The Underworld Detective

Having had a full dinner, we walked to the hotel to discuss it, and the most critical clue right now is undoubtedly the tattoo on the deceased. Old people don't get much on the internet, people don't get this weird tattoo style, it may be custom made, can only visit tattoo stores all over Macau through Officer Leung.

At night, Macau City was lighted with neon lights in the evening. It was already December, but the air was still warm and moist, and the night breeze felt comfortable on her face.

"Shall we go to the casino and look into the clues? ”

I scolded, "Come on, you just want to go play. We're on a case. Never go to a sound scene. ”

"'Can the monkey come back?" said the old man. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: “When the case is finished, you can take a look at it. Of course, take a look at the fuss, don't touch the gambling. Sun Bureau, do you approve? ”

Sun Tiger laughed. “I'm not your boss now. You don't have to ask me. Don't forget to bring me with you. ”

The crowd instantly enjoyed themselves and the atmosphere was harmonious. That's when I saw a figure in a black cloak across the street from the driveway, wearing a familiar mask on my face, and I stopped by surprise.

“Senior?” Song Xingsheng also saw it.

The knife god waved at me and went into the alley. I told the others to come back and cross the road with Song Xingsheng.

We walked straight into that dark lacquered alley, and the Knife God was flying fast ahead, seemingly to take us somewhere. I was used to this mysterious style of work, and had no doubt about it.

At this point, a figure fell from above, and the cloak behind him shook violently, like a nightingale descending from the sky.

At first glance, another knife god!

Without saying anything, the second knife God pulled the knife toward the first stab. The first man flashed backwards and pulled a pistol out of his waist. This move led me to conclude that he was a fake.

At the moment of the gunshot, the knife god flashed sharply, the bullet hit the wall, and he cut off the other finger.

The other man's gun fell to the ground, and the knife god danced the clear knife out of his hand and quickly pushed him back to the corner of the wall. The counterfeit pulled out another gun with his left hand, quickly pointing it at his chin, then banged it and fell on his knees.

This scene happened so quickly, I and Song Xingsheng were a little surprised. The knife god took the knife, and I noticed that his Lensen knife didn't have a drop of blood on it, and I walked over and unmasked the counterfeit.

“Even I dared to impersonate myself, forcing me to show up.” The sword god said in a gloomy way.

I walked over and found that the impostor was a young man around the age of twenty, and that bullet had just passed through his brain and made a hole in the back of his head, and he was dead.

More pervasively, his mouth stitched up with a thread, the knife god ripped the thread off his mouth, breaking open his mouth, the tongue inside was only half cut off, and he shook his head: “Such a crazy assassination must be a clown's pen. ”

“Joker?” I was surprised.

“This vip is about…” The word of the Knife God is not finished, suddenly there is a dense shooting coming out of the alley, and there is a louder laugh than the shooting.

I yelled, "Oh, shit, Peaches! ”

We rushed right out of the alley and saw a wrecked, unlicensed van fleeing quickly, rubbing a lot of vehicles along the way, Huang Xiaotao where they stood, and the back shop window was shattered, and several of them all fell to the ground.

My heart was tightened and a sudden change stopped the cars on the street. I quickly crossed the road and saw Huang Xiaotao and they were climbing up. The moment the killer appeared, Dynasty Aid and Sun Tiger reacted quickly to bring everyone down, and no one was injured.

Although there was no danger, everyone was frightened. Song Xingsheng and I pulled them up one by one. When I pulled up Wang Ai Dynasty, he covered his waist with a shock. I asked: "Uncle Wang, are you hit? ”

“No, the last wound tore, little thing.” The Dynasty of Aid took a sip out of its arms.

“Terrible!” Sun Bingxin was afraid: “Did you see the man who just shot us, painted his face like a pervert, and said he was going to perform magic on us? ”

“That's the clown of the Seven Kings!” The Knife God said: "Somewhere else, I have some information to share with you. ”

Officer Leung stayed to clean up the scene, and he vowed to tell us that Macau was the safest city in Asia, something that hadn't happened in 20 years. His tone was a little ashamed, but what was really ashamed of me was that we brought these lunatics here.

We went back to the bureau and looked for an empty room, and Knife God said, "You don't even know how big the case is this time. The vip you're looking for may have something to do with the future organization's power pattern. ”

Sun Tiger said somewhat unbelievably: "Sir, is this vip so important? Is he the core figure of Division? ”

“I know as much about the vip as you do, but I've heard that in order to get the vip, this time clown, gambling saint, six-door madman cook, blood parrot, yellow springs buyer will all be in Macau. ”

When we heard about it, we had to pour in the cool air, which was almost the nest of the Jiangbei knife.

“How did you get this information?” Sun Tiger asked.

“Snake trail, I have my channel.” The Knife God sent a gloomy response from under his mask.

My eyes lit up: "You have an informant in the organization, right? ”

The knife god laughed rarely: “Clever, I do have some informants in the organization. ”

“Are these people credible?” I asked.

“They are all criminals, who are profitable and unprincipled, so long as I spend money, it's not hard to get information. ”

After speaking, the Knife God pulled out five metal cards from his pocket, representing the remaining five heavenly kings. He set them apart in turn, then placed the clown and the yellow springs to buy the bone man together, and placed the sacred and six-door madman cook together.

He told us that the clown and the Yellow Springs buyer were on the same line; the gambling saint was originally on King Jing's side. Since King Jing's death, he has chosen to join forces with six madmen. As for the blood parrot, the woman has always changed well and has no clear position.

King Jing's death can be said to be a heavy bomb in the organization, it has to be mentioned here the Shura Blood Festival, the sword god once said that the Shura Blood Festival is only a ritual, it is intended to re-elect the King for seven days.

The Shura Blood Festival is held every 10 years and will be held soon this year. It has always been presided over by King Jing because he is the oldest and most powerful! It is conceivable that the ceremonialist possesses absolute prestige and power, while at the same time being able to support his own people in the process of selecting new recruits.

The incumbent Huang Quan buys boners, blood parrots, gambling saints, and the dead dog trainer were originally planted by King Jing himself, but later parted ways because of interests.

Now that King Jing is gone, the biggest Huang Quan buys bones and the next six madman chefs unilaterally announce that they will host the Shuro Blood Festival. Both sides have begun to fight evil, so they all want to get this legacy left by King Jing - vip!

Whoever gets it will be the new hegemony in the organization.