Chapter XII: The Marine Corps

"Coach?" Sean and Merkel looked at each other and said, "What's his name?".

"Phillips #Willis!" Hawking said, "What's the matter? What the hell did he do with my gun?". He spoke with some excitement.

Sean looked at Hawking, scanned the polygraph again, and said, "You'll know, now sue us, where does this Phillips live?".

"I don't know!" Hawking said with a frown, "I don't know him very well, in fact I only know his name, in a chat, I learned that he used to be a soldier." Although most of the coaches there seem to have been soldiers, only Phillips echoed the fact that they were a little over 170 years old. ”。

"Alright!" said Sean, "have you been to the club in this month......?

"I've been there once since I lost my gun. Hawking said: "There are guns there, but I'm more used to using mine! Of course, he's still there." But that was half a month ago. ”

"Well, thank you, Stephen Hawking. Sean said, "Please leave your phone number with my colleague." We'll be looking for you again if there's something!".

With that, Sean began to use the field observation technique to detect the room with his hands behind his back, while Merkel asked for Hawking's contact information.

There are really no clues, after reading the situation in the living room, Sean and Merkel said goodbye to Hawking.

"Is that Phillips the murderer, don't skip words. After returning to the car, Merkel asked.

"It's just possible!" Sean said, setting the car on fire, "So we're going to the club, do you have an address?"

"Yes!" Merkel put a palm-sized piece of paper in front of the windshield and said, "Hawking's mobile phone number, landline number, and club address and phone number are all on it." ”。

"Great!" Sean said, glancing at the piece of paper.

"Shall we go now?" Merkel asked.

With a tap of the accelerator, the Chariot of Fire drove down the street, and Sean said, "We can go get something to eat first, I'm in for a treat!"

"I want another cup of coffee!" Ms. Merkel said.

"Of course!" said Sean......

"Is there an address, don't skip words...... Macaulay was sitting in the car and was making a phone call: "Well, Barton Street, Block B, 5th Floor." It's called Hawking. Okay, you go to the medical examiner and take a look, if you have any other clues, feel free to report to me!".

"You heard me! Let's go to Barton Street. Macaulay, who put down the phone, said to his partner next to him: "The identity of the deceased has not been ascertained, don't you skip words......

As his partner drove forward, he replied, "Johnny went to the data room to check, but he hasn't found anything yet!"

Macaulay also knew that it would take time to compare fingerprints with photographs, so he was only now focusing on the line of firearms.

Twenty minutes later, when Macaulay and the others knocked on the door of Hawking's house and showed their IDs, Hawking complained: "Your colleague just finished asking an hour ago, why did ......he come again?

Elite Shooting Club, just off the road in the southern suburbs of Sacramento.

It's a tall one-story building that looks a bit retro, with a huge gun-shaped neon sign on it that looks very eye-catching. Underneath it reads "Elite Shooting Club".

The whole building is a red brick structure, covering an area of nearly 10,000 square meters, with both field and indoor shooting ranges. The membership system is adopted here, and even some of the city's celebrities and wealthy people have tried to shoot here.

The club is owned by an affiliate of Sacramento-based real estate mogul Jonah #Kinson.

However, he is the kind of person who "thieves have money!", and I heard that the club was established because his youngest son loves to fight with "electric dogs". And want to form a clan. So Jonah #Kinson asked his secretary to write a check, bought a piece of land here, and told his son, "Electric dogs are just a child's game, my son can play real guys if he wants to!", and the "Elite Shooting Club" was formed. And hired a lot of veterans who had paid for the military to be instructors here.

Phillips # Willis is one of the coaches, after he retired from the Marine Corps, he was directly hired by the club's owner Kinson Jr. with a high salary of $4,000 a month.

At the beginning, Phillips just worked diligently, you know, a veteran's job is not easy to find, let alone such a high-paying job, and what he wants to do is just use work to forget about his previous unhappiness.

Little Jinson slowly discovered that this Harrison was indeed very powerful, so he asked him to teach him various combat skills, and sure enough, the team he established has improved by leaps and bounds, and now it is a well-known team in the electric dog circle in California. However, after that, he listened to his father's teachings, quit the electric dog circle, played with real guns, and participated in shooting competitions.

What Little Jinsen didn't expect was that he won a statewide fifth place in the CQB competition for the first time, which made him very happy, so Phillips's salary was directly raised to $6,000 a month.

If life had gone on like this, Phillips would probably have married and had children like most people, and lived a peaceful life. But when he went to the supermarket to buy groceries, he met a person.

"This reconnaissance mission is up to you, and I know it's a bit reluctant to ask you to go, but it's a damn order!" Harrison remembered what the Colonel had said on his last mission.

In a small village, a reconnaissance force of nine, was ambushed, and Phillips was sure that it was a trap. If no one informs him, the tacit understanding between himself and his teammates, as well as his combat ability, will never be caught off guard.

Seven of Phillips' teammates were killed instantly, while another mysteriously disappeared, knowing he wasn't the whistleblower. After escaping, he chose to retire. He didn't want to care about it anymore and wanted to let go of this qiē because he still had a life of his own.

But when he saw that person in the supermarket, he realized that he was wrong, because he couldn't let go of this painful experience......

Across the road from the Elite Club is a small supermarket, and next door to the supermarket is a small restaurant, where people from nearby farms and small towns sometimes come for a meal. However, it is mainly across the road that provides three meals a day to the staff of the shooting club, so that the restaurant can be maintained.

At this time, a police Ford car full of bullet holes stopped in front of the restaurant.

Note: "Brothers, recommend, collect, and work great!!"

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