Edmund was facing a room full of corpses and half-coagulated plasma, and there was a churning in his stomach, what was going on? His tightly knit brow had never been opened, and it was apparently made by a veteran, leaving no fingerprints at the scene, and there were no traces.

"Chief Jing!" An agent retrieved a plastic bag from Jing Cha's hand, which contained a scimitar with several gems inlaid with it. "This is the murder weapon left at the scene."

"The murder weapon?" Edmund raised an eyebrow, the first thing he got to report was a shooting, and the surrounding residents confirmed it.

"There is an inconspicuous fingerprint on this scimitar, and the investigation department has been asked to take it back for analysis, and the results are ......" Edmund stopped the agent from continuing the report, dragging him aside and questioning him in a loud voice.

"Did 'Wagangnay' make any comments about this evil incident?"

"Not yet! However, on your way here, an anonymous letter was sent from the Irito Bureau, and the attention to this incident came from several large families, and the identity of the deceased was more complicated. ”

"What anonymous letter?" The phone rang at an inopportune time, and Edmund had to stop asking and stand aside. "Yes, yes, Director, on-site investigation, well, what?" Edmund suddenly screamed, and he looked around for a moment, and walked farther away to continue answering. "Director, this matter ......"

Moro spat out a smoke ring and spoke unhurriedly for a long time. He was a drunken smoker, but also a cigar-loving man, less than fifty years old, his hair was almost bald, with a leak in the middle, and the roots of the newly grown hair on his shaved head flickered. "Edmund, this case has been transferred to other departments, you let your subordinates handle the scene and wait for the takeover department to do the handover."

"Director, this case is not an ordinary shooting, we found a knife at the scene that may be the fingerprint of the murderer, and the crime occurred in 'Wagonnai', I suspect that it is an organized assassination operation by heretics against gangsters, which belongs to the work of our crime bureau." Edmund's brow furrowed like a thousand orange peels.

"Alright, Edmund, I still have important guests here, you can go back and write a report to me." Moro put down the earpiece, he snuffed out the cigarette butt and placed it aside. The cigar was very smoking, and the back of his neck was full, and Moro liked the smug taste and the rich tobacco aroma, and the slight dizziness did not add to his burden, but on the contrary, it made his head clearer.

"Sir, are you satisfied with what I do?" Moro only looked at the man in front of him after a while.

"Director Morro, thank you for cooperating with our white spoon work so much!" The man sitting opposite Moro pulled down the black sè's top hat with his left hand, and there was a trace of evil in his gestures, for Moro who had come from Jing for decades, his intuition has always been very accurate, and this entry has an instantaneous explosive power that can kill invisibly.

"It's a great honor to work for your boss." Anyone can talk politely, and Morro, who walks between the upper leaders and the family, is even more comfortable in this regard.

"This is a thank you gift that my boss wants me to convey to you." The man in black pulled out a check, filled it in, and pushed it down. "Director Moro must be working very hard everywhere, and I hope the director will not shirk it."

Looking at the zeros on the check, Moro couldn't help but smile and coughed lightly. "Then thank you for me, boss, Moro will run for him at any time and have a relationship with the upper and lower levels, please rest assured of this."

"That's the best, it's just a deposit, and it's going to be paid to your Swiss private home for twice the best amount afterwards." No matter how much he concealed it, he couldn't hide his refusal of money, Moro's eyes were flowing with golden light, and the corners of his mouth were naturally grinning at the back of his head, twice the amount, he couldn't get this money as a director for a lifetime. "But ......"

"What else does Sir, need Moro to serve?"

"It's not for me, it's for my boss."

"Yes!"

"Regarding this case, I think Director Moro should know how to deal with it. But I have other thoughts now, since Chief Edmund is so nervous about this case, in order to avoid the director's embarrassment, you still hand over the case to him, but I hope to go according to my intentions, understand? The man in black leaned forward, his hands slightly spread, and a few black feathers fluttered out and landed on Moro's neat table.

"Although Edmund is a person who has no ability to enter and is afraid of things, he is a rather stubborn entry, and I am afraid that if you hand over the case to him, it will be messed up." Morro's fingers clasped on the table, and the check was now a few feet away.

"This director is naturally rest assured, as long as you point the direction to Xiao Rin, we will naturally arrange the follow-up work for you." The wicked man chuckled, his blood-red lips curled to one side, but Moro didn't think he was really laughing. "Hasn't the Director always wanted to get rid of those who disobeyed? If you handle this matter well, you may be able to fulfill your wishes, which will be more helpful for your promotion in the future, Palermo needs a stable and harmonious society, o no, the whole of Sicily needs a good mayor like the director who worries about the people. ”

Moro laughed. "During this time, there were many shootings in Palermo and many murders were implicated, and a lot of evidence confirmed that the entry in the clues provided by Mr. appeared at the scene of the crime.

"Hehe, Director Moro, the gangsters have the rules of the gangsters, you don't need to worry about it, since the elimination of the last century, the current gangsters are far less than the prosperous period of the year, we have a saying in China, one thing goes smoothly, all the roots can be pulled out, and it will naturally come naturally."

"Hahaha, I'm a Chinese fan, so I naturally understand what Mr. means. I just don't know when the boss will arrive, so that I can do my landlord's will. ”

"It should be soon." The man in black made a gratling sound on the floor with his metal-clasped boots. "Happy working together!"

His cold hands hit Moro's heart, he couldn't help but hiss, and an embarrassed smile froze on his face after sending him away, he regretted it for a moment, but he was glad that he had met him.

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