Without a moment's delay, everyone rushed directly to the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Liao Jiajun is the leader of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, so of course he has to be present.

Cang Hao naturally wanted to be there, in fact, Cang Hao wanted to know the true identity of the mask man, but he had been pretending to be indifferent on the surface.

Liao Jiajun wanted to protect her daughter, so there was no doubt that she followed.

Pang Jindong was not absent either, after all, he was a former blood lion mercenary.

As for the other Blood Lion mercenaries, they all stayed in the Dolin Temple.

On the way, everyone had a brief chat and communicated the information they had.

After Liao Jiajun was kidnapped, she didn't suffer much, but she was surprised by the infighting in the Red Devil Group.

The Criminal Investigation Bureau was very busy, and even though it was late at night, the building was brightly lit and all the criminal police were working overtime.

In this fierce battle at the farmhouse, forty-three criminals were killed, and it is conceivable that the credit for this battle will naturally go to the head of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, and Cang Hao and the Blood Lion mercenaries continue to be the heroes behind the scenes.

From the beginning, Cang Hao was not interested in the identities of these criminals, guessing that they must have been hired and were by no means the core of the criminal group.

In other words, these criminals definitely didn't know the true identity of the black-faced ghosts, so Cang Hao never thought of torturing them.

The facts proved Cang Hao's speculation, and after investigation, it was proved that these criminals who were killed were all drug dealers with criminal records, and several were mercenaries who infiltrated abroad.

In addition, several criminals did not die, but were seriously injured.

After Liu Tiansheng sent them to the hospital, he didn't care how the doctor treated them, and directly took a confession.

The confession showed that all of them worked for the Red Devil Group, and that the black-faced ghost appeared out of nowhere and became their boss directly, and no one knew the origin of the black-faced ghost.

In any case, Cang Hao's other speculation has also been confirmed, that is, all this qiē is secretly manipulated by Xu Jianjun.

In the reception room of the Criminal Investigation Bureau, several officers in blue military uniforms were waiting.

After Liao Jiajun came, he shook hands with these officers and talked a few more words.

The officers had other things to do, and after a brief briefing, they took their leave.

Liao Jiajun turned around, and then told everyone the details.

It turned out that in recent days, the Air Force units have been conducting secret exercises in the far suburbs, and the subject of the exercises is low-altitude defense.

During the exercise a few hours ago, just as the target plane had just been locked by radar, an unknown plane suddenly appeared in the airspace of the exercise.

This is an ultralight aircraft, flying at an ultra-low altitude, which, under normal conditions, will not be detected at all by air defense radars.

That is, because of the exercise, the battlefield guidance radar was searching a specific airspace, and as a result, the mysterious plane was discovered.

Generally speaking, the Air Force will communicate with the air traffic control department before the show, close the airspace for the exercise, and no aircraft will be allowed to enter, and civilian aircraft will go around.

The Air Force immediately contacted the plane and asked for immediate evasion, but the plane never responded.

After receiving the Air Force's warning, the plane turned around, but it flew into another airspace for the exercise, and the exercise could not be carried out at all.

Then this raises the possibility that the plane may have come to spy on intelligence.

The exercise supervisor was a hot-blooded young man, and he immediately made a decision to shoot down the plane.

It was just a low-altitude anti-aircraft missile, which easily blew off half of the fuselage, and the plane then crashed and fell into the hands of the military.

The Air Force first conducted its own investigation, and as a result, no surveillance and listening equipment was found on the plane, not even a high-powered camera, which ruled out the possibility of spying on intelligence.

The next problem is to determine where the plane came from, which is not the responsibility of the military, and the pilot's appearance is very strange, so after high-level coordination, it was directly handed over to the Criminal Investigation Bureau.

Liao Jiajun sneered and said: "In principle, the troops have the right to shoot down the plane that enters the exercise area, which means that if you don't die, you won't die." ”

Cang Hao shook his head: "You are only half right. ”

Liao Jiajun was not convinced: "The other half is wrong?"

