Martin had galloped along the boulevard when he saw a horse tethered to a tree in the agreed place. Martin ran over, untied the reins and flew on his horse, and according to the predetermined route, he urged the horse to gallop towards the north. At this time, the policemen who maintained order did not react.

Martin rode out of the school yard quickly, and one or two policemen, who didn't know what was happening, blew their whistles at him, signaling that he had violated the ordinance by galloping like this, and asked him to stop and accept a fine. Martin, of course, ignored him and just ran away. The policeman didn't have any horses, so he couldn't catch up, so he could only scold him in the back, saying that next time he let him catch it, he must give him a good look.

Of course, it won't be long before he will know what happened at Harvard, and he will naturally know that the murderer who has escaped now is under his nose. By then, however, Martin felt that he had fled far away, out of reach of the Massachusetts police.

Freed from the entanglement of the police, Martin moved on. He knew that he was running wildly, and the signs were very obvious, as long as anyone who knew about the Harvard assassination could judge that he was the murderer, and the only way he could escape was to run as fast as possible. Get out of Boston's pursuit before the police system reacts.

The horse that Pierdoul had prepared for Martin was quite good, and it ran like a gust of wind. In a moment, Martin opened the city and continued to gallop northward, towards the promised woods.

After a while, the horse's speed began to drop noticeably. After all, Pierdour had a good horse for Martin, but not a nuclear-powered Mongolian warhorse. Speeding all the way is also very physically demanding. Even a good horse can get tired.

But the promised woods were very close. In the distance, you can already see the woods, and the loggers' huts at the edge of the woods.

The lumberjacks there have already lost their lives in a brown bear attack - after all, not every lumberjack can be slapped by a bear like Brother Qiang, and still get up and continue to talk and laugh with the two brothers. Because of this attack, the timber company gave up the plan to cut trees in this forest, anyway, there are many big trees in North America at this time, and there is no need to fight with Xiong Daxiong II for a few trees. Therefore, this small wooden house was abandoned, and it became a frequent place for people who came to hunt after hearing the news.

It's just that the hunters haven't found Xiong Daxiong Er, so now, there are a lot fewer hunters who even come here. But this small cabin here is still not abandoned, and many times, some illegal transactions will be carried out here.

Martin looked back at the back, but no smoke was rising behind him. The weather is dry during this time, and the roads are all dirt roads, and if there are pursuers galloping on horseback, you can see the dust raised by the horses from a long distance. So to be sure, there were no police chasing after them. It's also normal that the police in Massachusetts aren't as efficient as they are.

So he slowed down, urged his horses, and trotted slowly toward the cabin. For horses, it is also necessary to relax after strenuous exercise.

Martin was just over twenty meters from the chalet. He had seen three horses tethered to the hut, and that Mr. Pierdour was standing beside the horse and smiling at him, and that there were two other people besides Pierdouer. Martin knew that it was the man who was going to take him east and get on the ship.

"Mr. Pidur!" Martin jumped off his horse and led the horse over.

"Martin, is everything going well?" Pier also asked.

"Good, very smooth!" Martin walked forward with a smile on his face and spread his hands to give Pierdour a hug.

At this point, Pierdour took a step to the side, and the hand of the man standing beside him who had been hiding behind his back was revealed—that hand held a revolver. At the same time, another man on the other side pulled out a revolver and shot Martin.

Before Martin could react, the man fired. The distance between the two sides was no more than five meters, and when he was caught off guard, Martin was immediately knocked to the ground by six bullets. Until he died, his eyes were wide open, and he didn't seem to believe that such a thing would happen.

The two snatchers used all the bullets in the revolver, then pulled out another revolver and aimed it at Martin, who had fallen to the ground. Then he slowly walked up and observed. Pier also walked over, took a look, and said, "It's dead." Alright, the rest is up to you. ”

The spearman in the lead nodded, then flicked Martin's body with his foot. It was verified that Martin was indeed dead. A full twelve bullets hit, and it was really not easy to not die. Then the two gunmen turned and went into the lumberjack's hut, and after a while they both changed into tax cop outfits and walked out.

So a very logical story is completed: the cabin is a place where a lot of smugglers trade, so as a law enforcement officer of the tax department, it is normal to come here to patrol, and then the two of them have an encounter with the murder fugitive Martin here.

Law enforcement officers did not know that Martin was a fugitive from murder, but only interrogated him as a possible smuggling suspect. However, Martin, who was a thief, took out the snatch and prepared to resist. As a result, he was shot and killed by two people.

Martin was killed, and all kinds of clues were naturally broken. But it's easy to be sure he's a Southerner. Therefore, it is still possible to criticize the barbaric and uncivilized people of the southerners, and it can even be added that the southerners are not only barbaric and uncivilized, but also cowardly and incompetent, and will only do it secretly, and the front is just a dead end. And this one, it is estimated that it can stimulate southerners even more.

On the other hand, the two tax policemen who killed Martin were, needless to say, naturally from the Ministry of Truth. By virtue of this great merit, needless to say, they will certainly be able to rise through the ranks, and their higher position in the almost most important institution of violence in the United States is of course a very good thing for the Ministry of Truth, and for France.

Pier, of course, left immediately. Of the two tax cops, one was older and stayed behind to guard the scene, while the younger one rode back to Boston to report the crime.

The young tax cop rode halfway down the road when he was met by the Boston Mounties. The mounted police stopped him.

"Brother, do you see a young man riding a horse to the north?"

