Early the next morning, countless reporters rushed to the Fifth District, because just last night, while they were filming those guests for the charity gala, a targeted mass assassination broke out in the Fifth District. Based on the results of the investigation of the 5th District Bureau, it was concluded that it was supposed to be an inter-gang assassination. This was probably led to a purge by two gangs to compete for the narcotics market.

Such a thing is not a trivial matter, but it is unrealistic to say that it is a big thing, it is just a vendetta between a group of gangs, and it is not even on the first page of the news page. People who may have been suspicious of this were relieved to see the information about the deceased, who were either criminals who had just been released from prison or gang members with criminal records, and the only one with a relatively clean identity, Mickey, was also found to have been involved in many criminal activities when he was young.

Coupled with some anesthetics left at the scene, the sub-bureau reasonably defined the vendetta.

But some people don't think so, such as those who were still discussing with the deceased the night before and asking for a demonstration outside Mr. 350,000's estate the next day. They knew something was wrong, but no one dared to say anything, and the shadow of death hung over their heads. They are afraid that after they tell the truth, they will spread it, and they will become the next group of people to be "purged".

Although they could not say it, they knew one thing, that is, Mr. 350,000 was not as harmless as he appeared.

At this time, listening to the people who had just come in the detention center talking about this new thing and guessing who did it, the gray dog trembled, he pounced on the police officer who was locking the door, and the frightened other party directly took out a pistol and aimed it at the gray dog.

"I'm going to turn myself in, I still have something to turn myself in, I'm going to turn myself in!", his anxious tears were about to come out, he didn't care about the contemptuous eyes of those new guys, he really couldn't stay outside! Mickey's death was a good proof of this, the risk was too great outside. In case the other party thinks he knows something, or will reveal something to kill him, he really has no way to live.

At this time, the only way is not to get out, the detention room can't keep him for too long, but the prison can! He wasn't sure how many years he would have to hide before Mr. 350,000 could forget about him as a little person, but he definitely couldn't get out in the short term.

Soon Greyhound was taken away for arraignment, he turned himself in several cases, and his behavior and mentality also baffled the officers. These people often grit their teeth and say that they are innocent, how come they come to this guy and think that they have not explained enough? But no matter what, being able to solve the case is a "performance" for the police officers, and some people give them bonuses and credits in vain, and they have no need to push them out.

There is also a very interesting episode here, the judge is willing to give him a lighter sentence considering that the greyhound voluntarily surrendered and actively confessed some of the facts of his crime, but the guy not only spat on the judge in a hurry, but also took off his underwear and threw it at the judge. The original two-year sentence was directly increased to five years. What's even more interesting is that this guy not only didn't get frustrated after getting this result, but laughed as if he had won the prize.......

On such a day, a heavy rain suddenly swept across Illian. While people were sheltering from the rain in the bar next to the street, they unexpectedly spotted a hearse starting from Dawn Park and slowly moving down Dawn Avenue towards the beach port. Behind this hearse in the torrential rain, there are more than 20 luxury cars of various colors, and the place where the luxurious convoy passes is silent. Someone recognized the young man in the picture frame on the hearse and couldn't help but gasp.

Not many people know about Little Fleur's accident, and although Old Flears did not deliberately suppress the news at that time, the news is still only circulating among a few people. It wasn't until today that the guests in the bar on Dawn Avenue knew that little Flair had not changed his mind, but had passed away. There was a faint sadness on some people's faces, and although little Fles was a bastard, he hadn't done much to hurt the heavens and the sky.

Even many people like him very much, he is a very optimistic guy, and he has an indifferent attitude towards money, which makes him have many good friends.

The solemn and heavy convoy slowly came to the port in the torrential rain, and little Fleur once said that if he was to leave this world one day, please do not burn him or bury him. Let him sink to the bottom of the sea with his coffin, where he will fall into an eternal slumber. Old Fleur followed his old will to send his beloved son to where he wanted to go.

The other day, when the people who stayed at the hospital ran back to the villa to tell him that little Flair had died of respiratory failure, his whole world collapsed. Old Forles, who had always been in good health, even fell directly to the ground, he couldn't believe that his son had left him, he clearly remembered that the doctor said that he had been rescued.

Sitting in the car with his son's picture frame, old Fleur did not cry to death like his wife. He twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the butler in the co-pilot, "Have you found the truck and the driver?"

The butler didn't know how to answer the question, in fact, during this time, he had mobilized all the forces at his disposal to search the truck all over the city, even the sixth and seventh districts. But so far, there is no clue, the truck seems to have fallen from the sky specifically to hit little Flax, and after the collision is back to the sky.

The butler's silence made old Flears realize that the things he had explained had not been done well until now, and he gritted his teeth and asked: "Do you think that I have no successor, so even my words can be perfunctory?", the butler quickly shook his head, so he couldn't bear it, "Since it's not why there is no news at all until now? If anyone can help us find that truck and the driver at the time, I'll give him a million!"

One million, an astronomical amount, even the butler himself has a moment of excitement. No one felt inappropriate in such a disorderly move, as old Fleur said, he had no heirs, and he could not have another son at this age. Even if he had such ambitions, his little brother would not allow him to do so. The money in his hand, those houses, and those plots of land will become ownerless, so he doesn't care if the price he offers is too high, he only cares if he can catch the murderer.

As if thinking of something, old Flauce suddenly asked, "I remember before he had an accident, he once bumped into a girl, didn't he?"

The butler immediately replied, "Yes sir, the young master drank a little wine when he came back from outside, and was stopped by a girl, who was already dead. His family wanted 5,000 yuan in compensation, but the young master only promised them 2,000 yuan, and the money is still with the young master. ”

Old Fleur fell silent, and seeing that the docks were near, he laughed, and his laughter was full of sadness and anger, "Go and check the couple, and find out who they are, and I want to know if they caused this car accident and caused my son to leave me." If yes, bring them, if not, bring them too, they should be with my son instead of continuing to live in this world!"

Old Flears, who had gone through the grief of losing a child, was already a little crazy, and whoever looked to him looked like suspects, especially the couple. It is unforgivable to murder his children for thousands of dollars! They must die, whether they are or not, and now they have a reason.

The butler didn't say anything, he could understand the change in old Fleur's mentality, such a tragedy had happened to him, and he naturally needed to vent it through some means. If you want to blame, blame the daughter of the couple, if it weren't for this, maybe everything would be different. At least little Flax won't change to a new car, let alone go for a ride elsewhere, and naturally he won't be in this car accident.

In this way, they deserve what they are about to face.

In the evening, the day's torrential rain finally stopped, and the whole city was completely renewed after being washed by the rain. Totti, who was already a little sleepy at home, set the alarm, took off his clothes and lay down on the bed. He's been tired lately, but he feels meaningful, and he's full of energy. In a daze, he suddenly heard a knock on the door.

It was already nine o'clock by this time, and most people had already entered into their dreams, and he put on a garment and walked to the window with a stick in his hand to look out. The darkness of the night obscured his vision, and he leaned over to the door and asked, "Who is it?" ”

He was answered by a very young and childish voice, "Grandpa Totti, my parents have been taken away!"

Totti recognized the voice, and he immediately opened the door, looking at a skinny guy outside the door with tears on his face, looking at him helplessly and desperately, "Please save them, they have been captured!"

Old Totti's heart suddenly exploded, and the drowsiness disappeared without a trace, he immediately took the child's hand and ran towards the first area, and asked as he ran, "Do you know who captured them?"

The child's crying paused, and he quickly sobbed and said, "Yes, yes, they said that my parents killed their young master!"