Nine Hundred and Eighty-Seven Chapters Who Can Go, We Can't Go

When Luke was leisurely cooking and looking up information, Cuaron was reporting to Winston: "...There were two smiling faces last night. According to the survivor, the first one was just a bait, and the third one was just a bait. The second is the order target.”

Winston said nothing but took a sip of his coffee.

"From the analysis of the survivors' statements, the strength of the bait and the target are both legendary, and..." Caron paused subconsciously before saying the second half of the sentence: "Also, the order target is very likely A superpower."

Winston's eyes flickered and he slowly put down the coffee cup.

Seeing this, Cuaron continued to explain: "The specific ability of the target is unknown, but without changing the bullet, his two revolvers fired at least 60 bullets."

Winston finally turned his head: "Is there a specific analysis of this superpower?"

Caron shook his head: "Not yet. Apart from this peculiarity, he did not reveal other too strange places. No matter the movement speed, shooting speed, or strength strength, it did not exceed our alert value."

Winston sighed. "What else?"

He wasn't much interested in listening.

Although the current news is not too bad, but this does not mean that the situation is not serious.

When it's really bad luck, most people are paralyzed by their opponents and lose before they can react.

Therefore, this lack of news does not mean good news.

After thinking about it, Cuaron said, "We found a statue in Mire Park, it should be left by the smiling man."

Winston frowned.

Caron: "We have shipped it back to the laboratory, and we have done multiple tests overnight, and we haven't found any problems yet."

Winston finally said, "Are you sure he stayed?"

Cuaron: "We checked carefully that there was no black marble statue in the clearing by the lake before last night, and according to the survivors, they were wiped out there..."

Winston looked up at him.

Cuaron: "Also, the statue looks like the smiling man, and it may still have his signature on it."

Winston: "...where is it?"

Caron: "On the van in the parking lot,

Haven't taken it off yet. "

Winston: "Send it to the basement, I'll see later."

Caron: "Yes, sir."

More than ten minutes later, in the spacious basement hall, Winston slowly walked around the black statue, from the original staring at the center to the current one.

Caron stood silently beside him without saying a word.

For a long time, Winston looked at the sentence on the base and muttered: "Under the mask, there is more than just flesh and blood. Is it a belief, and belief is invulnerable?"

After a moment of silence, he shook his head with a low smile, turned and walked away, and Caron followed.

At the door of the basement, Winston stopped and said suddenly, "Change the name of this smiling gentleman."

Caron: "What do you mean?"

Winston: "Didn't they keep their names and tell us how many people they killed?"

Caron: "V?"

Winston turned his body halfway, glanced at the statue again, and smiled: "That's it, send this name to the high table and give them a headache."

The two returned to Winston's room, and Cuaron continued to talk about some unfinished situations: "Damico's wife is dead, when our investigators came to the door, they found that she had just died less than two hours ago. ."

The sneer on Winston's face was even worse, but he didn't say anything, just leaned himself comfortably on the back of the sofa.

Knowing that this meant listening slowly, Cuaron continued to explain: "But from the bodyguard beside her, we determined that she chose to raise the reward after receiving a certain phone call, and there is this."

A photo of the dossier in his hand was placed on the coffee table beside Winston: "She wrote down these names when she was on the phone."

Winston looked at the three names "Smiley Man, Black Cat, Black Mask" and was not surprised at all: "Who is calling?"

Cuaron shook his head: "This person has clean hands and feet. Except for D'Amico's wife who talked to him on the phone, no one else knew about it."

Winston was not too surprised.

Cuaron: "However, there is a little discovery over there in Mire Park."

Winston: "Tell me."

Cuaron put a photo on the coffee table again: "We checked, and the scene was cleaned up quite cleanly. If it wasn't for the description of the survivors, it would be difficult for us to notice that there was a fierce battle there."

Winston understood that it was not easy to clean up the traces of the battle of more than 100 people, especially that the more than 100 corpses would not disappear out of thin air.

Cuaron: "Then, we found this suspicious box truck. Compared with the monitoring in the afternoon, there was one less car in the park. And this car also drove to the parking lot of Miquan Park yesterday morning. ."

Winston looked at the person in the photo and took a sip of black tea: "Is this the driver?"

Caron nodded: "Yes."

"Found him?" Winston asked.

Cuaron shook his head: "According to the investigation, this person disappeared a week ago, and I don't know where to hide. It was only yesterday that he showed up to rent a car and drive to Miquan Park. According to our information, this person should be Kim Bing. Hidden horse boy, even the boss of his gang doesn't know about it."

Winston narrowed his eyes and stopped the black tea cup in his hand.

The name Jin Bing was really familiar to him.

Although the two sides had been at peace for a long time, Winston's memory was still fresh from earlier clashes.

It is difficult for Jin Bing and the Continental Hotel to become friends, and in the end, only one party ascends and the other falls or falls.

In this rare killing of the killer group, the shadow of Jin Bing actually appeared, which immediately made Winston's heart alarm.

He frowned, listening to Cuaron briefly explaining the driver's intelligence, and then mentioning that the large truck was not captured by the surrounding surveillance probes, and disappeared without a trace.

Winston pondered for a moment, then sneered: "Jin Bing and those masked people who have been offered a bounty have clashed several times recently, and D'Amico was originally his ally. Hehe, this method is really not that good."

Caron: "What should we do?"

Winston raised his glass again: "Block the news about V's battle, everyone is dead anyway. That survivor... let her stay in the hotel for the time being."

Cuaron: "So, can it be done?" He felt that Winston knew what to do, but the pig teammates and opponents might not be able to cooperate.

Winston took a sip of his black tea and said, "Whoever does, we won't. By the way, the time and place of V's appearance is the news from some bar, right?"

Cuaron: "Yes, the survivors also got the informant's account at the time."

Winston: "Let the survivors go over and release the news that Jin Bing is the mastermind behind the reward of 10 million to kill the masked man."

Caron understood: "Yes."