Chapter 1766

Ten days later.

In a cold morgue, a man as tall as a hill is looking down at the console in front of him. The pale light above his head makes his breath more obvious in the air.

The man raised his hand, loosened his tie, and squeezed his cane tightly. But there was no expression on his face, only a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes.

"My son is dead."

"Yes, yes..."

the management of the mortuary of the New York autopsy center looks nervous. Many people think that this bald head is obese, but in fact, when he pinched the stainless steel console just now, he left a clear fingerprint on it.

"Who killed him?"

"I don't know! It wasn't me! I mean, I'm just a security guard, not a forensic surgeon. I can only tell it's a gunshot wound. "

The strong man's white suit hissed off the line. It was the thread on the shoulders and buttons that broke free when the muscles were tight.

But he was still staring at his dead son, the little fat man, who was beaten like a rag doll.

As a boss on the road, he doesn't need a security guard to explain to himself what's going on. Jin can see that his son was shot in the back. Someone swept a bunch of 5.56 caliber bullets at him at a very close distance.

What kind of person would do this to a child? Your enemy?

Obviously, Richard was killed by the first shot in the back of his head. But he was going to beat him to pieces. Was he going to demonstrate for himself?

Jin has been oppressed to the edge of reason by anger, and even immediately wants to mobilize people to kill all the suspects.

But he suddenly calmed down. He was not stupid. Not only did his current strength not support fighting against so many families at the same time, but there were many strange things about this matter.

He turned and looked at the other table behind him.

It was a black corpse with some gray after washing the blood. It was very fat. The liquefied fat had flowed out of the bullet hole. The yellow liquid solidified on the morgue in the low temperature. There was a putrid smell mixed with inferior cosmetics. Drugs mixed with the smell of body cleaner came to your face.

She was a black woman of at least 60 years old, with a lot of scars on her legs. It was obvious that this was a common street prostitute or a sick one.

But most of the bullet holes in her body and her son are consistent. That is to say, at that time, his good son was lying on such an ugly and stinking woman, and as a result, someone came to the bedside and killed both of them.

It doesn't make sense at all. First of all, Jin and his son have so many bodyguards. Besides, he is only eight years old. How could he have access to prostitutes?

This is a trap from the beginning to the end. Children are fond of playing. If they taste forbidden fruit for the first time, they will not be separated from each other. The son should take the initiative to get rid of the meeting between bodyguards and prostitutes and be caught.

Well, whoever introduces a prostitute to him is the biggest suspect. Along this line, there is a high probability that he can find his enemy.

The 5.56 caliber bullet is a military gun. According to the impact point, the killer used an automatic rifle. It is still difficult for New York City to get that kind of thing. It is also a way to check along the ammunition line.

But that's all about to happen, and now some people can kill it.

"Target eye."

"Here it is, boss."

One night at the door, he was still wearing sunglasses in the house. A young man with a toothpick between his fingers responded. His forehead was decorated with concentric circles like a target.

Kim took a deep breath, lifted his hand and pulled up the white sheet, covered it on the black fat woman, then turned to look at a pool of rotten meat like Richard, and said:

"go and get rid of all my son's derelict bodyguards and make them clean."

The target eye took off the sunglasses, put the toothpick into his mouth and gave a quote:

"Tut, 200000 yuan."

"Do it."

Jin also felt the good intention of the target eye. He wanted to kill one person for 100000 yuan. But now he has to kill a whole bodyguard team, and he only charges 200000 yuan for friendship.

For a hired assassin, that's enough.

Every trade has its own rules. Although Jin has a long-term employment contract with target eye, this person is not his subordinate.

Mercenaries work only for money.

It's a pity that Jin didn't have the heart to thank the target eye. He just squeezed out the command from his teeth.

The target eye lightly raised two fingers and saluted, then turned out of the morgue, leaving only Jin and the security guard silent across a pile of rotten meat.

Kim was not thinking, and the security guard seemed too scared to speak.

After a long time, Jin pulled up his son's body bag and put his big hand like a leaf fan into the inside pocket of his suit.

"Don't kill me! I don't know anything! Nothing

The security guard thought that Jin was not trying to kill people. He was pulling out his gun. He was so scared that he crouched down and huddled around the morgue, as if the cold ground and the metal box behind him could provide him with a sense of security.However, Jin just took out the check book, signed a check and threw it on the security guard:

"I don't need a gun to kill you, and I won't kill you either. I'm very grateful and resentful, and pick up the check."

The security guard did it tremblingly. It was a check for ten thousand dollars. He was excited and excited.

He looked up suspiciously, but the boss just pulled his suit collar and smoothed up the sleeve where his shoulder was off the line:

"don't say a word about what you see and hear today. I've never been here. You need to take care of Richard's body. If anyone comes to see him except the police, you can call on the back of the check, OK

The security guard clenched the check, blinked his eyes quickly, and nodded: "yes, I understand. Thank you, boss!"

Jin and finally looked at the black body bag, and then turned away without nostalgia. He had to go home to tell his wife about the incident and arrange an investigation.

If the dead son can't be revived, more people should go down to accompany him.

Kim's huge body showed unconventional agility. He walked with wind and disappeared in the morgue door in a blink of an eye. Only the spring door creaked and swayed back and forth.

The security guard stood up with the check and carefully went to the door to have a look. After confirming that the other party had left, he took out his mobile phone and dialed out a number:

"boss? It's me, Kim, who was here just now. He started to investigate who killed his son. He looked very angry

"..." something was said across the microphone.

took his mobile phone as like as two peas. The security guard hurried toward the security room at the other end of the morgue. On the ground there was a security guard who looked exactly like him, and was lying on the ground.

With his other free hand, he took one of the legs of the corpse and dragged the man out. A wide red line was drawn on the ground.

"Yes, I understand that there will be a fire here tonight. There are plenty of burnt corpses in my place...

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