Chapter 814 No Overnight

"Smart people think more and are greedy."

After Murali Roberts finished speaking, the elderly voice on the other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and finally asked:

“What’s your suggestion for what good police officers should do next?”

"It's simple, I just said it."

Murarry Roberts chuckled, with a confident expression on his face, and said:

"First punish me, the "bad policeman", and then give Roan Greenwood some benefits.

He is less than thirty years old, a young, energetic man who likes nothing more than money, women, and power.

We can satisfy him with all these, right? It doesn't matter no matter how much he wants, he will get it back in the future. "

The person on the other end of the phone said calmly:

"Sure enough, it's still your old ways."

“The same old thing is the same old thing because it works.”

Murarry Roberts still smiles:

"What do you think?"

"Okay, I'll ask someone to handle the rest."

The other end of the phone replied casually and hung up the phone. Murali Roberts didn't get angry when he heard the busy signal on his phone. He smiled and put the phone in his pocket, started the car and started driving towards the outside of the campus.

The villa where Murali Roberts lives is in an area not too far from George Washington University.

His wife died of cancer more than ten years ago, but Murarry Roberts did not continue to marry her. Outsiders praised him as a devoted man who loved his late wife very much.

However, Murarry Roberts himself knows that compared to remarrying a woman in her thirties or forties, he is already seventy years old and still lacks money, and he prefers to interact with young people.

For example, a 20-year-old girl, an 18-year-old girl is fine, even younger than 18 years old... Murali Roberts is a standard wealthy Jew.

Murali Roberts' life schedule is very regular. After he drives home, he usually drinks a glass of red wine and rests for a while, then takes a shower, changes clothes, and goes to a private club at eight o'clock to enjoy himself.

Early the next morning, he went home, washed up, put on his glasses, resumed his status as a respected professor, and went to school to teach and educate people, speak out for the Jews, and cultivate students to be close to the Jews.

Considering that he is getting older and his physical fitness is not as good as before, Murali Roberts will only have this kind of life trajectory two or three times a week.

I happened to be in a good mood today and had time. Murali Roberts drove the car into the garage, walked into the villa and went straight to the wine cellar, ready to find a bottle of red wine to taste.

As soon as he entered the villa, Murali Roberts' expression suddenly changed, because he found that there was an opened bottle of red wine placed in the living room, and there was a goblet with some red wine poured next to it.

Murali Roberts' eyebrows were beating fast. He raised his feet and stepped back, while raising his right hand to insert it into his pocket to retrieve his mobile phone. At this moment, a laugh sounded in the kitchen:

"Don't get excited, Mr. Roberts, and don't move your hands, otherwise the gun aimed at you may get angry."

Murali Roberts paused, and his body froze suddenly. He took a few deep breaths to suppress the fear in his heart, and turned around little by little to look at the kitchen.

At the door of the kitchen, leaning against a man wearing ordinary sportswear and gloves, he pointed a pistol at him with a bright smile on his face.

The man's face was familiar to Murali Roberts. He had seen it many times in some folders. It was the man he had just discussed on the phone, Roan Greenwood.

"Good evening, Mr. Professor."

Luo An walked up to Murarry Roberts in a leisurely manner, stretched out his hand to signal him to sit on the sofa, and said with a smile:

“The wine was good, I took a look, it was the last century Lafite red wine produced at Chateau Margaux.

As expected of a professor at George Washington University, he indeed has extraordinary taste. "

Sitting on the sofa, Murali Roberts looked up and looked at the smile on Luo An's face. He slowly showed a stiff smile, but he was very shocked in his heart. He couldn't understand how Luo An silently broke through the villa security system.

While feeling unbelievable, Murali Roberts also had a clearer understanding of the strength of Luo An, the team leader. He took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in his heart, and said with a smile:

"If Team Leader Luo An likes it, I can give you some."

"That's no need. I don't know much about red wine, and I don't have a habit of storing wine."

Luo An smiled and waved his hand. Just as Murarry Roberts was about to continue speaking, the smile on Luo An's face suddenly disappeared. He stared at the other person and asked in a deep voice:

"Let's get straight to the point, Professor Roberts. Apart from that unfortunate guy Harris, who else have you sent to prepare to attack me?"

