Chapter 330 Old Morgan Found His Grandson's Body, K's Usual Method of Silencing Him

In the United States, where capitalism is prevalent.

Money can bring everything, whether it's respect, power, or amazing efficiency.

American workers, who have always been good at working as foreigners, were tempted by the money of the Morgan consortium and began to search the seabed around New York Harbor with unprecedented efficiency.

Yes.

Old Morgan has more money than you can imagine.

Not only did you choose to believe that email, but you also did not limit the possibilities to the area mentioned in the email.

Or rather.

For the first email that dared to directly give the news of Morgan Jr.'s death in these days, Morgan Sr. paid unprecedented attention to it.

Moreover, in more than half a year.

He has used his own energy to basically ask officials and people from all over the United States to help search for him, but he has never been able to find little Morgan's whereabouts.

In my heart, there are actually some unspeakable guesses, and I understand that the worst case scenario has probably already happened.

However, the false news that came from time to time still gave him hope.

So now, after receiving the email of little Morgan's death for the first time.

Old Morgan, who no longer takes chances, has paid more attention than ever before, not only to check the location in the mail, but also to thoroughly investigate the seabed around New York Harbor.

This was not just to find little Morgan's body, but also to express an attitude, to show that... I had given up hope on the possibility that little Morgan was still alive.

I hope that this attitude can reduce false information and clues. I don’t want to be full of hope every time I receive a fake email. In the end, after spending manpower and material resources to search, it turns out to be pure false news. Feelings of loss.

to this end.

Old Morgan also personally came to New York Harbor to wait for the final results of many divers.

It can be seen that although the current old Morgan does not believe it, the news of the corpse's death that he received for the first time still made him take it unspeakably seriously.

At the very least...even if the grandson does have an accident, he must be seen as soon as possible.

half an hour.

One hour.

Two hours.

...

After dozens of divers searched carefully for two and a half hours.

Right at the center marked in the previous email, an experienced diver wearing a black tights jumped out of the water, took off his diving goggles, waved and shouted excitedly.

"Here, Here!!!"

The diver's shouts are heard.

The assistant standing on the New York Harbor directly threw a wrist-thick rope out and asked him to tie it to something in the water. Others would help pull the thing up.

The diver directly carried the thick rope and entered the water again. After making sure that the rope was fixed, he tugged on the rope hard and signaled the assisting personnel to pull up.

"one!"

→

"two!!"

"three!!!"

...

All of a sudden.

New York Harbor suddenly became lively, and many staff hired by the Morgan Consortium had begun to pull out the special items underwater with all their strength.

As for Old Morgan, he sat quietly and stared at everyone at work with an expressionless face.

To him.

Although he came to New York Harbor in person, he actually didn't have much expectations in his heart.

The slightest hope had actually been exhausted long ago, and now he just wanted to find his grandson's body.

Looking at the staff pulling the thick rope hard, Old Morgan didn't say anything, but he had some weird feelings in his heart, but it was obviously becoming more and more indescribable.

Because it's in his sight.

It can be clearly seen that a sack package large enough to contain an entire person is being slowly pulled out of the water.

Although it has been washed by sea water, the sack is still covered with thick moss. At the same time, judging from the shape, there seems to be a lot of stones inside, and you can even see traces similar to human figures.

"Boom——"

When the sack was pulled from the bottom of the sea to the surface of New York Harbor, old Morgan took a direct step forward, not knowing whether it was something he felt in his heart or something.

After looking around at everyone present.

Then he looked at the secretary beside him and gestured without any doubt.

"Open."

"Open it for me immediately and take a look."

The secretary nodded immediately, then took out a sharp knife from his pocket, walked slowly to the side of the sack, and then lightly slashed it.

When the secretary cuts the sack open.

An arm that had been immersed in seawater for a long time, with some flesh and blood still remaining, and whose bones were dark in color, was clearly visible to the eyes.

The most important thing is... there is a watch on the half-bone arm. Although it is corroded by sea water and full of rust, Old Morgan can tell at a glance that this is the watch that his grandson usually wears.

Silence for a few seconds.

Old Morgan seemed to have aged a bit as he gestured to his secretary.

"Scratch them all."

"I want to see if he is my only grandson, and I want to see even more..."

"Who on earth... dares to do such a thing to my grandson in the United States!"

...

at the same time.

In a remote apartment somewhere in New York.

K looked at the latest news and couldn't help but squinted his eyes when he discovered that old Morgan was already in New York Harbor.

Then he picked up the phone without hesitation and dialed a number.

When the call was connected, K immediately spoke.

"J."

“I think... you should be prepared for a fire in your nightclub and the death of several of your men, right?”