"As you know, I almost caught them."
The two men sat facing each other in a small room, Lorenzo wrapped in clothes, explaining everything that happened today.
"It's obvious that someone doesn't want us to investigate this. They tried to destroy the bodies and even said they would not leave any survivors. I could have captured at least three survivors and brought them back for interrogation, but they were all killed by those people."
The gunner who serves as the safety is always at the front, shooting anyone who falls behind.
"Shrike, these are different from the gangsters we encountered before. They have a very strict internal structure... This is not something that a gang connected by interests can do."
There was a rare hint of trouble under Shrike's half mask. He really knew a lot about this.
"Most of those people in the lower city are fence-sitters. They will obey whoever is stronger, and they will even sell their relatives to survive."
Shrike said slowly, realizing the seriousness of the problem.
"But those people are not afraid of death, right? The people in the Lower City do not have such noble fearlessness."
Turning his gaze to Lorenzo, he looked forward to the surprise that the detective would give him.
"Have you found any clues? I believe you will not return empty-handed."
Lorenzo nodded and continued.
"The people in the downtown area got the news in advance... Or maybe this is part of their plan. If the operation fails, they will sneak into the downtown area, and the gang members need to appear at this time to cover them."
"Shrike, you know how strong the sense of territory is among these people. In the Lower City, territory represents wealth, so that group of gangsters can only come from the local area. I need to know who is managing that area."
"Sabo."
Shrike was the master of the lower city, and he immediately knew who the people there were.
"Sabo, a Viking from the northern seas..."
Shrike paused in his thoughts, as this coincided with Wall's origins.
"Do you think the goods were taken by Sabo?"
"It can't be him. He is just a guy working for you. He can't get involved in business at your level."
Lorenzo rejected the idea outright.
"He is just a smokescreen. Someone is paying him to provide cover. As long as the price is good, I believe he will do it."
"So what are you going to do, Lorenzo Holmes."
The Shrike lightly raised his chin. He began to find things interesting.
"It's simple. Find him, put a gun to his head, and ask him who told him to do this. If he doesn't tell you, pull the trigger until he tells you."
Lorenzo's voice was flat, just like a normal conversation, but the viciousness contained in it was frightening.
"You'll kill him."
"Shrike, I have taken classes at the Royal Medical College. Although I don't understand the profound lessons, I still know how to avoid fatal injuries to the human body."
Picking up the gun beside him, Lorenzo tried it on himself.
"You should also go to class. You will learn until you die. This kind of shooting that avoids fatal injuries is very suitable for faking death."
Lorenzo looked very serious, a rare sight for this frivolous man.