Early the next morning, countless reporters rushed to the Fifth District, because just last night, when they were filming the guests at the charity gala, a targeted mass assassination broke out in the Fifth District. According to the results of the Fifth District Bureau's investigation, people came to the conclusion that this should be an assassination between gangs. What led to this result should be a purge between the two gangs in order to compete for the narcotic drug market.
This kind of thing cannot be considered a trivial matter, but it is unrealistic to say that it is a big deal. It is just a vendetta between a group of gangs, and it does not even make the first page of the news. It turned out that people who might still have some doubts about this were relieved after seeing the information about the deceased. These deceased were either criminals who had just been released from prison or gang members with criminal records. The only one with a relatively clean identity, Mickey, was also investigated. He was involved in many criminal activities when he was young.
Coupled with some narcotics left at the scene, the branch reasonably determined the nature of this vendetta.
But some people don't think so, such as those who were still discussing with the deceased the night before about asking for a demonstration outside Mr. 350,000 manor the next day. They knew something was wrong, but no one dared to say anything as the shadow of death hung over their heads. They are afraid that if the truth spreads after they tell it, they will become the next batch of people to be "cleaned".
Although they couldn't say it out loud, they knew one thing, that is, Mr. Three Hundred and Fifty Thousand was not as harmless as he appeared.
At this time, in the detention center, listening to the people who had just come in talking about this new thing and guessing who had done it, Greyhound started to tremble. He threw himself at the police officer who was locking the door, frightening him. He took out his pistol and pointed it at Greyhound.
"I want to surrender, I still have something to surrender to, I want to surrender!" He was so anxious that tears were about to come out. He didn't care at all about the contemptuous looks of the new guys who came in. He really couldn't stay outside anymore! The deaths of Mickey and the others proved this very well. The risks outside were too great. If the other party thinks that he knows something or will reveal something to kill him, he really has no chance of survival at all.
The only way at this time is not to go out. The detention room can't hold 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 go out in the short term.
Greyhound was soon taken away for interrogation. He surrendered to several cases, and his behavior and mentality left the police officers puzzled. These people often insist that they are innocent, but why do they still feel that they have not confessed enough to this guy? But no matter what, being able to solve the case is "achievement" for the police officers. Someone gives them bonuses and credit in vain, and they have no need to push it out.
There is also a very interesting episode here. Considering that Greyhound voluntarily surrendered and actively confessed some of his criminal facts, the judge was willing to give him a relatively light sentence. As a result, the guy not only spat at the judge in court in a hurry , also took off his underwear and threw the underwear towards the judge. The original two-year sentence was directly increased to five years. What's even more interesting is that after this guy got this result, not only was he not depressed, but he laughed as if he had won a prize...
On such a day, a heavy rain suddenly swept across Ilian. When people were taking shelter from the rain in a bar next to the street, they unexpectedly spotted a hearse starting from Liming Park and driving slowly along Liming Avenue toward the beach port. In the heavy rain, behind the hearse were more than twenty luxury cars of various colors. Wherever the luxurious motorcade passed, there was silence. Someone recognized the young man in the photo frame on the hearse and couldn't help but gasp.
Not many people knew what happened to Little Fulers. Although Old Fulers did not deliberately suppress the news at the time, the news still only spread among a few people. It was not until today that the guests in the bar on Dawn Avenue knew that Little Fulers had not changed his temper, but had passed away. There was a touch of sadness on some people's faces. Although Little Fullers was a bastard, he didn't do many evil things.
Many people even like him very much. He is a very optimistic guy and has an indifferent attitude towards money, which makes him have many good friends.
The solemn and heavy motorcade slowly arrived at the port in the heavy rain. Little Fulers once said that if one day he was to leave this world, please do not burn him or bury him. Let him sink with his coffin to the bottom of the sea, where he will fall into eternal sleep. Old Fulers followed his past wishes and personally sent his beloved son to where he wanted to go.
