Through the one-way glass window of the interrogation room, Bacchus. Carolingian stared silently at the fat black man inside. The suspect, 'Marcos', was arrested at the Courtyard by Marriott, while another suspect who was staying with him fled.

Since his arrest, Marcos has been crying and crying out for injustice. He pleaded and cried, repeatedly stating that he was a coerced hostage and had not been involved in any criminal activities. But the front desk of the hotel testified that the fat black man had a close relationship with the Asian suspect.

Intimacy?

No, no, no, not intimate at all.

The black fat man regretted dying!

I knew that this should have been cuffed in that modified 'Volkswagen'.

The Brussels police didn't care much about Marco. The gang fight was a bit troublesome, and several people died. But no one said anything about the dead, because the dead were all gang members from outside.

'Killing' Malenkov is a rare and beautiful battle for the Belgian SWAT in recent years. The media was praising the intelligence and decisiveness of the police officers at the scene, and no one questioned the process of rescuing the hostages, and the public was very happy.

As for the other ......, the Brussels police are really powerless at the moment.

Power in Belgium is carefully distributed along regional and linguistic lines, making human resources decentralized and oversight, not to mention basic intelligence-sharing and mutual assistance.

There are six police agencies in Brussels, as well as a federal police department and two intelligence services. But lately, the heads of these agencies have gone more or less wrong.

Police officers at the grassroots level are exhausted and depressed, and they are too lazy to move until something happens. No one cares about the deaths of a few gang members.

Now it's Bacchus who cares about the case. Caroling's outsiders, and......

Outside the one-way glass window, there was a solemn middle-aged man with a calm bearing. Bacchus, who is also in a straight suit, compares to him, like a little person with a monkey crown.

"This is Hugo's accomplice?"

A playful voice came from between the two men, and the round-faced 'little wildcat' also stood in front of the glass window. Looking at Marco, who was about to die or live inside, she sighed: "I believe what this man said, he is definitely not Hugo's accomplice." ”

Both men turned their heads, puzzled.

The 'little wildcat' shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "This guy isn't cool enough, it's not fun to lie on his stomach at all." Hugo was different, he was glaring at me when I pulled him out of the pool. ”

The middle-aged man shook his head, "Emily, this is not the place for you. ”

The 'little wild cat' looked unhappy, but he didn't dare to disobey the middle-aged man's will. She let out an 'oh' and walked away. Bacchus looked at her back as she left and whispered to the middle-aged man, "That Asian suspect may have deliberately approached Miss Morin. ”

The middle-aged man sneered and turned his head to look at Bacchus, "You Carolingian family are in big trouble, so don't try to drag me into the water again." If that Asian had any plans, he would have done it a long time ago. I'd rather believe it was an accident. ”

After two mocking sentences, the middle-aged man also left the one-way glass window. Bacchus could only smash the glass of the interrogation room in frustration, scaring Marcos half to death as he was being questioned inside.

Although the Brussels police did not release the information, this did not prevent the truth from circulating to a certain extent. After seeing Malenkov being sniped with his own eyes, the elder Maes asked the police to track down the person who fired the 'first shot'.

But after successfully rescuing the hostages, the on-site commander at the time bit him to death and ordered him to shoot. Old Max could only retreat gloomily. However, Bacchus, who was tasked with tracking down the orioles, came to Brussels unexpectedly and intervened in the current situation.

Based on the current clues, Bacchus discovered that Zhou Qingfeng quickly formed his own network after escaping the Carolingian family. Erica had defected from the family because of him, and he knew a female killer named Huangli, and he seemed to have something else to rely on.

This network showed a surprising tip of the iceberg in the pursuit of Howard, and it was easy to protect Zhou Qingfeng and allow him to escape Gaul. That kid wasn't even what he was when he was taken away from planting flowers, and his abilities changed dramatically.

This is a reality that people don't want to admit.

Bacchus personally investigated Malenkov's death and even found the warhead at the coroner. According to the private questioning of the police sniper, he followed the trajectory to find the roof of the building where Zhou Qingfeng shot - about 450 meters away from the scene.

There were footprints left by two people on the roof of that building, which meant that Zhou Qingfeng was not alone. He also has unknown accomplices. The improvised sniper team stomped the Carolingian family in the face to the ground and into the mud with a single shot.

Bacchus found the bullet casings left by the sniper on the roof of the building, and also grabbed the binoculars to carefully experience how Zhou Qingfeng felt when he fired the gun, and came to the conclusion that he really hoped that the shot was not fired by that kid, otherwise he would have progressed too quickly.

It's the third day of the crime, and the police in Brussels are getting more and more slack. There is still no news about Zhou Qingfeng's investigation. It's as if he's gone, and if he doesn't show up, no one else can find him.

Of course, now in addition to Marco, there is another clue to track - Zhou Qingfeng hooked up with a new girlfriend in Brussels, which has been clarified. It's just that the new girlfriend's family went to plant flowers and traveled, and they can't be contacted recently.

There seem to be a lot of clues, but if you chase it, you can't chase it, and it feels like it's always a little bit worse. Bacchus was a little impetuous and had to leave the Brussels Central Police Station. After meeting up with Old Max, there was a new news - the woman named Huangli had reappeared.