Murali Roberts didn't expect that Luo An's face would change so quickly. One second he was smiling brightly, and the next second he was as cold as ice. Cold sweat broke out on his back as he looked at the dark muzzle of the gun, and he still had a somewhat stiff smile on his face. , tried:

"Team Leader Luo An, put down your pistol first. We have plenty of time. How about we talk slowly?"

Click——

Luo An didn't speak, but silently turned on the safety of the pistol.

A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Murarry Roberts' forehead. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly thought of something, and the stiff smile on his face suddenly softened, and he smiled:

"Team Leader Luo An, there is no need to be so angry, we can talk slowly.

You don't need to threaten me with a pistol. Within a minute of the gunfire, someone will come here to check the situation, and it won't do you any good at that time.

You are still young and have a bright future, so don’t..."

Bang——

Before Murarry Roberts could finish his words, Luo An punched him in the face with a punch and said expressionlessly:

"What's the digital code for the safe behind the painting in your bedroom?"

Roberts was so dizzy from the punch that his nose was bleeding. He was just about to curse when Luo An asked:

"How many digits are there in the password? Five digits? Six digits? Seven digits?

What is the first digit, one? two? three? Where’s the second digit…”

In less than five minutes, Luo An got the real number and nodded slightly:

"Thirteen digits, starting with 9 and ending with 3. As expected of a university professor, the password is so long."

At this time, Murali Roberts couldn't believe it. He was stunned and looked at Luo An as if he had seen a ghost. He clearly didn't say a word. How did Luo An get the real password! Is there really a way to read minds in the world?

Seeing the coldness in Luo An's eyes becoming more intense, Murali Roberts' face changed drastically as he was dominated by panic, and he quickly spoke out:

"Team Leader Luo An, you can't kill me. I can give you all my money, or you can pretend that today's incident never happened. From now on, you..."

While Murali Roberts was speaking, Luo An silently put away his pistol. Upon seeing this, Roberts suddenly showed a smile on his face, and at the same time made a plan in his heart. After today's incident, he must kill the other party!

Click!

The next second, a crisp sound rang in his ears, and Roberts' consciousness completely fell into darkness.

Five minutes later, a thick plume of smoke burst out from inside the villa, and the orange-red fire that shot straight into the sky instantly attracted the attention of everyone around the villa.

A backpacker wearing a hat shouted to put out the fire. Everyone who reacted quickly contacted the fire brigade and opened fire hydrants on both sides of the road to put out the fire.

A few hours later, at 10:30 p.m., Murali Roberts' neck bone was broken and the case report that the villa was set on fire appeared on some people's desks.

These people were not in the mood to look at Murarry Roberts' autopsy report, but looked at the traces found by the FBI Trace Examination Unit at the crime scene:

They found an inverted cross that was only half burned by the fire and was completely black, as well as a safe with the door open to the outside.

There were a few gold bars left in the safe, and a lot of U.S. dollars, bonds, etc. were burned by the fire, but some were left. There were also many half-burned folders, but the documents inside the folders were empty.

Many people who saw the case report cursed under their breath. The inverted cross meant that the murderer either came from the Judgment Process Church; or it was a deception left by the murderer, and the other party wanted to draw attention to the church.

Coupled with the situation of the safe, many people are convinced that the murderer's real goal is to recover the documents, and Roberts has been silenced.

When it comes to the trial process and the church, there are too many things and people involved behind the scenes. Any camp may take action, and there is no evidence at the scene.

Some people thought more and suspected the inverted cross left at the scene. The suspected mastermind behind the scenes told them not to continue digging and investigating. After all, everyone is not clean. It would be no good for anyone to find out anything.

In addition, if the other party takes away those documents, it is impossible to treasure them. Whether the other party plans to use them for subsequent transactions or disclose them to the media, they have the ability to discover and intercept them in advance.

After thinking about this, several camps that were sure that it was not their own hands chose to stand still and refused to take over the case, and then turned their attention to the Jewish camp.