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

This piece of information.

Su Ming's expression couldn't help but become serious, and he began to judge and think carefully.

Because, this information is not only related to K, but also... the most mysterious founder of the poker organization.

With K's outstanding computer hacking skills, he does have a great chance of studying at Harvard.

And this so-called invitation from a professor to give up his studies and choose to found a company is obviously a problem.

After all, if it is a normal business, K can do it even if it is done in the process of learning.

Unless...this company is very promising, K will be like Zuckerberg, choosing to give up the rare Harvard University and choose better prospects.

But now that he has become a member of the poker organization, it is obviously not what a successful business looks like.

It was more like... because what he was doing with this professor was not legal and required him to devote himself wholeheartedly to his work, he had to drop out of school.

It is possible that the so-called professor was also a lie fabricated by K.

According to the description of this information, K simply revealed some traces to some classmates and friends when he decided to drop out of school.

The so-called professor may also be a fictitious excuse.

But compared to other private messages, this one is obviously more credible, so it is necessary to investigate it in depth.

Su Ming still replied and asked him to wait. After verifying the authenticity, he would offer a reward of five million US dollars.

Followed by.

Su Ming continued browsing and found that most people only sent one private message, and there was also a professional assassin who sent nearly thirty private messages.

But in the past hour, no new private messages have been sent, which is undoubtedly a bit strange.

If you have accurate information and have already sent it more than thirty times, why didn’t you send it in the last hour?

Although he was a little confused, Su Ming still clicked on the private message of the user nicknamed Landmine. The content inside also made Su Ming's eyes freeze.

[Q in the photo was once my companion in Washington, the capital. She was originally called Annie. We lived together in the Hope Orphanage in Washington. But twelve years ago, the orphanage burned down and we children were all moved to different families. Adoption, but the adopters all have registration details, and as long as they find it, they can find some special information]

This private message made Su Ming nodded slightly.

The information in the private message was very detailed and even included the name of the welfare home. It was most likely not fabricated information.

After all, although the New York police are useless, it is really not difficult to check these things.

At least in a short period of time, it can be determined whether there is a Hope Orphanage in Washington, the capital of the United States, that collapsed due to fire.

Although the professional killer nicknamed Landmine had not sent any new messages for an hour, Su Ming still replied to him with the same waiting message.

At present, there are three pieces of valid information obtained.

In order to avoid missing something, there are cases where a professional killer who really doesn’t care about five million dollars only sends a private message once.

As for the rest of the private messages, Su Ming took advantage of his meal time to chew on compressed biscuits and read through all the unread private messages.

But it's a pity... Just like what he thought before, it doesn't have much value at all. It's basically all fake information, and even the reply is of no value.

After determining that only these three clues are valuable.

Su Ming didn't hesitate at all and immediately called Lin Tian, ​​who was currently waiting for a mission.

The notification tone just sounded.

The phone was picked up, and Lin Tian's rather worried and urgent words came out.

"Xiao Ming."

"How's the situation? Did you encounter any problems?"

"If you encounter a difficult matter, don't force it to be handled by yourself. We are always waiting for the next operational command."

Hearing Lin Tian's worries.

Su Ming felt a little warm in his heart, but currently he was using criminal methods to deal with the huge poker organization, and Lin Tian and others could not provide any particularly effective help.

Like now, there are three pieces of unconfirmed information, and asking them to help verify it is the best thing I can do.

Su Ming sorted out the thoughts in his mind and then said without hesitation.

"Forest Bureau."

"It's not yet time to arrest him."

"However, now I have obtained three special clues and information. I need you and Brother Quan to help me confirm the authenticity as quickly as possible."

"I will send these three clues to the internal platform now, and I will leave this matter to you."

Done.

Su Ming hung up the phone and sent the three pieces of special information to the internal platform.

After handing over the matter of confirming the information to the Forest Bureau.

Su Ming started the heavy-duty off-road vehicle and prepared to leave this remote park temporarily.

Although there are currently no other effective clues or breakthroughs, under the current pressure of the Morgan consortium's huge bounty, it is absolutely impossible for the poker organization to do nothing.

The mysterious founder will definitely find a way to solve this crisis.

All you need to do is...wait patiently and look for possible clues from the poker organization.

......

now.

In a dark garage in Manhattan, New York.

A tall and strong black man, currently in a coma, was hung up and tied to a huge cross. There was a freshly scabbed wound on his forehead from the gun butt.

In front of the hung black man, there were five cold men wearing various clothes, sitting or standing.

But none of the five of them made any move, as if they were waiting for something.

Three seconds later.

The dancer in a white coat slowly walked into the garage from the side door, glanced at the big man who was nearest, put on the rubber gloves carefully, and pouted his lips to indicate.

"Skunk, wake him up."

"When the video is taken later, Your Majesty certainly doesn't want...our distinguished guest to be still unconscious and unable to scream."

"If it's like a corpse and has no reaction, how can it scare other idiots?"

The words fell.

The nearest man immediately picked up a bucket of glass water in the garage and poured it on the unconscious man who was hanging up.

next second.

The originally unconscious black man was immediately awakened by the stimulation of the bucket of water.

After his hazy vision gradually cleared, the black man looked at the six people in front of him and the dancer who had just put on his gloves, and quickly struggled and begged for mercy.

"Let me go, let me go."

"I don't think I will care about this anymore. I was just tempted for a moment. I don't want to be your enemy at all."

"This is a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding."

Listen to the black man plead for mercy.

The dancer in a white coat showed a crazy and cold smile on his face, slowly approached the frightened black man, and said with suppressed excitement.

"Mine."

"By the way, you should be called mine, right?"

"To be honest, I quite admired you at the beginning, and I was even ready to propose to the king to absorb you into our killer team."

"After all, as a professional killer who has been acting alone without any teammates since the beginning, it is really not easy to complete so many bounties."

"But unfortunately... you seem to be on the wrong track this time."

Speaking of it.

The dancer also gently stroked Di Lei's cheek with her right hand, showing an extremely regretful expression on her face.

What the dancer just said.

In an instant, Di Lei felt a glimmer of hope, and he quickly begged.

"It's not too late, it's not too late now."

"Sir, I can join your killer team, and I can work for the king. It's completely fine without being paid."

"Really, I just took the wrong path this time, nothing at all..."

Didn't even wait for the mine to finish.

The dancer suddenly turned his head and looked behind him, asking the team member farthest away who was holding a mobile phone.

"python."

"Have you started recording yet?"

The python didn't say anything, just nodded silently.

After getting a positive answer.

The dancer's right hand, which was originally caressing Landi, slowly lifted up to the position of his eye sockets, and said in a low voice like an evil ghost.

"It's such a pity, Landmine."

"It's too late. Now I... just want to hear your screams, remember to be louder."

The words fell.

The dancer's right thumb suddenly pressed hard towards the mine's eyes.

next second.

"Ah - ah - ah - snap -"

The heart-rending screams, accompanied by the crisp sound of eyeballs being squeezed, clearly lingered throughout the entire garage...