Hidden Assassin

Snowflake danced, covered the whole of New York, through the snow-covered forest roads at this time, it looked like some of the old garbage disposal sites were very lively, but in the early morning, the police cars had surrounded the area, and now in and out of here, in addition to the NYPD, there was also a part of the FBI agents, the staff here before, who had now been controlled, concentrated in a few rooms around the perimeter, interrogating key personnel, as for the rest of them, also controlled not to leave, and they looked more like criminals than victims.

A dark black Cadillac sports car whistled in the snow, and close to the corner, it was possible to collide with the police car parked here. The Cadillac head twisted violently and slipped across with a fierce and sharp scream, stopping completely when it was only 20 cm from the tail of a police car. In a black suit, a tall, handsome white man walked out of the car and slammed the door shut with a chill on his face.

The two policemen standing outside glanced at him, pretending not to have seen him, leaving him in the middle.

The guard strip had been pulled up in the factory in front of him, and the man walked straight into a row of houses on one side and pushed the door in. Inside were the garbage disposal staff, who saw him come in and stood up and bowed: "Mr. Smith. ”

“How much do we lose?” Looking out, he closed the door and asked directly, an employee lowered his head: “About 200 kilograms...”

“Who the fuck did this? ”

“Bill couldn't see clearly, he was knocked out by a slap, and now the cops are asking him. ”

“Didn't get a good look!” Smith nodded and repeated, "What about you? One big thing, you called the police, and it was only then that the police called me. Do you know the tone of Eisen's bitch on the phone? Mr. Smith, a few people died in your factory, and we found about 200 kilos of heroin. Did you lose it... Wow, looks like he's talking about 200 kilos of flour, and I accidentally spilled them on the road..."

“We...” showed a glimpse on his face, several people on duty at night looked at it, last night it was so cold, the treatment plant stopped working again, they naturally went to a warm place to sleep, who knew something so big was going to happen, it was a little hard to talk for a while, “Yes... someone called the police, the police came soon, then they were checking the garbage... they wouldn't allow us to contact outside, in fact, it was the police who first found that heroin was already mixed up in garbage, us, us...”

“You guys!" bites the teeth and spits the word, but now is not the time to deal with these idiots, the god color on his face has changed several times, he took a breath, the door behind him opened, a policeman showed up by the door: "Hi, Mr. Smith, you're here, how are you? You run this place, too? ”

Smith turned around and smiled, “Hey, Eisen, we're really lucky, it's a beautiful day, so we're in a good mood, unfortunately, and I'm in charge here. ”

“Four dead, and one of your people... oh, maybe it's just your employees, after all, you're doing the right business... he was knocked out by a slap, the one who died... the employee, was shot directly in the head, you know, professionally, that shot was beautiful. There are three other unidentified people who have been thrown directly into the compressor and become like compressed cookies, and I'm sure you'll be allergic to compressed cookies for three months after you've seen them. It's junk food, and I always advise you not to eat it.” The cop named Eisen obviously couldn't make it with Smith, and he looked like he was having some kind of misfortune at the time, "Oh, of course, it's hard to say that the Mafia used to do that, throwing people they were going to kill into the garbage disposal yard and crushing them into cookies, I mean... maybe as Americans, we've all gotten used to it, haha. ”

Eisen smiled and patted Smith on his shoulder. Smith smiled, staring closely at each other. There was already a fire in his eyes, his hand was retracted, and the other smiled. “Yes, since this happened in the place where you managed it, I would like to invite you to assist in the investigation as well...”

“It is, of course, the responsibility of every citizen to assist the police in solving cases. ”

“In addition, there is a lot of heroin pressed into cookies with those three people. We initially estimate it at about 200 kg, and now we suspect that you are related to this batch of drugs...”

“What do you mean!” Speaking out loud, Smith took a step forward, "Did you think I was guilty when someone made a scene in my factory and killed my workers? Is that the logic of your police business? ”

“Just suspect, relax.” Eisen smiled and stretched his hands, "making a reasonable inference on a certain clue and then asking for proof is our police job. If you decide to prosecute, of course you can also ask a lawyer to defend you and prove yourself innocent. You can wait here first, then we will send you to the police station, and then there may be something else to assist you, please don't make any excuses. ”

He laughed, ready to leave, took two steps, and turned around: “Oh, by the way, you have the right to remain silent now, but... sorry, I think you've heard a lot of this, your ears are cocooned, so I won't say much, but there's something I have to tell you, you were driving too fast when you first got here, the ticket was on your rain brush, remember to pay the fine, goodbye, good citizen... Mr. Smith ”

“Shit!” With a wave of his hand, his fist slammed a hole in one side of the wooden door, and in the distance the policeman shrugged his shoulders in the snow and the back disappeared at the corner of the road.

Meanwhile, in front of the big pit in the middle of the garbage disposal plant, the huge chunks of garbage that had been compressed had been hung out by now, and a group of people surrounded the garbage in front of the group. A lot of things are blurred out, but some can still be tested, plus the resistance to that FBI operation at the airport last night, and what's happening right now, it's clear that the test results don't need much, and the rest of the work is just speculation and prediction.

