One Thousand and Fifty-Six Chapters This Cruelty Is Not that Cruel

Luke and the two could only comfort a few words about John McClain, a super straight man of steel. By the way, he got up and went out and drove to the scene of the crime last night.

When leaving the parking lot, Selena couldn't help but sigh, "How did he catch up with his wife in the first place?"

Luke: "It's easy to choose to get married, but married life has to go on forever. It can only be said that they do love each other, but they can't get along."

Selena nodded thoughtfully, stopped talking about the question, and turned to look at the file in her hand.

After a while, she exclaimed: "Who did this? The method is so cruel."

Luke: "John Wick is still hiding in the Continental Hotel, it's definitely not him, go to the scene and say."

For the past two days, they have been staring at the Continental Hotel. John is recovering from his injuries and has not come out for activities at all.

This is the reason why the two immediately determined that the new case was not written by John Wick.

Selena: "The style is also not right. The attackers used extremely violent firepower to carry out coverage shooting from the window, smashing more than a dozen Irish gang members in the house into sieves, which is also different from John Wick's method. Very big, this method is like the habit of mercenaries."

Luke took time to look at the pictures on the central control screen and nodded: "It's a typical mercenary technique, simple, crude and direct. What's more troublesome is that he doesn't even clean up the body, so the impact is so bad."

It's no wonder that npd isn't nervous about this slaughter-style approach.

Arriving at the crime scene in Clinton District, looking at the riverside warehouse, Luke got out of the car and said, "These guys are also very smart. They hid here at the dock. It is very likely that they only sneaked back by boat in the past few days. No wonder recently. Can't see them."

Selena shook her head and sighed: "Why, why bother!"

These Irish gangs were the same people they had cleaned up.

It's a pity that they escaped the murderous v, but they didn't escape the battlefield butchers who were bombarded with bullets. These unlucky bastards were even wrapped in gauze plaster and fell in a pool of blood.

Wouldn't it be good to hide in a place like New Jersey to heal, but slipped back, he must have wanted to do something, and he died now! Selena complained about these unlucky bastards in her heart.

Showing their badges to the police on the periphery, the two walked into the scene.

Looking at the mess inside,

Both of them were a little surprised by the debris-filled scene.

Selena said while avoiding the debris and bloodstains under her feet, "How many bullets did this shoot?"

There is only a preliminary report in the dossier, and the specific number of bullets has not been counted.

Previously, she thought it was the forensic personnel who were lazy, but now she realized that the business volume was too high.

The number of bullet holes scanned in Luke's sunglasses kept rising, and slowed down after a while.

He looked at the number and twitched the corners of his mouth: "More than 300 rounds."

Selena: "Everyone of the more than ten gang members has several bullet holes, so the attacker shot more than 500 rounds in one go? Did he regard this as a battlefield in the Middle East!"

Luke: "The attacker used a 556 rifle, and with this firepower, he really regarded it as a war."

Speaking of which, he couldn't help shaking his head.

This is Manhattan, New York, the center of the world. If you do this, something big will happen.

Selena: "So, we just met a super killer and are looking for a violent mercenary?"

The intelligent program has restored part of the scene, showing that the attacker was probably only one person, and she would say such a thing.

Luke walked out of the warehouse and walked to the location where the attackers launched the attack: "After all, New York, after all, Manhattan, anything can happen."

When he said this, he couldn't help but think of some images in his mind.

Manhattan is a "Feng Shui Treasure Land" beloved by the "Universe Free Demolition Office".

It's only been using guns in the past few years. When energy cannons and alien warships join the demolition office in the future, it will be a lively event.

After patrolling the scene, Luke didn't gain much.

The attackers launched the attack outside the warehouse, here is the river again, and the strong wind has blown away all the smell.

He is not in a hurry.

In many cases, urgency is useless, and what is most needed is time and meticulous investigation.

The two returned to the headquarters and went to find Elsa.

Hearing the intention of the two of them, Elsa just asked them to wait for a while. After making a phone call, within half an hour, she motioned them to come to her computer and watch together.

Entering the database, she quickly opened several numbered documents: "According to the characteristics you provided, I asked Lisa to investigate similar cases in the past two years and found these cases in the second half of last year. You write down the file numbers. , you can check it yourself when you go back.”

Luke smiled and said, "It's all here, boss, please analyze it."

Elsa rolled his eyes at him angrily, but knew that he wanted everyone to keep in touch, so as not to drift away later: "Okay, for the sake of seeing you bring me snacks."

She succinctly explained the common points of these cases, and then said: "The time of these cases is different, and the location is not only in New York City. This should be the reason why they have not been dealt with together. But you The idea is correct, they are likely to be done by the same group of people."

Luke: "Maybe it's just one person."

Elsa was stunned: "All alone?"

She couldn't help but look at the files on the computer screen. The death toll on it was more than 20. Could this be done by one person... Well, don't you have dozens of guys in front of her?

She just nodded: "In addition to the commonalities you mentioned, they have one obvious commonality. The Mexican cartel, the Irish gang, the Hellhounds, a branch of the Hell's Angels, they are all selling illegal drugs, and they are long-term business owners. In business, there are fights and cooperation with each other.”

After a pause, she suggested: "You can check from this aspect, after all, it's not surprising that the traffickers get into anything, their hands are too dark, and there are many enemies, but most of the victims just don't have the strength to retaliate. "

Luke nodded: "Once they provoke some people who are less reasonable than them, they will have bad luck."

Elsa nodded.

Luke's words are reasonable and the greatest possibility.

After listening to this concise and accurate analysis, Luke got up and stopped disturbing Elsa's work: "Let's have dinner together at night? Lisa also called to talk about how everyone's Christmas was."

Elsa raised her hand and pointed: "You can get out. Send me the time and place, and I will notify Lisa."

Luke and the two walked away with a smile.

Where is Elsa on vacation, she's working overtime on Christmas Day, and she hasn't gone back to Miami for vacation at all.

Someone's words are like rubbing salt on the wounds of this old Iron Lady.