Luke and his companions could only say a few words of comfort to John McClane, this super straight man, and ask him to go out for a drink when he was free. Then they got up and drove to the crime scene of last night.
As they left the parking lot, Selina couldn't help but sigh, "How did he get his wife in the first place?"
Luke: "It's easy to choose to get married, but marriage life has to last forever. I can only say that they really love each other, but they can't get along."
Selina nodded thoughtfully, stopped talking about the issue, and turned to look at the file in her hand.
After a moment, she exclaimed in surprise: "Who did this? Such cruel means."
Luke: "John Wick is still hiding in the Continental Hotel. It's definitely not him. Let's go to the scene and see for ourselves."
They have been keeping an eye on the Continental Hotel these past two days. John is recovering from his injuries and has not been out at all.
This is why the two of them immediately determined that the new case was not the work of John Wick.
Selina: "The style is wrong too. The attackers used extremely fierce firepower to cover the room from outside the window, shooting more than a dozen Irish gang members in the house into sieves. This is very different from John Wick's method. This method is more like the habit of mercenaries."
Luke took a moment to look at the pictures on the central control screen and nodded. "This is a typical mercenary method, simple, rough and direct. What's more troublesome is that he didn't even clean up the body, so the impact is so bad."
It would be strange if NYPD wasn't nervous with this kind of massacre.
Arriving at the crime scene in Clinton District, Luke got out of the car and looked at the riverside warehouse. He said, "These guys are smart. They hid here at the dock. They probably sneaked back in the past few days by boat. No wonder we haven't seen them recently."
Selina shook her head and sighed: "Why bother, why bother!"
This Irish gang was the same group of people that they had beaten up before.
Unfortunately, they escaped the murder of sentimental people but could not escape the butcher on the battlefield under hail of bullets. These unlucky guys even fell in a pool of blood wrapped in gauze and plaster.
Why didn't he hide in New Jersey to heal his wounds? He must have been trying to do something, and now he's dead! Selina complained about these unlucky guys in her heart.
After showing their police badges to the police outside, the two men walked into the scene.
Looking at the mess and debris-strewn scene inside, both of them were a little surprised.
Selina dodged the debris and bloodstains under her feet and asked, "How many bullets were fired?"
The file only contained a preliminary report, and the exact number of bullets was not counted.
Previously she thought that the forensic personnel were lazy, but now she realizes that it was because the volume of business was too large.
The number of bullet holes scanned by Luke's sunglasses continued to rise, and then slowed down after a moment.
He looked at the number and curled his lips: "More than 300 rounds."
Selina: "Each of the dozen or so gang members had several bullet holes on their bodies. So the attacker fired more than 500 rounds in one go? Did he think this place was a battlefield in the Middle East?!"
Luke: "The attacker used 5.56mm rifle bullets. With this firepower, he really treated this as a war."
At this point, he couldn't help but shake his head.
This is Manhattan, New York, the center of the world. If we do this, something big will happen.
Selina: "So, we just met a super killer and we're looking for a violent mercenary?"
The intelligent program has restored part of the scene, showing that there was most likely only one attacker, which is why she would say such a thing.
Luke walked out of the warehouse and headed towards the location where the attackers launched the attack: "After all, this is New York, after all, Manhattan, anything can happen."
As he said this, some images came to his mind.
Manhattan is a "feng shui treasure land" favored by the "Universe Free Demolition Office".
Guns are only used in the next few years. When energy cannons and alien warships are added to the demolition office in the future, it will be really lively.
After patrolling the scene, Luke didn't gain much.
The attackers launched the attack outside the warehouse, which was next to a river, and the strong wind had blown away all smells.
He is not in a hurry either.
In many cases, there is no point in being anxious; what is most needed is time and meticulous investigation.
The two returned to the headquarters and found Elsa.
After hearing the purpose of their visit, Elsa just asked them to wait for a moment. After making a phone call, less than half an hour later, she motioned for them to come to her computer to watch it together.
Entering the database, she quickly opened several numbered documents: "According to the characteristics you provided, I asked Lisa to check similar cases in the past two years and found these cases in the second half of last year. Please write down the file number and you can check it yourself when you go back."
Luke smiled and said, "Since we are here, why don't you analyze it for me, Boss?"
Elsa rolled her eyes at him unhappily, but she knew that he wanted them to stay in touch so that they wouldn't drift apart in the future: "Okay, since you brought me some snacks."
She briefly explained the common points of these cases, and then said, "These cases happened at different times, and the locations were not limited to New York City. This is probably why they were not handled together. But your idea is correct. They are most likely done by the same group of people."
Luke: “Maybe just one person.”
Elsa was stunned: "Alone?"
She couldn't help but look at the files on the computer screen. The death toll on them was over 20. How could it be done by one person... Well, isn't there a guy in front of her who can take on dozens of people at once
She just nodded. "In addition to the commonalities you mentioned, they have another very obvious commonality. The Mexican cartels, the Irish gangs, and the Hell's Angels offshoot Hellhounds, they are all trafficking in illegal drugs, and it has been their main business for a long time. They have fought and cooperated with each other."
After a pause, she suggested, "You can investigate this aspect. After all, it's not surprising that traffickers get into trouble with anything. They are too ruthless and have many enemies. It's just that most victims don't have the power to retaliate."
Luke nodded. “Once they mess with someone more unreasonable than them, they’ll be in big trouble.”
Elsa nodded.
What Luke said makes sense and is the most likely possibility.
After hearing this concise and accurate analysis, Luke stood up and stopped disturbing Elsa's work: "Let's have dinner together tonight? Invite Lisa too, and talk about how everyone spent Christmas."
Elsa raised her hand and pointed: "You can go now. Send me the time and place, and I will inform Lisa."
Luke and the other man walked away smiling.
Elsa had no vacation at all. She worked overtime during Christmas and didn't even go back to Miami for vacation.
Someone's words were like rubbing salt into the wounds of this older iron lady.