Chapter 151： Do you want to play big?

in the ward.

Just as the doctor said, when the effect of the anesthetic enough to numb ten people had just disappeared, Jeff Martin couldn't wait to wake up and gasp for air.

pain.

Pain all over.

but……

Jeff would rather grin and gasp over there than refuse any doctor to give him anesthesia.

"You don't know at all."

Jeff looked at his friend George who came in, grinned, and said with air-conditioning, "What kind of feeling is it in the world? I've been to hell, and it feels so bad there."

Ashes are falling from the sky all the time.

Every breath was filled with the strong smell of sulfur.

Jeff has lingering fears: "Don't give me anesthesia, I feel good, pain, let me enjoy, let me know, I'm still alive."

George smiled: "Old man, you are not young anymore, that kind of new stuff, just let young people try it, we have passed the stage of tasting new things, if you want pain, go to the boxing gym to feel it. That's good, and you can earn extra money."

A human flesh bag with a career as a police detective is very popular.

It is estimated that someone will spend a hundred dollars to get some Jeff to come out and make his sandbags.

Jeff laughed like a broken gong and drum, and then, with a painful exclamation, covered his chest and grinned: "The person who killed me was not a peerless assassin. In fact, he saved me."

When he was in hell, walking on the magma road, and was about to walk towards the magnificent palace in front of him, suddenly, he felt that a rope was suddenly tied to him, and then, like fishing, he was caught People pulled and whistled, and the surrounding pictures instantly seemed to be going backwards.

When he felt it again, he found that he was already in the dissection room, his body was lying on the dissection table, and beside him was a man wearing sunglasses, a suit and leather shoes, grabbing his mouth, pouring Unparalleled assassin of some kind of potion.

Jeff could feel that he was able to come back because of the potion.

George listened to Jeff's words to justify the name of the unparalleled assassin, and nodded: "I know."

Notice, the test results of the forensic department have come out.

Fake and shoddy.

So far, no matching materials have been found for the several Peerless Assassin notices kept in the forensic department of the New York Police Department, and even a similar material has not been found.

But the two notices this time, although they are not ordinary materials, can be distinguished.

"Who is the murderer?"

"Feel sorry."

Jeff shook his head: "He wears a mask, a lightning-style mask. I didn't grab that mask until I died."

not to death...

Jeff felt weird when he said this.

He didn't die, but he knew very well that he had died once.

Jeff thought so in his heart, then looked at George in the room, and Locke who came in with Gwen, and said, "However, he's an addict, he's not young, if he didn't sneak up on me from behind, I wouldn't be at all. We won't let him have a chance to shoot, maybe we have captured it before."

"How to say?"

"He hated us very much, otherwise, he wouldn't have died in me, and he stabbed me so many times."

"..."

The cause of Jeff's death was a bullet, and the stab wounds on his body, before he burped, Jeff could guarantee, were all gone.

As for why you call it an addict?

The New York Police Department has dealt with addicts too many times, even if it is only used once, if forty-eight disappears, it can be known by just a glance.

"correct."

Jeff seemed to have thought of something, and looked at George: "There was a homeless man in the alley at that time, but I didn't find him."

George frowned. "Homeless? No."

Jeff said, "There was a homeless man there. If you find him, maybe you can find the **** guy."

George hurriedly called a police officer and asked him to tell Kate and Jason, who were leading the police officer's carpet search outside.

Locke remained silent beside him.

Originally, he thought he was walking into a dead end, but he didn't expect it to be dark and bright.

tramp.

Isn't that Bowery King's territory?

Put it this way.

In New York City, fifty percent of all the pigeons are Bowery King's pigeons. At the same time, Bowery King is also one of the partners of the Continental Hotel and controls most of the homeless in New York.

at this time.

A police officer walked in nervously from the outside and looked at George in the room: "Sir, the police officer was shot on Fifth Street in the Lower East Side, and the notice appeared."

George was slightly taken aback.

Locke is also the same as Gwen, with some unbelievable expressions.

Whoa whoa whoa!

A police car and an Audi R8 drove into the fifth place of the Lower East Side one after the other. An alley on the other side of the street, no doubt, had been cordoned off.

get off.

George, who was in the police car in front, got out of the car and walked towards Locke and Gwen who were parked in the back and got off the Audi R8, frowning: "Didn't I tell you not to come?"