"It is possible to shoot down a plane that enters a military restricted area, but this is only in theory, and there is a lot of political consideration for whether it should be done in practice. If it is a civilian airplane with hundreds of passengers on board, the downing will cause an uproar in public opinion, and the military will face very great pressure. Therefore, when the armies of various countries encounter such a thing, they will usually expel and warn, and they will not use force until they have to......" After a pause, Cang Hao continued: "This air force leader dares to order the shot down, also because this is a small plane, even if it is wrong, it will not cause much impact on public opinion." ”

"That's right. Pang Jindong nodded: "In addition, the identity of the pilot is suspicious, and this plane may be suspected of a crime, so it is not wrong to hand it over to the Criminal Investigation Bureau." If this is just a rich man's toy, people stay and have nothing to do and sneak out to play, and it is knocked down like this, which is equivalent to the army throwing you a problem. ”

"In any case, it can be regarded as a crooked ......" Liao Jiajun sighed: "In this way, it provides us with clues." ”

Cang Hao nodded: "Take us to meet the corpse." ”

The Criminal Investigation Department has its own forensic department, equipped with a morgue, where the criminals who were killed at the farmhouse and the pilot of the mysterious plane are all parked.

The white-green hood and the plane pilot were side by side, and the forensic doctor did not examine them for the time being, because he knew that the identities of these two people were suspicious, and they had to wait for Liao Jiajun to decide in person.

Cang Hao had fought with the white and green hoods, so after entering the morgue, he focused on the pilot of the plane.

As mentioned earlier, this one wears a pure white rubber hood on his head, which is indistinguishable from the black-faced ghost except for its color.

There was hardly any reason to suspect that the driver was in league with the black-faced ghost, but it was just a coincidence.

The plane exploded very violently, and the lower half of his body had been blown up, and he was lying there silently, wearing that mysterious hood on his head, which gave people an extremely strange feeling.

Cang Hao stretched out his hand to the forensic doctor: "Give me a pair of scissors." ”

The medical examiner immediately handed over a pair of scissors: "What are you going to do?"

"I want to know what he looks like. Cang Hao smiled coldly, and without asking Liao Jiajun's opinion, he directly cut the white rubber hood with scissors.

The hood is a bit thick and a bit laborious to cut, but there's nothing special about it either.

With the soft sound of the scissor blade cutting through the rubber, everyone present hung their hearts.

For a while, Liao Jiajun was even worried that there was a monster under the hood, or someone who was disfigured to the point of horror.

Cang Hao didn't care, cut off the hood and threw it aside, looking at the corpse and looking at it carefully.

Liao Jiajun was worried in vain, there was not a monster under the mask, nor was he a disfigured person, just an ordinary-looking young man.

The appearance of being in his twenties, the standard oriental appearance, not handsome or ugly, there is nothing special about it.

Liao Jiajun came over and asked Cang Hao very carefully: "Do you know this person?"

Cang Hao shook his head: "I've never seen it." ”

Liao Jiajun asked Pang Jindong again: "Do you know each other?"

Pang Jindong also shook his head: "I don't know." ”

Liao Jiajun frowned slightly: "In other words, this person is not a blood lion mercenary?"

Cang Hao didn't answer, and walked straight to the white-green hooded corpse, and also cut the hood with scissors.

Already having experience as an airplane pilot, this time everyone had nothing to worry about, and sure enough, there was still just an ordinary person under the hood.

It was a Caucasian man with blonde hair, and Cang Hao rolled his eyelids and found that his pupils were blue, but his nationality could not be determined based on these physical characteristics.

Just like the plane pilot, this one is also unknown to Cang Hao, and Pang Jindong has never seen it.

"How can this be?" Liao Jiajun was very surprised: "Think about it again, you really haven't seen this person?"

"I'm pretty sure. Cang Hao threw the scissors aside and sneered: "Even those mercenaries who hung up on the first day of the battlefield, I haven't seen these two, they definitely don't belong to the Blood Lion mercenaries." ”

"Yes. Pang Jindong nodded with great certainty: "The crux of the problem is still on the body of that black-faced ghost, he should have been a blood lion mercenary, and these comrades should have been hired by him." ”

Liao Jiajun said word by word: "Then we must also find out the true identities of these people." ”

"No need to check. Cang Hao shook his head, picked up the hand of the white and green hood and shook it, showing Liao Jiajun the fingers: "Have you noticed anything?"