“Two Japanese, an American, according to the testimony of eyewitnesses at the airport, almost got in the car and it was chopped up and the car matched. It should be them. The question now is who is the person who is doing the opposite, Flaming Yellow Awakening? A miracle? Or the tulip that kills people and cares about everything? Besides... those 200 kilos of heroin are supposed to belong to the Gambino family, but now it's unfounded, they can't even get into their sins. Generally speaking, they shouldn't do anything to involve these gangsters. 200 kilos of heroin, is that used as a spice in cookies? Or is it the other person's sense of humor? ”

Standing next to the pit, the FBI is not just Denny Lawang and Michelle Phillip, who were responsible for more than a group or two of the incident because of the tulip bombardment in China, but only one other man and one other woman, except Denny and Michelle, who stood here and analyzed the possibility of the incident.

“I think it could be tulip.” Thin, tall white Agent Denny said, "Of course, it's pure intuition after yesterday's video, and she's like someone who likes to do it. ”

“If she did it, it was a little over the top.” Michelle frowned, "according to the existing clue, although the Chinese side claimed Tulip was their person, the current intelligence points in one direction, namely that the two sides did not have a defined subordination, basically Tulip was still a free man, but now the situation is sensitive, no one is focused on her, against an organization, if it were me, the murder yesterday morning was a force deterrent, the noon incident was to get some information, she wanted to force Peloka of the United States to step back, let go of this time, deterrence is enough. Why did you kill these two insignificant Japanese people because of the incident in Jianghai, China? ”

“That's right, it's just not worth it.” An agent next to him nodded his head, "These two Japanese came to New York as messengers, they weren't worth much themselves, but killing them, whether for face or for anything, the Peloka Branch of the United States wouldn't stop doing so much, although the style was a little similar, but unless the tulip scent was already crazy, he shouldn't have done it, I think it's possible that someone else did it, intentionally in a tulip scent way, after all, the guy who was knocked out said, knock him out is a man, the power shown by the tulip scent can of course knock a strong man out, but if it's a man... with a tulip scent partner, it's just the Chinese boy named Gu Jiaming, although not excluding the possibility that he has a good hand, but... shouldn't reach this level...”

“Drugs come from the Gambino family, and the Gambino family is now in tension with Salier. Gu Jiaming had a relationship with the Saliers' mother and daughter.” In the snow and wind, the female agent on the side helped the glasses on the nose beam, "this is obviously a connection... too obvious, although 200 kilograms of drugs can cause some trouble for Gambino, but with the tulip-like method of killing, I think it's still a little too petty, she could totally go kill Smith, or the new godfather John D'Amico, oh, that's too much. Made Tulip crazy, left no room for Peyroga and her in North America, who wants this the most? ”

She paused, standing opposite her, Michelle nodded: "A miracle. ”

“Yes, in the United States, they are the only ones who currently have a direct and powerful conflict with Peroga, so I think that the chances of creating a miracle are more than 70 percent, tulips... less than 30 percent...”

In the garbage dump, the FBI is analyzing the case at hand, a room in New York City surrounded by snow and wind, a telephone call connects Japan across the ocean, Castro is talking to Yushou Cang: “... regarding Watanabe King's failure this time, I will definitely be responsible for the failure on our side, who the opponent is, we will find out, um, he came here, huh... He played here for the last two years, we talked well, also to Xi for me... China has an old saying, hero out of juvenile... um, goodbye..."

Hanging up the phone, the head of Peyroga in North America had a faint expression on his face and then looked across the desk with a smile: “Mr. Yusho asked me to say hello, Zhuang... about last night, they thought it might be tulip, don't you think? ”

“I just got back soon, I can't say.” The sound coming from across the street is faint and soft as a woman, "but just looking at it, the third time things are a little different from the first two times. Improper.”

“I think so too, please go on. ”

“No purpose, no benefit.” Zhuang Amilton had a meal, "the first two Tulip attacks had a strong purpose, the first street sniping had the strongest impact, she showed her ability, the most tolerant killing, the ability to control the whole thing precisely, the second time she took that information, although it was old material, but after collation and extrapolation, no one knew what effect it would have, in the hidden Go, it's a bigger threat, but for the third time, she has no reason to attack Mr. Watanabe, even if they're going to die, it's enough to inform the FBI in secret, but it's what she did later, and it's strange to hear that there's Gambino heroin in the garbage, which is even more ridiculous... Also, it's purely my personal selfishness, Mr. Watanabe, the car they died in. Blood should not be spilled all over her body as a beautiful woman like Tulip. Anyone who thinks so is a blasphemy to that beautiful woman. ”

“I don't think we're going to make it.” Castro lowered his head for a moment and smiled across the street, "Pay attention to the miracles and do anything you can against them, we can't be fooled by them. ”

The smarter the person, the more afraid he may be of the lunatic, because he thinks too much, he thinks too much, sometimes he is obscured by small doubts. For the so-called wise, there is no regular action or, on the contrary, the scariest, the fool can't beat the smart person, but the lunatic… can maintain a 50% chance of winning under any circumstances, if he can grasp this madness, the odds of winning will be even higher. On this morning of heavy snow all over the city, that's what I was thinking.

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