People strive for greater heights, and the higher they climb, the more complex the scenery they encounter.
The Hongmen has intricate ties with China; the bonds of blood cannot be severed by physical means.
Luke had met Wang Congxin two years ago when he visited their home. The old man personally hosted him and introduced him to Luke.
The two chatted for fifteen minutes before Luke got up to see him off. Seeing this, the old man couldn't hide his disappointment but said nothing. Times had changed; the old generation's ways didn't align with the values of the young, who had their own ideas.
As an old man with one foot in the grave, what could he do?
Children and grandchildren have their own fortunes; let him forge his own path from now on!
Since then, the old man had cut ties with that side and stopped communicating.
Luke also thought that was the end of it, never expecting that two years later, Wang Congxin would come knocking again, in such an incredible way.
"A honey trap?"
Luke shook his head with a laugh.
Qu Youran was indeed a beauty, with an extraordinary and ethereal aura that made one's eyes light up, like a fairy descended from heaven, untainted by the mud, elegant and otherworldly, only to be admired from afar and not defiled. The problem was that Luke's psychological age was already over forty. For an old driver who had experienced all sorts of romantic escapades, "meat" was the truth, "meat" was king. Without meat, everything else stood aside.
After resolving this matter, Luke's life became simpler. He followed a three-point routine every day: going to the research center in the morning, studying the psychic technology of Zamarun Star at the base in the afternoon, and as for the evening... it was already dark, what else could he do?
While Luke was enjoying a comfortable and pleasant life, Seaport City was in an uproar.
Three days passed in a blink, and dozens more mummified bodies were found by the police. To prevent panic, the FBI and the city government issued strict orders, forbidding investigators from leaking information to the media. Under strict control from multiple parties, the situation finally did not worsen.
But this was only temporary. As long as the killer remained at large, the death toll would continue to rise. Paper, after all, cannot cover fire forever!
Steven Martin, in charge of the mummified body case, was under immense pressure. He had made a military pledge to his superior, Walker Tyrion, promising to catch the killer. Three days later, not only had the case made no progress, but five of his colleagues had also fallen.
Recalling those five mummified bodies, Steven couldn't help but clench his fists, feeling his heart bleed.
Inside the FBI local office in Seaport City.
A case briefing meeting was underway. It was the same room, the same people, but the atmosphere had changed dramatically. The successive deaths of police and FBI agents had cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.
They had realized that the killer's goal was not murder, but hunting. There was a fundamental difference between murder and hunting. The former always found various reasons, while the latter stemmed from an organism's instinct. All organic life needed to hunt to survive; herbivores ate grass, carnivores ate meat, and the killer's target was humans.
He was hunting, carrying out primitive hunting in Seaport City, a city with millions of people. For him, whether rich or poor, male or female, or police, FBI, etc., all fell into the category of food.
This... was the most terrifying!
The atmosphere in the conference room was heavy. After a brief statement, Walker took off his glasses.
"Headquarters called.
They have already started arranging for personnel from the Special Investigations Division." He paused, then said, "They will arrive in Seaport City to assist you by tomorrow night at the latest. Before then..."
Walker's heavy gaze swept over everyone in the room,
"You must ascertain the killer's identity."
"Listen carefully, I said 'must,' not 'as much as possible.' This is an order, understand?"
After speaking, he looked at Steven on his right and coldly ordered, "I will apply to the higher-ups to give you two more days. If you still can't do it, this position will be given to someone who can."
This statement was an ultimatum. Faced with the escalating mummified body case, Walker's patience had run out. Steven also knew that if things continued like this, he might really be kicked out.
"Actually, we're not without clues."
He opened his laptop and uploaded a blurry video to the main screen.
"This is footage captured by a camera outside a hair salon. The hair salon is less than 150 meters in a straight line from the crime scene. The time the man in the video appeared matches the time of death determined by the forensic pathologist."
"We have reason to suspect that this mysterious man in a hood is the killer in the mummified body case."
The video was shot late at night, the light was too dim, and the person was far away. Not to mention their face, even their physical characteristics couldn't be discerned.
Walker growled, "This is what you call a clue?"
What could be found from a short video where even a person's face wasn't clear?
Steven quickly said, "Please let me explain. This afternoon, we conducted a 現場 simulation based on the video's shooting angle and obtained two very important pieces of information: the mysterious man is not tall, about 1.6 meters, and has a very large head, almost level with his shoulders."
"A male with such characteristics is not common. We can release this information and enlist the help of citizens to find the suspect."
Walker's heart immediately stirred. The FBI had limited manpower, and it was too difficult to find a male with similar characteristics among millions of people. If citizens were mobilized... For caution, he still asked,
"Are you sure the person in the video is the killer in the mummified body case? What if you're wrong?"
Steven stood up and said, "This is the only clue we have at the moment. Right or wrong, we have to investigate. The killer in the mummified body case is different from previous criminals; he is a hunter who preys on humans. We cannot afford to delay for a second."
Walker lowered his head in thought, not making a hasty decision, but instead looked at Amanda, who had been silent.
"What do you think about this?"
Amanda looked up blankly, "What?"
Walker patiently explained, "Steven suggested releasing the suspect's physical characteristics."
"Very... very good, very good."
Amanda nodded repeatedly, her expression stiff, seeming a bit distracted. She then glanced at her watch.
"Excuse me, I have an urgent matter to attend to."
After saying that, she strode out of the conference room, ignoring the surprised looks of everyone.
Out of the office building, Amanda quickly took out her phone and dialed Hector Hammond's number, but it went straight to voicemail.
"Fuck!"
She roared in anger. She was too familiar with the person in the video.
Hector Hammond!
Only that damned, useless, midget second-generation official in all of Seaport City would have a big head like a bowling ball. Besides him, there was no one else.
"Why him? Could it really be him?"
Amanda couldn't sit still. Hector was a cytology professor personally appointed by the Vice President and an important core member of the Sky Eye Society. Now, such a big problem had arisen. Once it was confirmed that he was the killer in the mummified body case...
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