In the underground cold storage of the Jinghai City National Special Affairs Management Bureau, a cold corpse was placed on the operating table, and two top forensic doctors were performing an autopsy.
The head of the Administration, Leng Tie, had a face as cold as his name, like a piece of rusted iron. No matter who it was, they would not be happy now. The body on the operating table had blond hair, blue eyes, pale skin, and was a foreigner. However, this was not enough to alarm Leng Tie, who was in a high position. What really made him look pale was the identity of this person.
According to the information sent by the United States, the deceased was named Kenny Anderson. On the surface, he was an American businessman who was engaged in some import and export trade in Jinghai. But in fact, he was a special agent of the FBI in the United States, responsible for intelligence gathering in the entire Jinghai area.
Kenny Anderson's identity had long been under the attention of the Special Affairs Bureau, and his every move could not escape surveillance. However, due to some unclear unspoken rules between the two countries, everyone maintained enough patience and tolerance, and no unpleasant incidents occurred.
However, the current situation is obviously very bad. First, the bodies of two FBI agents were found in a villa in the suburbs a few days ago, and then Kenny Anderson was shot to death. If not handled properly, it will trigger serious political incidents.
"Chief, the results are out. The cause of death was a sharp object piercing the throat, severing the carotid artery and trachea." The forensic doctor sent the appraisal, "According to our analysis, the sharp object should be something like a flying knife."
Leng Tie's expression became more and more ugly. With the advancement of science, the means of killing have also advanced by leaps and bounds. It was beyond his expectation that the flying knife, a murder weapon that only existed in martial arts novels, would suddenly appear.
"This is a clue. Let's search the database to see if there are people who use throwing knives or daggers as weapons." Leng Tie made a quick judgment. In some situations where guns cannot be fired, throwing knives or daggers have a unique advantage. Kenny Anderson died in a guest room at the Palace Hotel. The room was empty and there were no signs of fighting. It was obvious that the murderer was experienced. However, since the other party had the ability to play with knives, there should be some clues in the vast database of the Special Affairs Administration.
Clues soon appeared in the database. A person who was good at using flying knives and had a recent entry record surfaced.
"X of Killer 26?" Leng Tie was stunned when he saw the information in his hand. Killer 26 was a secret killer group that was a headache for all countries in Asia. However, as far as Leng Tie knew, they had never had any conflicts with the FBI in the United States, so they would not kill Kenny Anderson.
"The three men XYZ sneaked into Jinghai nearly a month ago. Judging from their previous killing methods, the villa case in which two FBI agents died a few days ago should also be their doing." Leng Tie's secretary integrated the collected information and came to this conclusion.
"What happened between them?" Leng Tie muttered to himself. The information in his hand was incomplete and lacked a clue to connect the events. This made him think hard. However, he did not forget to send the information to the United States, at least to let them know that Kenny Anderson's abnormal death had nothing to do with the Special Affairs Administration.
In addition, the agents of the Administration, under the command of Leng Tie, began to secretly investigate the whereabouts of XYZ. A big net was quietly spread.
Caoji has been very busy these past two days. A special agent of the FBI in the United States was slashed in the throat in the place protected by the Black Star Company. This matter can be a big deal or a small deal. At the least, the place will be closed, and at the worst, the development of the company will be affected. Moreover, this matter involves foreign intelligence agencies. It is inevitable that the enemies of the Black Star Company will take the opportunity to stir up trouble. If you are not careful, you will fall into trouble. Caoji made arrangements and spent countless money to get some news that this matter may be related to the killer group.
In a tavern near the Hailong community, the cold wind was howling outside, but the people sitting inside all had a burning fire in their hearts.
"Twenty-six of these bastard killers, I'm going to fuck their ass off." Cao Ji took a big gulp of white wine and said angrily.
Zheng Yubai hurriedly advised, "Brother Caoji, don't be too anxious. There will always be a way out. Since they have already been identified as the ones who did it, the company should not take the blame."
The dark-skinned guys standing by also nodded in agreement, comforting Caoji.
Cao Ji still refused to calm down, cursing. No wonder he was so angry, he had done well in recent days, and the higher-ups had intended to cultivate him to be the incense master of Black Star Company in Jinghai, but after this incident, his promotion was out of the question.
When Zheng Yubai heard that it was Killer 26 who did it, he first thought that they were coming for him. But why did they kill the FBI? Were they crazy? He couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it.
