Chapter 814： Not overnight

Chapter 814 Not overnight

 “Smart people will think more and be greedy.”

　　Mully Roberts finished speaking, and the elderly voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally asked:

 “What do you suggest as a good police officer?”

 “It’s very simple, I just said it.”

Murray Roberts chuckled, with a confident expression on his face, and said:

　　"First punish me, the "bad policeman", and then give Roan Greenwood some benefits.

 He is less than thirty years old this year. He is a young, energetic man who likes nothing more than money, women, and power.

 We can satisfy him with all these, can’t we? It doesn't matter no matter how much he wants, he will get it back in the future. "

 The other end of the phone said calmly:

 “Sure enough, you are still doing the same thing.”

“The same old thing is the same old thing because it works.”

Murray Roberts still smiles:

"What do you think?"

"Okay, I'll ask someone to handle the rest."

The other end of the phone replied casually and hung up the phone. Murali Roberts didn't get angry even when he heard the busy signal on his phone. He chuckled, put the phone in his pocket, started the car and started driving towards the outside of the campus.

　　The villa where Murary Roberts lives is in an area not too far from George Washington University.

 His wife died of cancer for more than ten years, but Murarry Roberts did not continue to marry her. Outsiders praised him as a devoted man who loved his late wife very much.

However, Murarry Roberts himself knows that compared to remarrying a woman in her thirties or forties, he is already seventy years old and still lacks money. He prefers to interact with young people.

For example, a twenty-year-old girl, an eighteen-year-old girl is fine, or even younger than eighteen years old...Mulali Roberts is a standard wealthy Jew.

Mullary Roberts has a very regular life schedule. After he drives home, he usually drinks a glass of red wine and rests for a while, then takes a shower, changes clothes, and goes to a private club at eight o'clock to enjoy himself.

 Early the next morning, he went home, washed up, put on his glasses, resumed his status as a respected professor, and went to school to teach and educate people, speak out for the Jews, and cultivate students to be close to the Jews.

  Considering that he is getting older and his physical fitness is not as good as before, Murali Roberts will only have this kind of life trajectory two or three times a week.

 Today I happened to be in a good mood and had time. Murali Roberts drove the car into the garage, walked into the villa and went straight to the wine cellar, ready to find a bottle of red wine to taste.

 As soon as he walked into the villa, Murali Roberts' expression suddenly changed, because he found that there was an opened bottle of red wine placed in the living room, and there was a goblet with some red wine poured next to it.

With his eyebrows pounding, Murarry Roberts stepped back and raised his right hand to insert it into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone. At this moment, a sound of laughter rang out in the kitchen:

“Don’t get excited, Mr. Roberts, and don’t move your hands, otherwise the gun aimed at you may get angry.”

Murray Roberts paused, and his body froze suddenly. He took a few deep breaths to suppress the fear in his heart, and turned around little by little to look towards the kitchen.

At the door of the kitchen, leaning against a man wearing ordinary sportswear and gloves, pointing a pistol at him, with a bright smile on his face.

The man's face was familiar to Murarry Roberts. He had seen it many times in some folders. It was the person he had just discussed on the phone, Roan Greenwood.

 “Good evening, Mr. Professor.”

Luo An walked up to Murarry Roberts in a leisurely manner, stretched out his hand to signal him to sit on the sofa, and said with a smile:

“The wine was good, I took a look, it was the last century Lafite red wine from Chateau Margaux.

 As expected of a professor at George Washington University, he indeed has extraordinary taste. "

Sitting on the sofa, Murali-Roberts looked up and looked at the smile on Luo An's face. He slowly showed a stiff smile, but he was very shocked in his heart. He couldn't understand how Luo An silently broke through the villa security system.

While feeling unbelievable, Murali Roberts also had a clearer understanding of the strength of Luo An, the team leader. He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said with a smile:

“If Leader Luo An likes it, I can give you some.”

"That's no need. I don't know much about red wine, and I don't have the habit of storing wine." Luo An smiled and waved his hand. Just as Murarry Roberts was about to continue speaking, the smile on Luo An's face suddenly disappeared, and his eyes were fixed. The other party asked in a deep voice:

“Let’s get straight to the point, Professor Roberts, besides that unfortunate guy Harris, who else have you sent to prepare to attack me?”