Gwen got out of the car and said, "Dad, this must be another copycat crime."

Whether it's the evidence or Jeff's confession, it shows this.

The unparalleled assassin also seems to have noticed the case here. Although he did not come forward, he still rescued Jeff and asked him to tell them that he did not do this.

George said directly: "This is the crime scene. We can't be sure of this until the evidence comes out. Okay, hurry back to the hospital to accompany your mother."

While talking, George walked towards the cordon, pointed at Gwen and Locke, and said to the patrolman over there, "Don't let these two people in."

The patrolman nodded.

Since Jeff was confirmed dead yesterday, the police force of the entire New York Police Department has directly formed a huge net, starting from the alley where Jeff died and spreading in all directions.

House after house.

House by house.

complaint?

When the Ministry of Internal Affairs is facing the shooting death of a police officer, any complaints against the police station are considered to be ignored. They have been looked down upon by their colleagues in various ways. If they do something at this time, it will not be a matter of being looked down upon. .

As for when to stop?

Such behavior depends on when the killer is shot or caught, and if necessary, the NYPD will do it, even if it spreads to cities around New York City.

Ms. Casey released a press conference overnight to condemn the case and told the media that the New York Police Department would stop at nothing to catch the murderer.

but……

Right now, their murderer has not been caught, and they have lost one more person.

Half an hour ago, a male police officer who was in charge of searching this area and looking for any clues about the shooting suddenly lost contact. When he realized something was wrong and came over, he was already lying in a pool of blood in the alley.

Locke and Gwen stood outside the cordon and looked into the alley.

George held a notice in his hand.

but……

This time it was handwritten.

Thought you were prepared.

Locke laughed in his heart, and George over there also understood, and gestured to the area with his hands towards Kate next to him and Jason who arrived.

obviously.

This time, the murderer who pretended to be the unparalleled assassin did not come prepared, but did it suddenly. There is only one reason for this. He was discovered by the police officer, or in other words, what did the police officer discover? clues.

soon.

A police officer who got into the trash held up a wallet and stood up from the trash.

Locke fixed his eyes and saw that part of the photo in the wallet was exposed.

Jeff Martin's wallet.

This is a full two kilometers from the alley where Jeff Martin was murdered.

Gwen, who was standing next to him, took out the cell phone that he had been thinking about, and the sound of ding ding ding kept ringing.

"Loke, look at the grade group."

"Ok?"

Locke returned to his senses and looked at the grade group on Gwen's mobile phone. No doubt, he seemed to know about it, and he was constantly reading the news of the unparalleled assassin killing another police officer.

The cordon is not far.

The media reporters carrying all kinds of equipment have also flocked here, and some have begun to report on the scene that the unparalleled assassin once again killed a police officer.

night time.

After Locke returned from the Continental Hotel, he turned on the TV.

into the eye.

It's a report from New York's First Television Station.

A female reporter who looks marked is reporting on the murder that was sent on the Lower East Side three hours ago, and the male police officer has been rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment.

But whether he can be rescued or not, it really depends on the will of God.

Locke, who was sitting on the sofa, narrowed his eyes.

"Task: "Someone is imitating my face!"

"Basic Rewards for Missions: "Achievement Points*1000", "Potential Points*1000"

"Mission description: "Can you bear this? I can't bear it. Go, grab him and let him know what cruelty is!"

"Task bonus description: "The greater the influence, the greater the bonus!"

"Ah."

Locke watched the TV and the Internet carnival. He couldn't help laughing. He slowly got off the sofa and stood up: "You want to play with my identity Okay, I'll play with you!"

talking room.

Locke has turned around, walked out of his body, put on his sunglasses, and left the Star Building directly.

The First Television Building in New York.

Any piece of hot news is a carnival for the media, which means that the media need to work overtime before they can join this carnival game as soon as possible.

Unobstructed all the way.

Locke directly arrived at the studio that was still in operation.

The two guards at the door, looking at Locke who came out of the elevator without any badges, were slightly taken aback: "Hey, you are..."

Locke shook his right hand, the unparalleled artifact was placed on the head of the security guard, looked at the other security guard, and smiled slightly: "Aren't you going to report to me, now I'm here, are you surprised?"

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