soon.
Night fell.
A garbage truck slowly drove into the Brotherhood's textile factory, which looked like a castle from the outside.
Not long.
A body was unloaded from a garbage truck.
Butcher's.
"Fuck!"
"How could that be?"
The repairman, the pharmacist, Firefox, and the newly minted killer Wesley fell into silence as they stared at the butcher's body, which was shot not only in the leg but also in the chest and even between the eyebrows.
The cross...this is going to kill people like crazy.
Wesley said this in his heart, but he wanted to kill the cross with his own hands even more.
Obviously.
Wesley, however, believed that the butcher also died at the hands of the cross.
but...
A garbage collector seemed to have an idea. He pulled out a card from his pocket and handed it to the expressionless factory manager, Sloan, who was posing over there. "Manager, we found this next to the butcher's body."
Factory Manager Sloan took it.
Firefox, the repairman, and the pharmacist were asked to take a look.
The card is dark black.
Just like a business card.
"Crime Notice"
"…"
"This is..."
"Texas Crime Hunter?"
"What Sin Hunter?"
Firefox looked at the confused Wesley and gave a brief introduction: "There is a killer who has been doing well in the Texas killer circle in the past two years. His code name is Wushuang. The police station calls him the Crime Hunter because the targets he judges are all guilty people. He likes to give this card after killing someone. The name, age, and even gender are unknown. It seems that Wushuang made a move in New York City a few days ago."
Firefox said the last sentence to the factory manager Sloan.
only...
Why did this Wushuang suddenly target the butcher?
Fire Fox frowned and asked, "What did the butcher do today?"
The killer, who looked like a bottom, and indeed was a bottom in front of the butcher, glanced at Sloane and said to Firefox, "I'm going to carry out my destiny."
Firefox looked directly at Sloan.
Sloane raised an eyebrow.
Ten minutes later.
Firefox got a piece of information in his hand.
Locke Broughton's.
"he."
Firefox looked at Locke's information, then at the piece of cloth with Locke's name on it, and the code book specifically for decryption, and immediately found the key point: "Is he the unparalleled assassin?"
"What?"
The repairman looked at the photo of Locke, who looked mature in a casual suit but was actually only sixteen years old. He laughed, feeling a bit absurd. "Firefox, he's only sixteen. The Peerless Assassin had already appeared two years ago. In other words, if this guy is the Peerless Assassin, then the Peerless Assassin's first kill was at the age of fourteen?"
...That's right.
Firefox glanced at the repairman, listened to his answer, and thought about it, it made sense.
"Besides, Wesley died at the New Jersey Water Plant. I checked Locke Broughton's cell phone signal and found that he has been in New York City all day."
"That..."
"have no idea."
Factory Director Sloan looked unhappy.
The trouble caused by the cross has not been resolved yet, and suddenly an unparalleled assassin appears?
What's the matter.
Are you using my fraternity as a springboard, a tool to gain influence in New York City?
Just then.
"Wow wow wow wow!"
"…"
An employee who was both a killer intern and an employee, and whose labor was exploited by Sloan for free, called and said, "Director,
Sergeant George Stacy of the New York Police Department and Sergeant Corey of the Jersey City Police Department would like to see you."
Sloane looked at Firefox, which was holding Locke's information. "I'll leave this fate to you and Wesley to judge."
Firefox nodded.
soon.
Several people left one after another.
After a while.
Sloan forced a smile on his wrinkled face, stood up, and shook hands with Sheriff George Stacy and Sheriff Colen who were brought in, smiling and expressing a polite expression of "I'm sorry for not welcoming you so much."
As the largest police agency in the federal government, the New York Police Department has considerable say.
Let me put it this way.
Even though the FBI can investigate the entire federation, if you just look at the number of employees, the New York Police Department can easily beat the FBI.
Elsewhere, the FBI can be pretty cool.
But in New York City?
The FBI's New York office is actually like a small transparent person. If you want to take a case, it doesn't depend on whether the FBI wants to take it, but whether the New York Police Department is willing to give it.
As for why George and Sheriff Coren came here, the reason was simple.
The cases overlap.
Yesterday, the identity of the person who smashed Locke's car had been identified.
Textile factory workers.
However, the taxi driver's body was not brought back by the people from the textile factory in the afternoon. After all, after the people from the textile factory discovered it, the taxi driver's body had been taken back to the Jersey City Police Department.
Same.
The taxi driver was also an employee of the textile factory.
Although New Jersey across the river from Manhattan is just a countryside compared to New York, George has a pretty good relationship with the burly cowboy Sheriff Colen next to him who is also from Texas.
This isn't...
After Colen talked to him this afternoon, George keenly felt that there seemed to be some inevitable connection between the two.
There were some problems at the textile factory where the two men worked.
Originally, George planned to come over tomorrow, but then he remembered that he had promised his daughter yesterday to drive Gwen to Osborne Biology for an interview tomorrow. And since Colen just came to see him, he decided to come over first to find out more about the situation.
If there really is a problem, then why not alarm the enemy?
What?
Is there danger?
hehe.
No one dares to confront the New York Police Department head-on on New York territory.
Positive, not the hidden kind!
Not even the FBI.
Outside the textile factory.
Locke held a Super Magnum in his arms and looked speechlessly at the police car parked in the textile factory with its doors open.
Good job.
"I was just about to start the Wushuang, and my father-in-law came?"
"Ah!"
"Does Helen know that George is still hanging out so late?"
Locke was speechless.
He had just aimed the scope at the employees of the textile factory, preparing to surround the bodies and attack the reinforcements, but just as he was about to pull the trigger, a police car arrived in a very stylish manner.
Take another look.
Wow!
George.
Locke's eyebrows twitched and he turned on the safety to prevent the gun from accidentally going off and killing George in the textile factory.
but...
Why are there so few people in this damn textile factory?
Locke put down the thermal imaging telescope in his hand, looked at the dozen or so kittens in the textile factory, raised his eyebrows, and felt a little amazed.
etc.
tomorrow...
Saturday?
…