Murali Roberts didn't expect that Luo An's face would change so quickly. One second he was smiling brightly, and the next second he was as cold as ice. He was sweating coldly on his back when he looked at the black muzzle of the gun, and he still had a somewhat stiff smile on his face. , tried:

“Leader Luo An, put down your pistol first. We have plenty of time. How about we talk slowly?”

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Luo An didn’t say anything, but silently turned on the safety of the pistol.

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Murarry Roberts' forehead. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something, and the stiff smile on his face suddenly softened, and he smiled:

“Leader Luo An, there is no need to be so angry, we can talk slowly.

You don’t need to threaten me with a pistol. Within a minute of the gunfire, someone will come here to check the situation, and it won’t do you any good at that time.

 You are still young and have a bright future, so don’t..."

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Before Mullary Roberts could finish his words, Luo An punched him hard in the face and said expressionlessly:

“What’s the digital code for the safe behind the painting in your bedroom?”

Roberts was so dizzy from the punch that his nose was bleeding. He was just about to curse when he heard Luo An ask:

“How many digits are there in the password? Five digits? Six digits? Seven digits?

 What is the first digit, one? two? three? Where’s the second digit…”

 In less than five minutes, Luo An got the real number and nodded slightly:

“Thirteen digits, starting with 9 and ending with 3. As expected of a university professor, the password is so long.”

At this time, Murali Roberts couldn't believe it. He looked at Luo An with his mouth open as if he had seen a ghost. He clearly didn't say a word. How did Luo An get the real password? Is there really a way to read minds in the world?

Seeing the coldness in Luo An's eyes becoming more intense, Murali Roberts' face changed drastically as he was dominated by a sense of panic, and he quickly spoke out:

“Leader Luo An, you can’t kill me. I can give you all my money, or you can pretend that today’s incident never happened. From now on, you..."

Murray Roberts was halfway through speaking, Luo An silently put away his pistol. Upon seeing this, Roberts suddenly smiled on his face, and at the same time made a plan in his heart. After today's incident, the other party must be killed!

 Click!

The next second, a crisp sound rang in his ears, and Roberts' consciousness completely fell into darkness.

Five minutes later, a thick plume of smoke shot out from inside the villa, and the orange-red firelight that shot straight into the sky instantly attracted the attention of everyone around the villa.

A backpacker wearing a hat shouted to put out the fire. The people who reacted quickly contacted the fire brigade and opened fire hydrants on both sides of the road to put out the fire.

 A few hours later, at 10:30 pm, the case report that Murarry Roberts had her neck broken and that the villa was set on fire appeared on some people's desks.

These people were not in the mood to look at Mullary Roberts’ autopsy report, but looked at the traces found by the FBI Trace Examination Unit at the crime scene:

They found an inverted cross that was only half burned by the fire and was completely black, and a safe with the door open to the outside.

There are a few gold bars left in the safe, and a lot of U.S. dollars, bonds, etc. were burned by the fire, but there are still some left. There are also many half-burned folders, but the documents inside the folders are empty.

Many people who saw the case report cursed in a low voice. The inverted cross indicated that the murderer either came from the Judgment Process Church; or it was a deception left by the murderer, and the other party wanted to draw attention to the church.

Coupled with the situation of the safe, many people are convinced that the murderer's real goal is to recover the documents, and Roberts has been silenced.

When it comes to the trial process of the church, there are too many things and people involved behind the scenes. Any camp may take action, and there is no evidence at the scene.

Some people thought more and were suspicious of the inverted cross left at the scene. The suspected mastermind behind the incident told them not to continue digging and investigating. After all, everyone is not clean, and it would not be good for anyone to find out anything.

In addition, if the other party takes away those documents, it is impossible to treasure them. Whether the other party is preparing to use them for subsequent transactions or disclose them to the media, they have the ability to detect and intercept them in advance.

After thinking about this, several camps that were sure that it was not their own hands chose to stand still and refused to take over the case, and then turned their attention to the Jewish camp.

 (End of this chapter)