"Neeson, tell me what you have!" The old vampire nodded at Jon after sitting down in the main seat, then turned to a handsome man sitting across from him.

And after Mo Feng politely declined the old vampire's invitation to let him sit on the main seat, he made a corner and sat down alone.

"Okay boss." The young man, who looked like Brad Pitt, replied with a light smile.

This handsome young man is called Rowan. Neeson, an Englishman, was a connoisseur, collector, and thief, including flower pickers, and was particularly skilled in the identification of celebrity calligraphy and paintings and oriental porcelain.

In fact, as 6 and the CIA once competed for the snatch, Neeson is an out-and-out intelligence genius, what he is best at is to find what he needs from a bunch of seemingly useless things for normal people, and now he is the intelligence director of the Reaper Mercenary Group.

Nissen's intelligence team got Joseph yesterday afternoon. After Aaron asked him to fully investigate the news of the murder of Smith, the owner of the bar in San Langgo, he immediately began to put his intelligence network into full operation.

Yesterday, when he received the order to assemble from the vampire, Neeson was holding a big party at his estate in London's West End, and the father of one of the guests had a good personal relationship with the head of the American district of 6, which is why Neeson held this party.

"When Smith was killed, it should have been around midnight the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday there was a blizzard in San Langgo that had not been seen in decades, and the murderer took advantage of this opportunity to attack Smith."

Speaking of this, Neeson paused, took out a few enlarged photos from the briefcase beside him and sent them to everyone, the content of the photos Mo Feng had seen in the morning, it was the scene of Smith's tragic death.

Smith's death was discovered by a drunkard near the bar, who braved the snow to buy alcohol at Smith's bar around 2 a.m. and called the police.

When our members arrived, the police had already cordoned off the scene, and it was impossible to investigate the scene, but after careful observation and analysis. As of noon today, we've deduced something interesting from this photo and the bits and pieces of information we've gathered. Like, How did Smith die? And most importantly, who is the murderer? ”

Neeson looked around at the few people who were listening attentively, and his face was inscrutable.

As soon as Neeson finished speaking, the new human sitting opposite Mo Feng with red hair and at least ten silver rings on his nose and ears suddenly jumped up from the sofa, dancing with an exaggerated expression and shouting, "Oh my God, my God." Neeson, you definitely have the potential to be a god. If I can see how this guy died, the funny thing is that I can find the murderer of Smith based on this photo, and I really can't see anything in this photo except a body with no limbs and a few piles of minced meat. Oh my God, how is this possible? Do you think you're Sherlock Holmes? You must be bragging, I'm betting a million dollars, guys. Do you dare to bet? ”

"Hey, I said guys, do you really believe Neeson's words, you can find the killer with just one photo, even if Holmes crawls out of the grave. Oh my God, you must have a virus in your brains, my dear boss. If you are as wise as you, do you believe it? Oh my God, this world is crazy! Seeing that everyone was looking at them like fools, the new human couldn't help but wail again.

"Mentally retarded!"

A small black and fat man sitting next to Mo Feng muttered disdainfully at the new new human, and then directly gave the new new human a middle finger.

"Robben. Sit down and listen to Neeson. Jon glared at the new human who was about to pounce on the little man, and stopped him.

The new human is called Carl. Robben, 26, is the fourth-largest computer hacker in the online world, responsible for intelligence gathering, sabotage, and attacks on the Internet. In addition, he is also a counterfeit certificate dealer, from ID cards to credit cards, there is nothing he dare not make. All of the forged documents of the members of the Reaper Mercenary Regiment were made by him.

Robben's hobby is gambling in addition to computers, and has been in various casinos in Las Vegas for a long time, and was arrested in the casino three years ago, and was about to be killed in the alley when he was rescued by the Reaper mercenary group at that time and pulled him into the gang.

Robben was glared at by Jon, and suddenly came to his senses, and gave the little man a vicious look, and then sat down unwillingly.

After Robben had settled, Neeson took a sip of the soda on the coffee table in front of him and continued to analyze.

"First, Smith did not die at the hands of a murderer, but should have committed suicide by biting poison. As you can see, the blood on Smith's lips is purple-black and his cheeks are cherry red, which is typical of ****** poisoning, and the San Franco police also concluded that.

Second, our intelligence officers received information from the San Franco police that a Beretta pistol and a half-amputated palm were found at the scene in a firing condition, as well as a 0.5-inch bullet most commonly used by the sand hawk.

We can conclude that the pistol belonged to Smith, but he didn't have a chance to shoot. Guys, may I introduce this Mr. Smith, according to intelligence, he served in the Special Forces, yes, that's right, the SEAL Special Forces, and Smith is a fast gunner, what does that mean? This is enough to show that the opponent's speed of shooting is not only faster than Smith's, but also much faster, just one shot broke Smith's palm. ”

At this, a thick anger suddenly rose from Neeson's face, which actually made his originally handsome face distort a little.

"The most hateful thing is that this man, because he did not get useful information from Smith, vented his anger at Smith's corpse and chopped Smith's limbs with a sharp blade."

The extremely heinous act of deliberately destroying the corpse of an enemy after death cannot be tolerated not only in China, but even anywhere in the world.

"How can you be sure that Smith cut it after his death? Why can't it be before death? Robben, who still didn't give up, thought he had caught a loophole in Neeson's reasoning, and jumped up again and asked impatiently and loudly.

"I really doubt how a brain like yours can become a hacker, the wounds of the dead and the living who have been cut by a sharp blade can be seen by anyone with a little common sense, Lieutenant Colonel, I strongly recommend that this bastard enter your Reaper Special Combat Team for training."

Neeson first glanced at Robben with an imbecile gaze, and then turned to a stout man who had been silent and grim-looking to his left and said angrily.

"As you wish, Mr. Neeson."

The stout man nodded at Neeson, coldly squeezed out a few words from his mouth, and then cast a cold gaze on Robben, whose expression suddenly stiffened, and a cruel smile slowly bloomed on his lips.

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