"Ah, no, I came from that side and didn't see anything along the way." The young tax officer replied, then asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"Somebody shot and killed someone in Harvard, and witnesses reported that he ran this way, didn't you meet him?" A mounted officer asked again.

"Nope." The young tax policeman said without changing his face, "But there is a fork in the road to the west a little further ahead, and if he is really coming this way, then he must have gone west at that fork." ”

"Thank you for the reminder." The mounted police believed it and thanked him.

The two groups separated, and the mounted police continued to pursue the criminal, who had entered a country that they could not enter for the time being; As for the young tax police, hurry back to the tax office to ensure that no police will come to fight with him.

Rushing back to the tax office, the young tax policeman hurried to the director's office.

"Director Dulles, I have something important to report to you." The young tax cop entered Chief Dulles' office and addressed him.

"Ah, it's Pope, what's the matter?" Director Dulles asked.

Pope reported the matter to Director Dulles as they had prepared, and then added, "On the way back, I met a troop of mounted policemen who said they were chasing a murderer at Harvard—I think the guy we killed must be the murderer." I let them catch up the other way - I don't want them to take credit for us, Director, you know, these guys really did this. ”

Director Dulles nodded: "Pope, you're right, those guys will definitely steal our credit as long as they have the opportunity." You're doing a great job! We're going to the scene right away, we're going to take our credit back, and we can't let the guys from the police department snatch it away! ”

So Director Dulles immediately took action, and he mobilized all the people who could be mobilized, and rushed to the scene together to protect his credit.

Of course, in order to protect his own credit, in order for this credit to have a sufficient effect, Director Dulles put a gag order on everyone who participated in the operation.

At Harvard University, the most famous university in the United States, in front of international friends, such a thing happened, and Massachusetts was about to lose its face. As for Boston, Mayor Landau was so angry that he dropped his glasses when he learned of this.

He angrily scolded the police chief Hughes, who had come to inform him of the incident: "One man, in the most prosperous part of the city, in front of hundreds of people, kills another person, and then he can still escape, he can still escape!" I told you a long time ago, pay attention to security work, pay attention to security work, don't make a mess, don't make a mess! What about the results? What about you! You take everything I say to you as the wind in your ears, and you think that I just have nothing to do and is alarmist! I told you last month, last week, which Southerners to pay attention to, which Southerners to pay attention to, but ...... What a mad couple! You say, "Now, what else do you have to say?" ”

"Mayor, we, we'll catch the murderer." Director Hughes replied uncomfortably.

"Catch him? How long will it take? Now it's been two days, and I promise the society that the case will be solved in three days, and it will be three days soon, and it will be dawn in a few hours, do you have any eyebrows now? Have it? ”

"We need more time...... "Director Theseus replied.

Mayor Landau was so angry that he almost smashed his teacup in the face of Director Hughes, and he endured and endured, but he couldn't hold back, so he took off his glasses with a trembling hand and slammed them on the floor—the carpet was laid anyway, and it wouldn't break—and was about to continue to get angry, when the secretary came in and said, "Mr. Mayor, Director Dulles is here, and he says he has an update on the case." ”

"Quick, let him in!" Landau said, and at the same time quickly bent down to pick up the glasses on the ground, and put them on his nose.

"Mr. Mayor, I have the latest news." Director Dulles said.

"Say it quickly."

"Two days ago, two of our team members, when they were interrogating a suspicious and suspected smuggler, the guy suddenly pulled out his gun and shot at our team members. Our team immediately returned fire and killed the guy, who reported the incident as armed smuggling, and we didn't have time to do more to check the matter because of the urgency. But when we checked this matter today, we found that the suspected smuggler who was killed by our police officers was probably the murderer who committed the crime at Harvard University. ”

"What?" Mayor Landau was taken aback, and the glasses that had just been placed on the bridge of his nose fell off again.

"Yes, Mr. Mayor, we now have every reason to suspect that this man is the murderer." "His body is still there, and it bears a very similar shape to the one on the wanted notice," Dulles replied. I know that the killer was found to be near the house of the victim, Professor Fafnier, and that the killer was found on the Harvard campus with a cello case in his arms. The portraits on our wanted warrants are based on the descriptions of these people.

We found these witnesses, and they all determined that the guy we killed was the murderer, and in fact, on the very day of the crime, he was questioned by our men and shot dead because of his suspicious behavior. ”

"Is this true?" Mayor Landau was still a little unconvinced.

"Mayor, I have brought the two good lads with whom he was fighting, as well as several eyewitnesses. You can ask them personally! Director Dulles replied confidently.

Hearing him say this affirmation, Mayor Landau basically believed it. However, he still called in two "good boys" and a few eyewitnesses and asked them carefully.

"Now we can be sure that the bastard who was shot to death by our stick boy is the damned murderer!" Mayor Landau said, "Very well, you two boys are very nice. You just said that you stopped him because you were lucky, but this is not true. You can stop him, you can find out that something is wrong with him, it is because you are loyal to your cause and have a sense of ambition. It is precisely because of his ambition that he will notice that something is wrong with this guy and will interrogate him. That's what happened later. That guy is a well-trained killer, but the fact that you can shoot him even when he pulls out his gun first shows how serious you are in training. It's not like some guys, as police officers, who have been in close contact with the killer next to the victim's home, but they are not alert and don't see the problem at all, which is really ...... Director Xius, you and your subordinates must reflect hard and learn from the tax department! ”

After saying this, Mayor Landau stretched out his hand and patted the shoulders of the two "good boys", and said with great satisfaction: "The young man is good! Very nice and very energetic! It's worth cultivating! Hahahaha......"