227, the bizarre death of a Ghanaian bodyguard

"Oh my God, it looks horrible."

Dias, the new constable of Mexico City's SWAT Brigade, lamented loudly. He had been a patrol officer on Highway 176 for half a year before, and he had seen a lot of chaotic traffic accidents, but today's scene still made him a little unbearable, and he felt his stomach sink heavily, so he hurriedly walked to the side of the highway and vomited. There were also a lot of stains on the hot black uniform. He wiped the stain clean with a paper towel and threw it down the roadbed.

As dawn approached, the sky was gray, and the air was filled with the smell of gasoline and leaves in the mountains. A glimmer of dawn crept up from the edge of the sky, and together with the stars that had not yet set, the scene was hazy in front of them.

The black Ford Taurus was parked on the side of the road, its roof twisted to the point of not being in shape. Blood spilled all over the windshield, and a man's head plunged into the dashboard, which was struck in two by the corpse, and the impact flattened the corpse's head and completely destroyed its facial features, which stemmed from the so-called secondary collision, that is, the collision between the passengers in the car and the dashboard after the car accident.

Next to Officer Díaz's partner is Sanchez, who has been watching from the sidelines what the rookie is doing. As a special police officer, he was assigned by the captain to investigate the car accident, which should have been a suspicion of the car accident. But the captain arranged for the newcomer to follow him, and Sanchez was inevitably a little depressed, believing that Officer Dias should sit in his office and read the file, or stand at the intersection waving his baton and whistling. That kind of place is more suitable for the partner in front of you.

For Sanchez, he was transferred from the devil's capital of Juaniz to the Mexico City SWAT team, and over the years, he has seen the scene more unsightly than the traffic accident in front of him, and how to eat lunch in a pool of blood and between his limbs is the most basic condition that a SWAT team member must have.

"Dias, this time it's serious enough."

Sanchez put down his head, got up from the driver's seat, took off his latex gloves and walked over and patted his new partner on the shoulder, disgusted by the guy's pretended calm eyes, especially with the residue of vomit hanging from the corners of his mouth. "You've got to get used to it, and you're going to have a worse scene in the future, and we're going to have to open the car door and go inside to get evidence. So, your tissues can't be littered anymore. ”

"Oh my God, have you seen that man's head?" Officer Dias retched again, but when he saw the policewoman who was about to open the door of the back seat car with a blank face, he resisted the urge to run to the side of the road, "Besides, how can it be our business to collect evidence?" It should be the work of a colleague in the criminal unit. ”

Resisting the urge to knock this guy out with a punch, Sanchez made his face amiable, "Brother, fortunately there are no children in here today, there was once a scene, a car accident scene, a half-year-old baby flew out of a Chevrolet sedan at 140 kilometers per hour, flew more than ten meters before landing, and finally, rotted into a rag doll." Tell me, which is the scary? ”

"Sanchez !!" Salma, the policewoman in the car, called Sansche's name in dissatisfaction, not because she was afraid of the story, but because she was worried that the rookie next to the car would vomit again, and the sound of vomiting was also disgusting, especially in the face of a bloody corpse.

Dias's face became whiter than the dawn, he covered his mouth with his hand and coughed frantically a few times, and finally straightened up, "I'm sorry, I ......, I can't see that guy's face." Is the ambulance coming?"

"Sure in ten minutes." Samar pushed open the door from the other side of the back seat and got out of the car, his handsome features were wrinkled, and he looked at Dias with disgust and pity in his eyes, his hands on his hips, and his head swinging in the direction of the front of the car, "But he can't feel pain now, and now even if God comes, he can't save him." ”

"What kind of category is this? Fatal accidents in a single vehicle? Sanchez asked Samar as he stepped back after the policewoman got out of the car, and it wasn't a good thing that Samar was too enthusiastic about him.

Statistically speaking, single-vehicle fatal accidents are the most common type of car accident on highways.

"No way." Salma's attitude towards Sanchez and her attitude towards Dias is simply heaven and hell, and the moment she turned her head to look at Sanchez, she smiled brightly and showed a mouth full of white teeth. As if she remembered that there was a rookie team member next to her, she could restrain her smile and pretend to be more serious, "It can't be so bad to hit the guardrail, this is the effect of hitting a large trailer." The most common on this highway are large trucks, some of which have particularly low rear overhangs and sharp metal edges. Following behind the butt of this kind of car, it only needs to come to a sharp brake, and if your head does not shrink fast enough, it will definitely be in a different place. I'm willing to bet that the culprit of this crash must be such a big truck. ”

"What about the other person? And where did the truck go? Didn't the driver feel anything? Dias began to regain his self-control, pretending to be clever enough to participate in the discussions of his colleagues and ask questions that he thought were mature and professional.

