear to see what was about to happen next.

But even if he closed his eyes, the voice was still coming out clearly.

"boom!"

"boom!!"

"boom!!!"

......

Every time the gun butt hit, the old Morgan's heart trembled.

When the sound of the smashing ended, Old Morgan slowly opened his eyes, and his eyes became gloomier than ever before.

Because in the current scene, little Morgan's face has been smashed beyond recognition and dripping with blood. It is completely different from the previous state of being a wealthy young man from a consortium.

Torture.

This is truly pure murder.

The punk man in the video obviously had enough ways to give little Morgan a good time, but he chose to use this method of torture.

But even now...the abuse in this video is not over yet.

Old Morgan watched clearly. The leading punk man waved his hand, and one of his men who had been prepared roughly put little Morgan back into the sack.

Then, others picked up many stones and iron blocks and threw them into the sack. The blood was already soaked in the sack visibly.

this moment.

Old Morgan finally knew...why there were so many cracks on the skull when little Morgan's body was picked up, and even defects were visible.

His heart seemed to be torn apart, and he was unable to remain calm like never before, and the anger in his heart kept rising like a tsunami.

there has never been!

He had never wanted to kill someone so much.

Since the rise of the Morgan family, who in the United States dares not to give some face? Even Congress sometimes has to bow its head.

But now... his grandson, the only heir of this generation of the Morgan Consortium, was tortured to death like this, and even begging for mercy was of no use.

His fists were clenched hard.

Old Morgan felt that the anger in his heart could not be suppressed. He just wanted to find this punk man as quickly as possible and let him enjoy ten times the pain of little Morgan.

......

now.

Although I didn't see the video, I just heard the sound, but I saw the change in old Morgan's expression and his clenched fists.

Chief Walker felt his scalp numb, and even had a bad idea, and he quickly said tentatively.

"President Morgan."

"Is this the follow-up to the video you sent me last time?"

"I want to remind you that the video should have been shot from a long distance, and the sound should not be recorded."

"So this video may have been deliberately added to the video by the other party, specifically to anger you and make you lose your cool."

"President Morgan, please believe in the New York Police Department. In two days, at most within two days, we will definitely be able to..."

Before Chief Walker could finish speaking.

Old Morgan suddenly looked at the secretary next to him impatiently.

Although he didn't say anything, the secretary easily understood Old Morgan's meaning, raised his hand and waved forward, leaving no room for doubt.

"Stop standing."

"The president didn't hire you just to watch. Now teach our Sergeant Walker how to speak."

"Let him know what to say and what not to say, when to speak up and when to shut up."

The words fell.

The many strong bodyguards who were standing behind now stepped forward with their chest muscles puffed out.

The two bodyguards grabbed Sergeant Walker's shoulders with force, while the other one waved his palm and slapped his mouth hard.

"Snapped-"

"Snapped--"

"Snapped---"

......

Just a few slaps.

Sheriff Walker's cheeks swelled up, but he didn't dare to say anything. He didn't even have the courage to beg for mercy, so he could only grit his teeth and resist.

He was afraid that if he said the wrong sentence, he would be thrown into the sea and silenced by Old Morgan.

Old Morgan took a deep breath for a few seconds, calmed down the anger in his heart for a few seconds, turned to look at the secretary beside him, and said in a low voice without doubt.

"In the name of the Morgan Consortium, obtain the official contact information of the Dragon Kingdom Demon City Police."

"I want to immediately...remember immediately, arrange a video call with the officer who spoke to me earlier..."