Liao Jiajun saw a lot of corpses, and he didn't feel frightened at all, and after taking a closer look, he said: "He has a lot of calluses on his hands, which are very rough, and it seems that he should often operate weapons." He's still a mercenary, but he has nothing to do with your Blood Lions. ”

"That's not the point. Cang Hao shook his head: "You take a closer look." ”

Cang Hao's words reminded Liao Jiajun, and after a closer look, Liao Jiajun was very surprised and said, "He...... Why are there no fingerprints?"

Human fingers have raised lines on the epidermis, and when you touch something, the sweat and oil on your fingers will leave the same traces as these lines, that is, fingerprints.

Fingerprints are unique and different from each person, so they often become clues to solve cases.

This is common sense, and beyond common sense, the skin of the man's fingers is completely smooth, in other words, he touches anything without leaving a mark.

"He?" Liao Jiajun was very puzzled: "Is it really a monster?"

"It's not a monster, it's a special operation that has had its fingerprints removed. Cang Hao said, pointing to the body of the plane pilot: "That one, too, does not have any fingerprints." ”

"I kind of get it. Liao Jiajun said thoughtfully: "The reason why they do this is that they don't want others to find out their identity." ”

"Yes. Cang Hao didn't care where it was, took out a cigarette and lit it and smoked: "There are no fingerprints, which means that they will not leave a trace when they engage in assassination, sabotage or any other criminal activities." ”

Liao Jiajun looked at Cang Hao in shock: "You mercenaries still have this tradition?"

This question was answered by Pang Jindong: "We mercenaries don't have this tradition, because it's not necessary for us at all, we are fighting on the battlefield, and it doesn't matter whether we leave fingerprints or not." ”

Cang Hao added: "But if it's a dirty job, it's different." ”

Liao Jiajun asked thoughtfully: "That is, infiltrating other countries to carry out assassination or sabotage?"

"This kind of person usually works for a certain government or a criminal group, and it is not the same as us......" Cang Hao shrugged his shoulders: "You can investigate, but I bet you will never find out their identity." ”

"But I have to find out. Liao Jiajun said firmly: "As long as you know who they are, then the identity of the black-faced ghost can be easily found, and further, there is an entry point to destroy this criminal group." ”

Cang Hao sighed: "Then you can check." ”

Liao Jiajun soon started working, but Cang Hao didn't leave, and went to the reception room with Pang Jindong and Liao Chenghao.

The three of them drank tea and chatted at the same time, and soon, the night passed.

In the morning, Liao Jiajun came to the reception room, looking very haggard: "Canghao, you are right......

Cang Hao's expression was indifferent: "Didn't find it?"

"Yes......" Liao Jiajun exhaled helplessly: "I have tried all kinds of means, but I have never been able to determine their identity." Just now, I got in touch with Interpol and didn't get any help. ”

Liao Chenghao frowned and said, "Is it difficult to achieve this?"

"Actually, I believe that as long as there are enough clues, they will definitely be able to find out their identity. The problem is that we don't have a clue......" Liao Jiajun said while shaking his head vigorously: "No fingerprints, no identity documents...... Even if it's fake, it can provide clues, but it's still not ......"

Pang Jindong proposed: "Isn't there someone who compares technology?"

"Theoretically, there is, but the technology is not yet mature, and Interpol has tried it and has not found any clues. In fact, even if the technology is mature, their number library may not be recorded at all......" Speaking of this, Liao Jiajun's tone was even more helpless: "Interpol said that the most mature portrait comparison technology is the CIA of country M, and their number database is also more complete than Interpol. ”

"Is it possible to ask for help from the CIA?" Pang Jindong said, glancing at Cang Hao deeply.

"I'd like to ask them for help, as long as they can destroy the Red Devils and let me do anything. Liao Jiajun said, and also glanced at Cang Hao: "But I don't know how to get in touch with them at all, they are not 10086, and someone will answer the dial." I don't even know the phone number, and even if I do, why should people help me?"

"I know what you mean. Cang Hao smiled very easily: "That's right, I have worked with the CIA, and I can talk to that side." ”