Even stranger, he now felt his stomach rumbling, his stomach churning, and an extreme feeling of hunger welling up in his heart.

Salma looked at her new colleague like an idiot, and didn't speak.

Sanchez replied with some sympathy, "I can see that the driver decided to slip away, leaving a mess for us to deal with." ”

"So, do you need us to find it?" Dias asked again, he raised his hand to take off his hat, and with his thick hand he picked at the red hair on the top of his head, his eyes innocent.

"That's why the Boss sent us." Sanchez nodded, "The dispatch desk just radioed the other units. I'll tell you privately, though, I'm afraid it's hard to catch this guy. Salma, we need to confirm this guy's identity now. Look in his pocket? ”

Although the roof of the black Ford Taurus had been slammed, the driver's door opened as soon as it was opened, and Salma put on latex gloves and then scrammaged through the headless man's pocket, a standard procedure when the victim's clothes were stained with blood.

"Did you find it? Tell me the name, I'll ask the headquarters to look it up. Sanchez walked to the car door and looked down at the corpse, which was not dressed in expensive clothes, his right palm was slightly thicker than his left, and his knuckles were bulging, like a man doing rough work. However, the leather shoes under his feet were very expensive, and there was a loaded Beretta pistol at his feet, and the number was taped to the evidence tape next to it.

"The name on the driver's license is Kun Liedong, Alonso. Aguilar. Kun Lie Dong. ”

Sticking her head out of the cab, Salma raised the ID in her hand, "Live on Reform Avenue, Greglin Road." ”

Kun Liedong?

Kun Liedong!

Sanchez pondered, where had he seen this name?

"It's enough to know that." Dias nodded with relief, "Then let's stop blowing in the morning breeze, let's go back to the car and wait first." The ambulance came and towed it away, and we slowly investigated ....... ”

"Shut up!" Sanchez yelled, he finally got tired of the chatter of his new colleague, but he immediately raised his hands again to apologize to the frightened Dias, "I'm sorry, I'm thinking about things." ”

Salma on the side smiled smugly.

That's the man I Salma likes.

"There's trouble!" Sanchez finally remembered, and the stacks of files in his mind flipped through it, and he remembered why the name of this deceased man was so familiar, "This guy is Ghana's personal bodyguard!" ”

"Which Ghana?" Diaz's heart relaxed again after seeing Sanchez apologize, and when he saw Salma and Sanchez looking like great enemies, he couldn't help but ask more questions.

"And which Ghana?" Salma's eyes looked at Dias this time not like an idiot, but like looking at a corpse, "It's that big entrepreneur Ghana." ”

"Oh, what?"

"You don't have to explain it to him, he doesn't understand it." Sanchez sighed and pulled his phone out of his trouser pocket to call the captain, this time he didn't use the radio, he wanted to talk to the boss alone.

Because Ghana's revenge for the assassination** has left the whole city in shambles.

……

At the same time, Mo Lei came down the hillside of the small park.

He was covered in blood, and the back of his hands and face were covered in blood, and he looked like a terrible ghost. He walked to the playground, stepped over the railing, washed the blood from his face and hands by the small pool, took off his coat and pointed to a black cotton T-shirt, pulled the hem tucked into the waistband of his pants to block the holster around his waist, thought about it, and tied the hooded jacket around his waist with the outside side facing in.

Looking down at the brown slacks, there were blood stains on the legs and uppers, but the pants couldn't be taken off. Fortunately, you can only see spots on your trouser legs in the morning light, it doesn't matter, you can just go to a residential area to pull a set of clothes and change them, once you are still outside after dawn, the spots on your body are not good.

The cold pool water and the morning breeze calmed Mo Lei's originally fanatical consciousness, and he thanked his reason for still saving that person's life at the last moment, although I am afraid that the guy will have to live in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. After all, it's only a few minutes, and if you don't attack viciously enough, I'm afraid you won't be able to pry any usable information from the other party's mouth, and that guy is also a ruthless stubble.

But the information that came out was very shocking, although it did not involve Vaux, but it was a matter of life and death for Tina and Garner.

Kun Liedong! Diggle!

Ghana!

What kind of ** did you get involved in?

A simple ** to receive an inheritance, but it was swept into a complex vortex.

Mo Lei sighed lightly and strode towards the entrance of the park. His pace grew faster and faster, and gradually turned into a trot. Coming out of the park gate, he ran in the opposite direction from which he came.

How do I have to inform Tina? What will happen when approaching Cole?