When the people who stayed at the hospital a few days ago ran back to the villa and told him that little Fulers had died due to respiratory failure, his whole world collapsed. Old Fullers, who had always been in good health, even fell 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 holding a framed picture of his son, the elder Fullers did not cry like his wife did. He twisted his neck stiffly and looked at the steward on the passenger seat, "Have you found the truck and the driver?"
The housekeeper didn't know how to answer this question. In fact, during this period, he had mobilized all available forces to search the truck throughout the city, even in the 6th and 7th districts. But so far, there is no clue. The truck seemed to have fallen from the sky just to hit Little Fulers, and then returned to the sky after the collision.
The butler's silence made Old Fulers realize that what he had told him had not been done yet. He gritted his teeth and asked: "Do you think I have no successor, so you can just ignore my words?", the butler. He quickly shook his head. He couldn't bear this. "If it's not, why is there no news at all? Spend money, spend more money, who can provide any useful information, starting at five hundred yuan. If anyone can help We find the truck and the driver, and I’ll give him a million!”
One million, an astronomical figure, even the butler himself was tempted for a moment. No one thought anything wrong with such a random move. Just as Old Fulers said, he no longer had an heir and it was impossible for him to have another son at his current age. Even if he had such ambitions, his little brother would not allow him to do so. The money, houses, and land in his hands will all become ownerless, so he doesn't care whether the price he offers is too high. He only cares about whether he can catch the murderer.
Seemingly thinking of something, Old Fulers suddenly asked: "I remember that before his accident, he once bumped into a girl, right?"
The housekeeper immediately replied, "Yes sir, the young master drank a little when he came back from outside and was blocked by a girl. The girl was dead. His family wanted five thousand yuan in compensation, but the young master only agreed. Give them two thousand yuan, the money is still with the young master."
Old Fulers fell into silence. Seeing the dock close at hand, he laughed. The laughter was full of sadness and anger. "Go and check that couple. Check them out. I want to know if it's them." This car accident caused my son to leave me. If so, bring them here. If not, bring them here too. They should stay with my son instead of continuing to live in this world!"
After experiencing the pain of losing his son, Old Fulers was already a little crazy. No matter who he was, he seemed to be a suspect, especially the couple. To actually murder his child for thousands of dollars is simply unforgivable! They were bound to die, whether they were or not, and now there was a reason.
The butler didn't say anything. He could understand the change in Old Fulers' mentality. Such a tragedy happened to him, so he naturally needed to vent it through some channels. If you want to blame, blame the couple's daughter. If it hadn't been for this incident, maybe everything would be different. At least Little Fulers won't buy a new car, let alone go for a ride elsewhere, so naturally he won't encounter this car accident.
From this point of view, they deserve what they are about to face.
At night, the heavy rain that had fallen all day finally stopped, and the whole city took on a new look after being washed by the rain. Toti, who was already a little sleepy at home, set an alarm, took off his clothes and lay on the bed. He has been exhausted recently, but he feels it is very meaningful and full of energy. In his daze, he suddenly heard the sound of someone knocking on the door.
It was already nine o'clock, and most people had already entered their dreams. He put on a piece of clothing and walked to the window with a stick in his hand to look out. The black night obscured his vision. He approached the door and asked, "Who is it? It's getting very late now. If there's anything else, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
He was answered by a very young and childish voice, "Grandpa Toti, my parents were taken away!"
Totti recognized this voice. He immediately opened the door and looked at a thin guy outside the door with tears on his face. He looked at him helplessly and desperately, "Please save them, they have been taken away!"
Old Totti's heart suddenly exploded, and his sleepiness disappeared without a trace. He immediately took the child's hand and ran towards the first area. As he ran, he asked, "Do you know who captured him?" "Them?" The child kept crying and shaking his head. Old Totty's brows were tightly knitted together. "Did they say anything when they took your parents away?"
The child's crying paused, and he quickly sobbed and said, "Yes, yes, they said that my parents killed their young master!"
(End of chapter)