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Rocky Mountain Airport.

A private plane landed.

Morgan Peterson, dressed in a suit, got off the plane. Not far from the plane, two Mercedes-Benz cars were parked, with four or five people standing next to the car.

"Mr. Morgan, I am..."

The first person saw Morgan Peterson getting off the plane and hurried to greet him and introduce himself.

"I know who you are, get in the car."

But Morgan Peterson didn't mean to be polite at all, and walked directly to the car. A subordinate next to him opened the car door for him very tactfully.

"Take me to the scene directly."

After Peterson got in the car, he didn't mean to talk and gave instructions directly.

The driver subconsciously glanced at the person who just wanted to introduce himself.

The man whose self-introduction was interrupted was called Frank. He was a policeman in Rocky Mountain, but he was a black policeman who took bribes.

He was naturally a little unhappy about Peterson's almost ignoring his actions.

But thinking of this incident, he still suppressed his dissatisfaction and nodded to the driver.

The group came to a bar run by the Russian mafia.

Because someone died, other gang members in the hotel did not call the police, and the bar has not been open recently.

Peterson pushed open the door of the office, and an unpleasant smell rushed out.

Although the body was handled, the blood on the ground was still preserved, obviously to facilitate the inspection of traces.

However, after the murder, other gang members in the hotel, as well as Frank and other black police, had checked the clues. Now a week has passed, the original blood has naturally dried up, and there are even flies flying in the room.

Peterson turned a blind eye to these situations, but looked at the scene carefully, and took the picture handed over by Frank and looked at it.

Although this murder case was not entered into the police system, a special forensic doctor did an autopsy.

"According to the forensic doctor's guess, it should be three to five people who did it. They cooperated very well, and they were obviously professionals. The tools they used to kill people were all brought in the room. We suspect that a certain organization came to negotiate and failed, so they took action."

Frank saw Peterson checking the information, so he said his previous investigation guess.

Peterson: "It's impossible that there are only three or five people. If there are so many people, the scene won't be so intact."

This is the first time that Peterson has officially talked to Frank since he got off the plane.

But as soon as he opened his mouth, he directly denied the investigation of Frank and others for so many days.

This denial made Frank blush: "What do you mean? You don't think it's just one person, and this guy entered the room unarmed, and then used Modo's own guys to kill them all."

Franka's words were naturally angry. As gang members, Modo and others are good at fighting. It would be a real joke if they were killed by an unarmed guy.

Frank's words were naturally angry, but what he and other people at the scene didn't know was that his angry words were the truth.

For his words, Peterson chose to ignore them again: "Take me to the gang that Modo and others are most at odds with. I want to meet their leader."

Seeing that Peterson ignored him again, Frank was so angry that he put his hand on the holster on his waist and stared at Peterson with wide eyes.

But Peterson remained calm from beginning to end.

Frank met Peterson's calm eyes, and finally breathed a sigh of relief, then loosened the holster holding the pistol and walked towards the car without saying a word.

Half an hour later.

"Fuck! Fuck! You knew that Mordor was not killed by the Irish, why did you do that?"

"This is my city, understand, my hometown, you can't be as crazy as you were just now, do you know what you are doing, do you think of me as a driver and errand boy, and a little brother who helps you clean the floor?"

"You have to remember your identity, in this city, you are just a guest."

Frank clenched the revolver in his hand and pointed it at Peterson, panting and staring at Peterson.

Peterson looked at Frank's eyes quietly for a while, ignoring the muzzle of Frank's gun pointed at him.

For the first time, he lowered his head on his own initiative, and then held a white handkerchief in one hand and gently wiped the blood on his fist.

Just now, he was in the office of the Irish gangster, and he punched a gang leader to death with his fists.

Peterson: "If you feel that I have offended you, I can apologize to you."

Peterson apologized, but from his expression and actions, he did not have the attitude of an apology.

"As soon as I received the notice, I took a long-distance flight here. I like to focus on work and make quick decisions."

"The death of Mr. Pushkin's men has hindered his career here. The import business and cargo transportation have had to stop."

"This is not just Mr. Pushkin, I believe you can't accept it."

"Originally, this matter should be handled by you. This is what you should do after taking so much money from Mr. Pushkin for so many years."

"Do you think you are a big shot? Actually, you are not. In fact, if you hadn't messed up, Mr. Pushkin wouldn't have asked me to come out."

"Now that I'm here, I'm the big shot and I'm here to give orders. And if you still want to continue taking money, then try your best to make up for your previous mistakes and get ready to do business."

Peterson's call immediately left Frank speechless.

He is a policeman, and a bad policeman at that.

The most fundamental reason why he is where he is today is because of the help from Mr. Pushkin in Peterson’s mouth.

He collected Pushkin's black money, and used the other party's intelligence to attack his opponents and make meritorious deeds, while using the money to open a path, and he achieved his current status.

This time Modo and others were suddenly killed, and they were supposed to handle it.

It's a pity that because McCall took action too suddenly, and no one could imagine the reason why McCall took action, Frank and others have no clues no matter how they investigate these days.

Precisely because there were no clues, Pushkin, the Maoxiong gang leader, couldn't help but guess that this incident was probably aimed at him.

In order to avoid more losses, Pushkin suspended all his business and then took strict precautions.

But such a defense obviously cannot last too long, so Pushkin spent a lot of money to hire Peterson.

Frank's hand holding the gun began to tremble, and the muzzle of the gun was moved from pointing at Peterson to the ground.

