Lord of the Heavens Fate

Far country.

Matthias Police Department.

Button!

Come in!

Officer Taconi, a man named Hong Lingjin provided a clue about the black BMW.

A young police officer walked into the office and said to an old police officer in his fifties who was bowing his head at the table.

Oh? What clue? Tell me!

Officer Taconi immediately raised his head upon hearing this.

It has been a full day since the Yalian investment robbery happened.

Relying on the gangsters they picked up in front of the bank, they have roughly locked the identities of the robbers.

The identities of Robber A and Robber B have already been known to them. Among the four robbers, they don't know the identity of the last one.

They thought they could follow the clues, find out Robber A and Robber B directly, and then solve the robbery.

Unexpectedly, one day passed, and they did not find any useful clues.

They even launched a nationwide search, but Robber A and Robber B seemed to have evaporated, and there was no trace of them.

Officer Taconi suspects that the key point lies in the mysterious fourth robber. The sudden death of the robber boss is also very likely to be caused by the mysterious fourth robber!

As long as the fourth robber can be found, all mysteries will be solved!

It's just that they don't have any useful information about the mysterious fourth robber, let alone how to find him.

Now their only two useful clues are the identities of Robber A and Robber B, and the black BMW car!

Okay! Here's the thing...

After the young police officer gathered the information he had obtained, he told Officer Taconi.

According to that Hong Lingjin, we found this person. His home lives by the sea, and unfortunately, he happens to own a 1999 black BMW BMW375!

The young officer put a file on Officer Taconi's desk.

Police officer Taconi picked it up and opened the file, only to see that it contained a person's identity information, and in the upper left corner of the file was the person's headshot.

The moment he saw this profile picture, Officer Taconi frowned.

It's him!

Frank Martin!

A tough man with a bald head!

Mathieu is not small. As the third largest city in the country, it is also the largest seaport in the country. The city alone has a population of nearly one million, and in the metropolitan area, there are nearly two million people!

For such a big city, even Taconi police officer, who has been working as a police officer in Mathieu for decades, is not familiar to everyone.

Not to mention that this is still a seaport city, and the density of population flow is far beyond ordinary people's imagination.

Officer Taconi only knew something about every noteworthy character.

Unfortunately.

Frank Martin just happens to be one of the notable ones.

Frank Martin, a former special member of the Marine Corps of each country, has participated in many foreign wars of each country, and has won many military honors and medals. He is the elite among the elites!

Due to an unknown reason, he was suddenly discharged from the army, and now he bought a small building by the seaside of Ma Tie to live alone.

Usually no work!

While recalling the information about Frank in his mind, Tacconi corresponded with the information in the document in his hand.

Regarding Frank's identity information, he undoubtedly knew much more than this information, and some of Frank's identity information was not made public, such as why he was discharged from the army.

Regarding such information, the young police officer is not high enough, so naturally he cannot know it.

Of course, some of the information in this document was unknown to Officer Taconi.

for example.

Usually no work!

Officer Taconi closed the documents in his hand.

Okay, leave this person to me! I will go and see him myself!

...

seaside.

A small independent western-style building.

In the evening sun, the cries of seagulls came along with the waves. Taking a deep breath, I felt extraordinarily fresh and charming.

Mathieu belongs to the Mediterranean climate. Except for December and January, which are relatively cold, the climate in the other ten months is very pleasant.

The reason why Frank Martin came here after retiring from the army has nothing to do with the climate here.

Frank is cleaning his car, from inside to outside, carefully and meticulously.

Except for a milkman who caught his attention all of a sudden, his movements have always been so standard, and there will never be a slight change.

It's like the three rules he made for himself when picking up the goods.

Rule one, never change the agreement.

Rule two, never inquire about the other party.

Rule three, never open the package.

Since becoming an 'underground delivery man', Frank has always abided by these three rules and has never broken them.

The TV in the house is playing the news.

Yesterday, four gangsters ransacked the Asian Union investment in Nice. One of the gangsters died on the sidewalk, and the other three gangsters are still running away. These are the identities and photos of two of the gangsters. I hope to see this in the past two days For the two of you, you can contact the police!

Frank was washing the car for a moment, then continued washing again and again.

From the beginning to the end, even to the moment of death, the two robbers wore hoods on their faces, and Frank had no idea what they looked like.

Most people will inevitably be curious at this time, wanting to see what these two people look like, Frank naturally does too.

But he strictly abides by the three rules he made.

Rule two, never inquire about the other party!

Continue to wash the car.

It can be seen from his actions that he washes the car very professionally.

Not long after.

A brand new BMW appeared again.

Black body, classic style, at first glance, only feel that it has a different kind of beauty, people can't help but be intoxicated by it.

Frank, whose expression was always indifferent, saw the brand new black BMW at this time, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously twitched, but it disappeared quickly, as if it was just an illusion.

After sorting all the car washing tools into categories and meticulously tidying them up, and returning them to their proper positions one by one, Frank turned and returned to the room.

Just after making a cup of coffee, the doorbell rang.

Um?

Frank frowned slightly.

He had always been a loner and didn't like to be disturbed. Even if the milkman came, he was just let out of the door. In addition, it is located in a remote place, even salesmen are reluctant to come.

It can be said that since Frank came here, the doorbell has hardly rang.

Who is the one?

While thinking, he walked towards the door.