For John McLean, the super straight man of steel, Luke and the two could only comfort him a few words. By the way, they asked him to go out for a drink when he was free, then got up and went out, and drove to the scene of the crime last night.
When she got out of the parking lot, Selena couldn't help sighing, "How did he catch up with his wife in the first place?"
Luke: "It's easy to choose to get married, but married life has to last forever. It can only be said that they really love each other, but they can't get along."
Selena nodded thoughtfully, didn't say this question again, and looked at the file in her hand instead.
After a while, she gasped in surprise: "Who did this? The method is so cruel."
Luke: "John Wick is still hiding in the Continental Hotel. It must not be him. Go to the scene and see."
They have been staring at the Continental Hotel for the past two days. John is recovering from his injuries and hasn't come out for activities at all.
This is why the two immediately determined that the new case was not written by John Wick.
Selena: "The style is also wrong. The attacker used extremely violent firepower to cover the shooting from the window, and beat more than a dozen Irish gang members in the room into a sieve. This is also different from John Wick's method." It’s very big, this method is like the habit of mercenaries.”
Luke took the time to look at the picture data on the central control screen, and nodded: "It's a typical mercenary method, simple and rude. What's more troublesome is that he didn't even clean up the corpses, so the impact is so bad."
It's no wonder that npd isn't nervous about this kind of massacre.
Arriving at the scene of the crime in Clinton District, looking at the warehouse by the river, Luke got out of the car and said, "These guys are also very smart. They hid here at the pier, and they probably slipped back by boat in the past few days. Can't see them."
Selena shook her head and sighed: "Why bother, why bother!"
This group of Irish gangs was the same group they had dealt with in the first place.
It's a pity that they escaped the murderous V, but they didn't escape the butchers on the battlefield. These unlucky ones even fell into a pool of blood wrapped in gauze and plaster.
Wouldn't it be good to hide in a place like New Jersey to heal his wounds, but he just slipped back, he must be trying to do something, and he died now! Selena complained about these unlucky bastards in her heart.
Showing their badges to the police on the periphery, the two walked into the scene.
Looking at the mess and debris inside, both of them were a little surprised.
While avoiding the sundries and blood stains under her feet, Selena said, "How many bullets did this take?"
There is only a preliminary report in the file, and the specific number of bullets has not been counted.
Before, she thought that the forensic personnel were lazy, but only now did she realize that the workload was too much.
The number of bullet holes scanned in Luke's sunglasses kept rising, and slowed down after a while.
He looked at the number and twitched the corner of his mouth: "More than three hundred rounds."
Selena: "The dozen or so gang members each had several bullet holes, so this attacker fired more than 500 rounds in one breath? Did he regard this place as a battlefield in the Middle East!"
Luke: "The attacker used 556 rifle ammunition. With this firepower, he really regarded this as a war."
Having said that, he couldn't help shaking his head.
This is Manhattan, New York, the center of the world, and something big will happen if you do this.
Selena: "So, we just met a super killer and we're looking for a violent mercenary?"
The intelligent program has restored part of the situation on the scene, showing that there is probably only one attacker, and she would say such words.
Luke walked out of the warehouse and walked towards the location where the attackers launched the attack: "After all, New York, after all, Manhattan, anything can happen."
When he said this, he couldn't help thinking of some pictures in his mind.
Manhattan is a "treasure land of geomantic omen" loved by the "Universal Free Demolition Office".
It's just that guns have been used in the past few years. When energy cannons and alien warships are added to the demolition office in the future, it will be called a lively event.
After patrolling the scene, Luke didn't gain much.
The attacker launched the attack outside the warehouse, and here is the river again, and the strong wind had already blown away all the smells.
He is not in a hurry.
In many cases, it is useless to rush. What is needed most is time and meticulous investigation.
The two returned to the headquarters and went to find Elsa.
Hearing the purpose of their visit, Elsa just asked them to wait for a while, and after making a phone call, within half an hour, she motioned for them to come to her computer to watch together.
After entering the database, she quickly opened several numbered documents: "According to the characteristics you provided, I asked Lisa to search for similar cases in the past two years, and found these cases from the second half of last year. Write down the file numbers , and you can check it yourself when you go back.”
Luke smiled and said: "It's all here, boss, you can analyze it."
Elsa gave him an annoyed look, but knew that he wanted everyone to keep in touch, so as not to drift away in the future: "Well, I saw that you brought me some snacks."
She succinctly talked about the common points of these cases, and then said: "These cases happened at intervals, and the location is not only in New York City. This should be the reason why there is no case merger. But you guys You're right, they're probably the same gang."
Luke: "Maybe just one person."
Elsa was taken aback: "Alone?"
She couldn't help but look at the files on the computer screen. The number of deaths on them was more than twenty people. Could it be done by one person... Well, there are dozens of guys in front of me.
She just nodded: "In addition to the things you said, they also have one obvious thing in common. The Mexican cartel, the Irish gang, the Hell Rabids, an offshoot of the Hells Angels, they are all selling illegal drugs, and they are long-term main business In business, there are fights and cooperation between each other.”
After a pause, she suggested: "You can check this aspect, after all, it is not surprising that traffickers get into trouble with anything, their hands are too dark, and there are many enemies, but most of the victims do not have the strength to retaliate. "
Luke nodded: "Once they offend some people who are less reasonable than them, they will be in bad luck."
Elsa nodded.
Luke's words are reasonable and the most possible.
After listening to this concise and accurate analysis, Luke also got up and stopped disturbing Elsa's work: "Have a meal together tonight? Lisa is also called to talk about how everyone's Christmas is going."
Elsa raised her hand and pointed: "You can get out. Send me the time and place, and I will notify Lisa."
Luke and the two left with a smile on their face.
Elsa didn't have any holidays, she was working overtime for Christmas, and she didn't go back to Miami for vacation.
Someone's words were like rubbing salt in the wound of this old iron lady.