Peterson: "Of course I know that the Irish gangs were not the murderers of Modo. I did this just to send a signal to these gangs and this city, telling them that I am here."

"The sudden death of Modo and the others has made these gangsters ready to act. In order to make these stupid guys cause more trouble, I must tell them that the power of the Wooly Bear Man is still there."

After Peterson finished speaking, he turned around and left. Frank stood there and paused blankly for a while, then got into the car obediently again and drove Peterson back to the hotel.

"Modo has a group of prostitutes and prostitutes under his command. I found that the number doesn't match up. One person is missing. Do you know what's going on?"

Peterson sat in the car and looked at the collected information.

He did not look at the clues that Frank and others had already investigated, but looked specifically for information that Frank and others had not examined before.

Soon he discovered something unusual.

Modo and others controlled a group of girls who had not reached the legal age of adulthood. These girls were brought over from Europe.

"I have an impression of this. A few days ago, a girl hit a customer because she couldn't accept some projects. In the end, I settled the matter. As you know, it's not easy to get customers who are willing to pay and can afford the money."

"In order to prevent other girls from following suit, Modo gave her a severe lesson. She should be receiving treatment in the hospital now."

Frank heard Peterson's inquiry, calmed down, and then told the news he knew.

"Maybe you think it's because of that little girl, but Modo and the others personally selected her and brought her here. Does the other party know such a professional?"

After Frank finished speaking, he explained one more sentence.

Of course he knew the news, but he didn't think that the little girl was so capable.

If he really had this ability, he would not be brought over from Europe by Modo and others to work as an underage escort.

"Anything is possible. There are no clues in other directions now, so you might as well check this girl."

Peterson still has the same expression as before.

"You are the one giving the orders. If you say we will check, then we will check."

Frank shrugged his shoulders indifferently, but from the bottom of his heart, he obviously didn't think he could find any useful clues from here.

The result was unexpected.

When they went to the hospital, they discovered that the girl who had been beaten had been discharged from the hospital a few days ago and was now missing.

What's more coincidental is that the girl went through the discharge procedures not long after Modo and others died.

"The timing is so coincidental, it can't be called a coincidence."

Frank was not angry because he was slapped in the face. On the contrary, he became excited after confirming that there was a clue.

Peterson is an inhumane guy. He killed an Irish gang leader for no reason when he first arrived. If he really wanted the other party to stay in Luoji Mountain for a long time, Frank was very worried that the other party would cause trouble that he could not put an end to.

He cooperated with Pushkin in order to make money.

It would be troublesome if things got serious and affected his police work.

In addition, Pushkin is his financial sponsor, so he naturally hopes to solve the other party's troubles as soon as possible.

"She can't run away. I know someone who has a good relationship with her."

Frank served as Pushkin's protective umbrella on the Luoji Mountain White Road, and the underage escorts under Modo were all beautiful, so he was no stranger to those girls.

After confirming that the beaten girl disappeared, they quickly found another escort who had a good relationship with the girl.

After some cruel questioning, although they did not get the whereabouts of the beaten girl from each other, they got another piece of news.

Peterson: "A good guy in the eyes of an underage escort is a black man."

He wiped some of the liquid off his hands.

Frank's eyelids twitched and he turned his head away from looking at the body on the ground.

"You can't do this. She has already cooperated with you to tell you the news you want."

After Peterson got the information he wanted from another underage escort, he killed him directly.

"We compared the surveillance of the bar and found a strange phenomenon. There was only footage of this man entering the bar, but no footage of him leaving, and this man happened to be black."

After getting the clue, they followed this clue to verify, and soon everyone made other discoveries.

McCall was very careful when he took action.

But the bar where he took action was the base camp of the Mao Bears in Luoji Mountain. For safety reasons, they installed a lot of surveillance probes around it.

So soon, Peterson found McCall's residence and went directly to his door one night.

"Hello, Mr. McCall, we are investigating a murder case two weeks ago. Five people died in a bar run by a Mao Bear."

After knocking on the door politely, Peterson took out an ID and shook it in front of McCall, and then told him why he came.

As he spoke, he stared at McCall's expression.

McCall: "I have seen this news. It was on the tram. I happened to be in that bar that night."

McCall interrupted Peterson before he finished speaking. He thought for a moment, as if he remembered the murder.

Peterson: "You were at the scene."

Peterson was obviously not prepared for McCall's frank admission of what happened in the bar that night.

He came to him on purpose this time, but he was not sure that McCall was the murderer of Mordo and others.

Before he came, he had specially investigated McCall's situation. The other party was just an ordinary supermarket staff.

No matter from which aspect, McCall did not have the ability to kill Mordo and others.

In Peterson's guess, if McCall was related to this matter, the only possibility was that the other party spent money and hired professionals to do it.

But after meeting, seeing McCall's performance, Peterson was a little surprised.

McCall: "Of course, otherwise you wouldn't come here."

Unlike Peterson's surprise, McCall was prepared for being found.

Peterson: "Yes, we want to know if there are any customers and remember if there is anything suspicious that night."

The other party was a little surprised, but Peterson quickly adjusted his mood and continued to follow his own pace.

After all, according to common sense, if McCall is really the murderer, or has something to do with the murder of Modo and others, McCall should not be so straightforward.

Now that the other party so easily admitted that he was in the bar at the time, it seems more like he is frank in his heart.

But Peterson certainly won't believe McCall's words so easily, he still wants to continue to test it.