"Shit, there's nothing, these bastards are all running away, and it's all burning out here like there's an accidental fire."

Tom examined the entire area and found no valuable clues, all burned out, just like the previous times, without a clue.

"Tom, at least we know who our opponent is."

John reached out to Tom, and there was a special bullet casing between his fingers.

"Titanium alloy shells, depleted uranium shells, is it a ranger? Don't be funny, there's no Ranger at all. Tom also recognized the particularly "personal" bullet, and knew what it represented, but he didn't believe it, thinking that this was the story.

This kind of bullet, everyone in the San Francisco circle knows, the police and killers have spread his legend, Tom has always thought that this is fake and exaggerated, there are no rangers in the world, it is a star made by the killer world.

John disagrees with Tom, who believes that the Ranger is real, and that this killer, who has been in the limelight in recent years, is a very dangerous existence.

Didn't find it, Tom kicked the things on the ground in frustration, John couldn't call the team leader to report the situation here, didn't catch the gang members of the deal, and acted privately regardless of the order, some of the inspections were written.

Tom and John, who were harshly reprimanded by the team leader on the phone, drove away and passed by the police car that had been called the police car for a long time.

If there are no clues, let's leave it to the San Francisco Police Department to investigate slowly.

The next day, at the Zero Bar, the San Francisco Police Department detectives who received the alarm had just arrived at the scene, and before they could carefully investigate the scene, Tom and John arrived on their front and back feet.

"Anyone else, please go out."

As soon as John came in, he was the first to take the lead, and he was aggressive about the case.

"Who are you, this is a San Francisco Police Department case."

"FBI Agent Tom, this is Agent John, we are all from the Asian Gangster Task Force, and now we will take over the scene, please go out if you have nothing to do, please cooperate with us."

Tom directly took out his ID and left the two San Francisco police detectives speechless.

"Who told you to come?"

"You can go to the mayor or the president and ask them to explain it to you."

John's expressionless answer put pressure on Gleason and Einstein, two veteran detectives with years of experience.

Asking mayors and presidents such stupid questions? It's better to report your resignation as soon as possible.

"Hmm, this scene is really strange, does the murderer have obsessive-compulsive disorder?"

"Why do you say that, do you have to jump to conclusions when you just arrived at the scene?"

"All seven deceased were shot in the center of the eyebrows and the heart, of which the first shot was shot in the heart, and the murderer made up for it immediately after the first shot, and the rest of the people at the scene did not have time to react.

It's hard to believe that the murderer seems to have fired fourteen shots in a few seconds, one in the eyebrows and one in the chest, each shot hit the target, the murderer's marksmanship is too powerful. ”

"Not necessarily, there may be more than one murderer, and the deceased is not standing in a row waiting for the murderer to be killed one by one."

"But they didn't even have a chance to fight back, you see they all took out their guns, but none of them had time to fire."

John seemed to have thought of something, and hurriedly asked the forensic personnel who were still collecting evidence on the side: "Have you found the bullet casings used by the murderer?" Take it out and I'll see it. ”

"Yes, fourteen shells are here, here you go."

An forensic officer handed John an evidence bag containing bullet casings that had fallen to the ground.

"Hey, it's not a titanium alloy bullet case, it's an ordinary 0.45 pistol bullet, M1911, the murderer may be an old antique."

John breathed a sigh of relief when he learned that the killer was not a ranger, and he was reluctant to be an enemy of this legendary killer who is said to have killed five CIA agents.

Tom regretted that in his opinion, the previous rumors about the Ranger were all fake, and he became famous by hype, and if he wanted to be convinced, he would not have to go head-to-head with the Ranger.

"Officer Crawford, here's the discovery."

A black police officer spoke suddenly.

"What did you find?"

The black police officer used tweezers to clip out a piece of letter paper from under a fat man with a bare upper body and tattoos covering more than 200 pounds.

"What's written on it?"

Tom saw that there seemed to be words on the paper and snatched it at once, and John followed behind to see if there were any clues left on the paper, such as who the murderer was written in blood.

John also came over to look at it, and found that except for a capital letter "V" in the lower left corner and a few Arabic numerals, the others were square words he didn't recognize, and John, who had been with Tom for a long time, knew that this was Chinese characters, but he could understand some simple Chinese but couldn't write or know Chinese characters at all.

"Tom, what did this V-named write about?"

Although John didn't know what was written on the paper, he knew that the "V" was the signature of the person who wrote it, that is, the murderer himself.

Tom could naturally understand what was written on it, but he didn't expect this person to be so bold: "This is a notice, on which the prisoner and the charges are written, as well as the date of execution. ”

"What do you mean?"

"This piece of paper should be looked from right to left, from top to bottom, and after reading one column, then look at the next column." Tom is not here to popularize the habit of writing Chinese characters, but he will go straight to the topic with a brief introduction of the differences, "Notice: Prisoner Japanese Gangster, Crime: Organizing and Participating in Underworld Behavior, Trafficking in Drugs/Drugs, Date of Execution: March 28, 2006, Executor: V"

Tom read out the contents of the notice word for word.

"What arrogance, who does he think he is? If there is a crime, there will naturally be legal punishment, and he will be judged privately?"

"Go and get the surveillance video tape of the bar last night, the murderer came in from the outside, according to several Japanese gangsters who watched the door, the zero bar was open as usual last night, and no gang members directly brought people to break in from the outside."

……

Tom had to work and Dale had to stay home with the kids, so Liszt had to play alone in San Francisco.

Liszt is not interesting alone, what can he do, he wanders around the city during the day to collect information about the territory and branches of various gangs.

If you ask Tom for this kind of thing, it will eventually arouse unnecessary suspicion, so it is better to investigate it yourself from the beginning.

Because of the abundant time, Liszt can calmly act like a normal tourist, and record some interesting attractions in a notebook, and no one finds anything unusual in them.

After the mysterious "V" smashed a Japanese yakuza bar that night, the Japanese yakuza members really kept a low profile.

One person fired fourteen shots and killed seven, which sounds like it's not as good as killing seven with seven bullets, but everyone knows that the elite members of the seven Japanese gangs who were killed were killed in their own territory without the slightest ability to fight back.

This also led to the fact that if Liszt was in a gang-run entertainment place during the day and could not go in to spend money, someone would come and greet a tall man in a suit and guide him to another place.

After a rough count, in half a week, Liszt has been chased almost a dozen times, and then there is no problem like this, and it becomes a problem.