In the early morning, Detective Sherlock Hanks, who worked overtime at the police station for a night, was woken up by the dazzling sunshine that he had been used to. Although he was still wearing a black windbreaker that he had not changed, he was tall and handsome, and he did not lose points because of his clothes at all.

In fact, just looking at his appearance, Hanks is obviously more like a model. Apart from the same name as the famous detective Sherlock Sherlock Holmes, no one can tell that he is a well-trained and experienced detective.

But today was obviously a busy morning. As soon as he woke up, he opened the office door and was caught up by his agent Harvey: "Inspector Hanks, there was an emergency incident. The street just called the police. A resident said that many bodies were found at the alley of 59th Street!"

"Let's go!" Without saying much, Hanks immediately rushed to the scene with his men.

With the police lights on and on, he came to the entrance of 59th Street and alleys unimpeded. Hanks looked at the residents around him who were taking pictures with his mobile phones and the media who kept flashing with the spotlights, and walked in the alley without saying a word.

Before he could walk a few steps, he saw several corpses piled up in the alley.

Hanks frowned.

As an experienced inspector, especially the inspector who works in Hell's Kitchen, he has always been familiar with this situation. The reason for frowning is not because of the tragic situation of the corpse. In fact, he has seen him who are even more disgusting and terrifying.

The reason why he frowned was because this case was a bit tricky.

Every place has its own unspoken rules.

Although Hell's Kitchen is the dark side of New York, it is also in Manhattan, the most attractive paradise. This is the first time Hanks saw a blatant body thrown at the entrance of the alley and was discovered by residents.

"What did we understand?" The eyebrows had not been stretched, as if they had foreseeed the media outside that had been quarreling, and related news that they could see when they turned on the TV.

If you have any dissatisfaction with the life of World 21, Hanks thinks that the Internet is too developed. Blocking the media is not realistic at present, or the cost is too high.

"It's Clav's group, the Russian gang's subordinates, and the bosses in the nearby area. They often rob nearby and are habitual criminals. Because they are very united, those who are robbed dare not call the police at all. And..." Agent Harvey subconsciously looked around and lowered his voice and spoke: "There is news that for a while, the missing people in several streets nearby have been related to them."

Hanks did not show any attitude towards Harvey's last words. He quickly walked into the body and asked the medical staff: "Is there any result?"

"There are 7 bodies in total, including Clough, and the others are his subordinates. Because this is their nest, no outsiders usually come here, so it was not until this morning that the case was initially judged last night, and the specific time needs to be further identified by the forensic doctor."

"Get the territory?" Hanks spoke first.

"No." Detective Harvey added: "Hanks's nest is nearby, we went to check it out. Nothing inside was destroyed. If you were to grab the territory, at least the money inside would be taken away."

After a pause, Detective Harvey looked at the report and hesitated: "There were six bullets fired in total, but no bullets were found. And after investigation, we found that they were all shot by Clough and his gang, and..." He handed the report to Hanks, and he continued in a surprise tone: "And five of these people were killed by a huge force, and only two had signs of being attacked twice. We initially suspected that it should have been done by mutants." After all, the strength to kill a person with one blow is quite large. This is not a martial arts attack technique, but a pure use of power to kill people.

After searching through the file, Hanks found that the contents in the file were basically the same as those described by Detective Harvey, so he didn't read more.

After he stepped forward, put on his gloves, he bent down and looked at Claff's body carefully.

He has also met this little leader several times in the police station, so he has some impression of it.

Now Claff has no arrogant look in his impression, and there is still a look of fear and pleading on his face.

After carefully looking at the body for a while, Hanks stood up and walked out: "First find the bullet that was not found as soon as possible. Fingerprint tests were performed on his strength, especially Claff, who was pinched to death by a handrail, so the murderer's cortex should be falling. Analyze the DNA to see if there is any result; investigate nearby surveillance videos to see if there is any information available; investigate whether they have offended anyone recently; and... report it to a higher-level department."

"Okay." Detective Harvey nodded, indicating that he remembered.

"Send someone to stare at this place secretly, maybe the murderer will return here again." Hanks added at the end after getting into the police car. But he didn't know that the real murderer was now on the way to school. By the way, he thought about the next plan.

"Hey! Man!" At the same time, the murderer who was thinking of the detective, just walked to the school gate and saw a high-end car parked in front of him.

The car door opened, and the boy in a casual suit got off the car and said hello to him.

The boy is a typical representative of the upper class of the United States, an excellent heir to the empire. He has no wrinkled clothes on him, and his golden brown hair is meticulously combed behind his head. He can see his shrewdness and ability on his appearance.

"Good morning, Harry." Andrew also greeted him with a smile, and then walked towards the school while chatting with him.

However, when Andrew just walked into the campus playground, he saw a group of people gathered together and didn't know what he was doing.

"Stand up, Parker!" Andrew heard such a shout.

"It's Peter!" Andrew spoke helplessly and looked at Harry: "He must have been bullied again." As he said that, he ran towards the crowd.

The facts were almost the same as Andrew's guess. He pushed the crowd away and walked to the center. Sure enough, Peter was lying on the ground, and someone kicked him with his feet.

"Parker, you are indeed a coward. Judging from your appearance, you are even less than what Thompson said." He picked up Peter and prepared to punch him again.

"Stop it, Fleischer!" Harry rushed over immediately and pushed Fleischer away.

"Osborne, what are you doing?" As a bastard, Fleischer is more realistic than others, so he can understand the role of money better. He is extremely afraid of Osborne.

"Peter is our friend, of course I have to care! Fleischer, what else can you do besides bullying the weak?" Andrew also walked forward and checked whether Peter was injured.

"Yeah, isn't this the best bowler in New York, Andrew Watson? How could he be here? Shouldn't he sweat in the stadium and enjoy the cheers of the fans?" Fleischer suddenly felt excited when he saw Andrew. Compared with Harry, he was not afraid of Andrew: "As a matter of fact, the weak chicken can only hang out with the weak chicken. What's the best bullshit, it's useless!" As he said that, he spat for a moment.

"So you can only find some ability in your mouth." Andrew said calmly. Looking at Fleisch was like looking at a smear of dust.

And Andrew's expression also angered Fleischer, and he rushed to Andrew quickly and fled!

"Then I'll let you see the ability in my hands!"

"It's not so good!" He jumped to the side immediately, and Andrew avoided Fleischer, and then blocked his continued attack while speaking as if Peter possessed: "Generally speaking, there are only three reasons for bullying the weak!"

"First of all, there may be a little girl with insecure hidden under his strong body...just like this." She turned sideways to Fleisch, then arched her and staggered her.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Hahaha!"

All the people watching laughed.

"You guy!" Fleisher's face turned red instantly, and he accelerated angrily and continued to fist towards Andrew.

"Second, it may be that his brain did not evolve well during his growth. Now it is still the IQ of an ape. Just like now, he can't do anything except punching his fists." He lowered his head and avoided Fleisch's sweep: "There is no brain control, it will only recklessly collide."

"Then the third point." Grabbed Fleischer's hand, then threw him hard to the ground with a knock over his shoulder. Fleischer tried to get up, but because he was thrown too hard, he failed.
Chapter completed!