On the other side, the glass windows of the Lin family's restaurant in the city were smashed several times, and the signboard was splashed with paint, and no one cleaned it. For this reason, restaurants had to close their doors to avoid the limelight.

Uncle Lin, who opened the restaurant, could only smile bitterly at this. He was watching a video circulating on the Internet, taken by surveillance cameras outside the gang stronghold the day before yesterday.

The video is just over a minute long.

On the screen, there are scantily clad prostitutes and pimps standing scattered around the dimly lit three-way intersection. Suddenly, a gunman in stockings appeared on the street and shot and killed people without saying a word.

There is no sound on the screen, but anyone can see the ferocity and ruthlessness of the stocking killer. He didn't have any superfluous movements, let alone emotional fluctuations, like a cold-blooded machine.

The murder was sudden, and all kinds of people at the three-way intersection suddenly scattered, panicking and fleeing for their lives. The stocking killer entered a building, and in a short time he took a hostage, came out with a handbag, and walked away.

European gangsters have always been notorious, and ordinary people can't wait to hide away when they encounter them. There were twenty or thirty people in the gang stronghold that no one dared to mess with, but they were overturned by such a killer.

Ah Ming, who was watching the video at the same time, was a little trembling, and said in a low voice: "Uncle, look at the body type, it should be that kid who did it." I said he was ruthless enough, killing people is like killing chickens. This white gang, he said he would break in, and he would kill when he said he would. ”

Brussels is a safe city, but the gang leaders here are often specially trained, and one is strong and skilled. Engaging in criminal activities is extremely rampant. Those fleshy guys can easily be intimidating.

There are no cases of gangs being attacked like this, but the protagonist has never been Asian. But this time the situation was different. The video of last night's attack was posted on the Internet the next day, which was an eye-opener.

Uncle Lin could only smile bitterly. Originally, he just wanted to settle the situation and make money peacefully, but he knew that when he met such a stunned young man, "Don't make a noise about this, don't make a noise." We act as if we don't know anything. ”

Ah Ming nodded, and said with palpitations: "Of course, of course, where do you dare to talk about it?" If only the gangsters knew that we had instructed ......"

Before the second half of the sentence came out, Uncle Lin directly covered Ah Ming's mouth, frowned and blamed: "Don't say it, don't say it in the face of your own people, and you can't talk to yourself, I'm afraid that the wall has ears." ”

After the gang stronghold was attacked, both men were terrified. originally thought that he was asking Zhou Qingfeng to help pass on a message, but this case could not be relied on on himself. But when I watched the video today, I want to say that I am not afraid that it is fake.

Not to mention that the restaurant was suddenly smashed by several ruffians in the city yesterday, and it was inexplicable. This caused the suspicions of Uncle Lin and the others, and they were about to lose their souls.

I didn't know how to clean up the situation now, and suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the restaurant. There was also a loud voice shouting outside the door: "Uncle Lin, are you there?" My Xiao Zhou, why is your restaurant closed? ”

Bang Bang Bang The two sighed as if they had touched the broom star and were almost frightened to hug each other.

Amin kept shaking his head, saying, 'Don't make a sound, just when we're not there'. Uncle Lin was also embarrassed, but he heard the man outside the gate shouting again: "Uncle, I saw your car parked outside." You can open a door inside. ”

Uncle Lin suddenly complained bitterly, for fear of the kid outside. But now he was helpless, he could only open half of the store door, and he had to say with a smiling face: "Brother Zhou, I'm sorry." The restaurant was in some trouble today and didn't open. ”

"I saw it, and someone smashed the glass window outside." Zhou Qingfeng, who was outside the door, walked in happily, as casually as if he had entered his own home. He moved a chair and sat down, saying, "Don't worry, I just went to the neighborhood to ask."

It's just a few little ruffians who smashed your shop, and they drank too much and smashed it. Not only did they smash your house, but they also smashed several shops on the street.

I'm afraid it's impossible to ask them to compensate, so I'll help you break a few bones and teach them a lesson. They should not dare to come again in the future. ”

After laughing, Zhou Qingfeng talked about the original intention of coming today, "Can you help make a bowl of noodles?" Add more meat. I've been running around for the past two days, and I'm really not used to eating European food. I can't help but bother. ”

I have the stomach of a flower grower, but I have to eat European food, which is really bitter.

Zhou Qingfeng was so adaptable to everything when he arrived at Europa, but he couldn't adapt to eating. Let him eat Western food every day, it is really an extra bite, and the anger value will be full.

When he met such a little ancestor-like person, Uncle Lin could only talk about his bad luck. He is now 'easy to please God, but it is difficult to send God', and he regrets that he wants to have a relationship with this kid for Mao. He shouldn't have given this kid a good face in the first place, but now he is relied on.

It's just a bowl of noodles, but it's not a big deal.

But how to coax this little ancestor to go next?

It's just that Zhou Qingfeng really came to eat a bowl of noodles, and there was not much nonsense after eating. He gave ten times the money for the meal, waved his hand and said goodbye: "Uncle, don't worry. I'm just here for a bowl of noodles. I won't bother you again, bye-bye! ”

Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to leave, Ah Ming, who was shrunk aside, dared to come out tremblingly. Uncle Lin stood at the door of the store and sighed, "This kid does things by heart, and he has a bit of a heroic temperament, I don't know who to harm?" ”