In fact, it wasn’t just Zheng Yubai who couldn’t figure it out, even XYZ who committed the murder couldn’t figure it out.
After failing to ambush Zheng Yubai, XYZ soon discovered that they were being targeted by the FBI. They then learned that the two people they killed in the villa that day were FBI agents. Although they didn't know why the FBI appeared in Zheng Yubai's villa, nor what they wanted to do, XYZ was unwilling to be manipulated. So they tracked the FBI agents and found Kenny Anderson who lived in the Palace Hotel, and committed this shocking crime.
XYZ hid in a private house in Jinghai. Although far away from the stormy water, they could vaguely feel the turmoil in Jinghai. They knew they were in trouble, so they kept it to themselves and did not lash out, patiently waiting for the storm to pass.
"Director, this is the information about the villa." Leng Tie's desk was filled with information about the murder of an FBI agent in a high-end villa in the suburbs. The villa was originally purchased anonymously by Xu Jin, and the clues were interrupted when the police were collecting evidence. However, the Special Affairs Management Bureau is not comparable to the police. They have a wide range of skills and are far more capable than ordinary criminal police. They quickly found some clues and locked the target on Xu Jin.
"At present, we can only find out that the owner of the household is named Xu Jin, the daughter of Xu Ruoyu, the king of thieves who was famous at that time. As for the names of the young man and woman living with her, we have not found out yet, but with the video footage of the community, I believe there will be clues soon."
"At first, there were one man and two women living in the villa, and later an old man came. According to the residents of the community, the old man should be Xu Ruoyu. It is said that he is related to the theft of famous paintings from the Jinghai Museum a few days ago, but our investigation shows that he did not have the time to commit the crime."
"According to information from the United States, the FBI is searching for a hacker who invaded the FBI database." The secretary told Leng Tie the intelligence he had obtained after exchanging information with the United States. Leng Tie had many years of experience in investigation, and he immediately made a discovery when he heard it.
"Immediately find out the identities of the man and woman living with Xu Jin. I think the answer lies with them." Leng Tie clearly grasped the most critical clue among the tangled clues and immediately issued an order. Soon, people in various places in Jinghai City were looking for their target based on the blurry face of the man in the video.
Zheng Yubai, who was being looked for, was unaware of this and thought he could finally live a quiet life.
In a blink of an eye, it has been more than a month since he returned from the gambling ship. The World Gambling Association sent a message to Zheng Yubai, telling him that the time for the life-and-death gambling game has been set, which will be on the 15th, two months later.
After the time was determined, Xu Ruoyu and Du Bisheng went crazy and forced Zheng Yubai to practice hard every day. Zheng Yubai did not disappoint them. His skills improved every day. Now, with his eyes covered, he could sort the beans within fifteen minutes, and no more than ten beans would be wrong.
Xu Ruoyu seemed very satisfied with Zheng Yubai's progress. Du Bisheng was unwilling to fall behind and taught Zheng Yubai all his hidden skills. Although it was similar to the previous Lingxi Yizhi, it was also quite helpful.
Zheng Yubai's injured right arm gradually healed during these rare few days of rest. Although the wound was a bit scary, his right arm could already be used. He tried punching a few times and found no sequelae, so he felt relieved.
Before the storm came, Jinghai seemed very calm. Under the calm sea, countless turbulences were surging in the dark. The actions of the Special Affairs Management Bureau made all parties alert. At this sensitive moment, the appearance of a person finally intensified all the contradictions and made Jinghai the cusp of the storm.
Although it was the coldest time of the year, E was not afraid of the cold. He wore a very thin jacket with a black T-shirt casually put on it, and staggered into a coffee shop with a lollipop in his mouth.
"Gentlemen?" The waiter at the door was stunned when he saw E's attire. He thought to himself that young people nowadays are really individualistic. Aren't they afraid of catching a cold
"I'm looking for someone." E said vaguely and looked towards the corner. A man was waving at him.
"Just a cup of coffee will be fine." E came to the corner, sent the waiter away, crossed his legs, and lazily looked at the man opposite him, "Lao Fang, has your Sanjiang Guild been destroyed?"
The man was Fang Hongjin. After hearing E's half-teasing words, Fang Hongjin couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Don't make fun of me. I called you here today because I have something important to tell you."
"What's the matter? Tell me. After you finish, I also have something to ask you." E's tone suddenly turned cold. (To be continued)