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Rofey Road, Hills Apartment Building, Room 501, 5th Floor.

A tragic massacre has just happened here. The door has already been blocked by the police with horizontal stripes, but they still can't stand the pursuit of the headline reporters. They stand outside the blockade and hold microphones to law enforcement. police officer yelling.

"Sir, have you found any clues?" "I wonder if you have found the murderer?"

"Sir, we know that there are gangs fighting in Luo Feidao all the year round. Is this another tragedy caused by gangs?"

"Loffey Road has always been recognized by the public as the most chaotic community street in Brooklyn. Does this tragedy represent the consequences of the judiciary's inaction on the rising crime rate in the community?"

Facing the difficult questions from the reporters, the two police officers guarding the blockade had long been used to it. They were silent and stared at the reporters with stern faces, as if they had no intention of answering them.

At this time, there was the sound of the elevator stopping in the aisle.

A middle-aged man in casual clothes came out of the elevator.

Seeing seven or eight reporters staying outside the blockade, the middle-aged man subconsciously frowned, took out his ID card, walked up to the two police officers waiting at the door, and shook it.

"Sir!" Seeing the sheriff's ID, the two police officers immediately saluted.

As soon as the reporters saw a big man, they immediately scrambled to interview the officer.

"Excuse me……"

Before the reporters could ask questions, the middle-aged man ignored the blockade and walked into the room, closing the door from the inside.

"Fake! Who is this man?" A young reporter couldn't help but swear when he saw how arrogant the middle-aged man was.

His voice was not loud, but he was still heard by several reporters from other newspapers next to him. Someone asked, "Are you just here?"

"I just transferred from Los Angeles. You can call me Jack." The young reporter raised his press card on his chest, which said Fox News.

When they heard that they were from Los Angeles, several reporters nearby suddenly realized.

The person who spoke before said with a smile: "That's right, you just came from Los Angeles, and you definitely don't know our New York reporter killer."

"Reporter killer? You mean that police officer just now? He killed a reporter?" Jack frowned, and glanced at the man's press card, which said New York Daily.

"No, how is it possible! That's just a nickname!"

The New York Daily reporter shook his head and said, "The one who just walked in is our New York Police Department Sheriff John McCarron. He hates reporters the most and never accepts interviews from reporters."

"Why? Don't you want us to participate in the case report? You know, we reporters have the duty to obtain the public's right to know!"

When Jack was in Los Angeles, he often encountered this kind of police officers who didn't like to be interviewed. He also understood the thoughts of these police officers. A qualified reporter must be responsible for the public's right to know.

"hehe……"

The New York Daily reporter couldn't help laughing when he heard Jack's high-sounding words: "Your name is Jack, right? Remember this is not Los Angeles. If you want to report any news about crime, you must understand that our violent sheriff is very Hate reporters."

"There must be a reason." Jack frowned. Could it be that the sheriff just now was a professional hater?

"I don't know. Anyway, when I first came to New York to work as a reporter, the senior reporter who took me along reminded me so."

The New York Daily reporter shrugged.

...

The discussions of the reporters outside were not loud, and did not affect the investigation of the police officers in the room.

At this time, the murder scene in the house,

Several forensic doctors also extracted fingerprints that the criminals might have left on the ground, walls, tables and chairs, and door handles.

After seeing the sheriff walk in, several police officers guarding the side immediately saluted: "Sir!"

John McAllen waved his hand, signaling these people to put down, then turned to a familiar subordinate and said, "How is the investigation going?"

The subordinate knew the character of his boss, and quickly reported: "Sir, according to our investigation in the past two days, the five people who were killed were confirmed to be a family, a couple, their children, and their parents. The husband's name is Clay. De Shelton, wife's name is Allie Shelton..."

John McAllen raised his hand to stop his subordinates: "Okay, I've read all of these, and I want to ask if there are any new clues."

"The forensic doctor is still extracting fingerprints, hair, and sweat that may be left behind by criminals. It won't take long to think about it..."

"I'm not blind! I'm asking if there are any other clues?"

Interrupted repeatedly by his boss and questioned about his ability, the detective blushed and said, "Sorry sir, the time is too short, we haven't found any other clues."

Hearing that there were no clues, John McAllen showed a disappointed expression, as if he had doubts about the policeman's ability.

Several police officers next to him breathed a sigh of relief at this moment, as if they were glad that the violent sergeant did not choose to ask questions himself.

"Sheriff!"

John McAllen heard someone calling him, looked up, and saw a female police officer walking out from the crowd, he didn't speak, just looked at the Asian police officer quietly.

Sensing John McCallum's gaze, Chen Ying felt inexplicably nervous. You must know that John was called a violent sheriff by the New York Police Department. Legends about him have been circulating inside the police station. It is naturally uncomfortable to be stared at by him. .

She took a deep breath, summoned up her courage and said, "Sheriff, we received a call from the hospital, and the owner of this house, Clyde Shelton, was rescued."

When John McAllen heard that someone was alive, he ordered with a gloomy face: "Then why are you still here? Go to the hospital for investigation!"

"yes!"

Several police officers seemed to be frightened by the sheriff's roar, couldn't help shivering, and immediately turned and walked towards the door.

After the people left, John McAllen received a call. He picked up the phone and listened to a few words before hanging up. When he turned around and looked at the chaotic murder scene, his eyes narrowed slightly, and an intriguing smile crossed the corner of his mouth. expression.

...

Chinatown, Mo's martial arts gym.

While practicing boxing, Gu Ren instructed his juniors.

Mo Youqian, who was sitting in front of the hall, suddenly received a phone call. After chatting for a while, he shouted, "Aren, come here."

Gu Ren wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked over and asked, "What's wrong, master?"

Mo You asked dryly, "Have you had anything to do these few days?"

"Probably not." Gu Ren replied uncertainly, the Death Squad had no new missions for more than half a month, and Captain Barney didn't know where to go.

He also made a special trip to Thor's bar last night. He heard from Thor that it seems that the captain is going to take on a big task, and it may take a while, or it may be these two days.

"Then you pack your luggage and go to Thailand with me tomorrow."

Thailand? Tang Ren?

Gu Ren touched his chin and said, "Master, was it your Thai apprentice who called just now?"

"That's right. Tang Ren told me that the martial arts gym will open early, so I'd better go there tomorrow."

Mo Youqian sighed and said, "Tang Ren was an apprentice I took in when I returned to China a few years ago. His aptitude was not good, but his father knew me, not to mention the past friendship. Just this time, he opened the martial arts gym for the sake of his name. Naturally, I don't care about the banner of our Mo Family Boxing."

Gu Ren hesitated for a moment, it would be fine to accompany Mo Youqian to Thailand, he was afraid that the captain would need him to act after receiving the mission.

Just as he was hesitating, he only heard Mo You dryly say: "If you have something to do, forget it. If you can't, it's the same if I take Aaron there."

Mo Youqian saw Gu Ren's hesitation, and thought that he didn't want to go to the other side of the ocean because of the unopened repair shop.

Hearing this, when Gu Ren was about to agree to come down, he was stunned for a few seconds, and then his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "No need, master, I'll just go to Thailand with you, and Aaron will be on your behalf. Quan, you and Aaron can't both leave, no one will teach boxing and the martial arts gym will close down, right? I'll book a ticket online right now."

"Well, then you can book a ticket for tomorrow morning." Although Mo Youqian didn't know why Gu Ren changed his words suddenly, he was still very happy that Gu Ren could accompany him to Thailand.

After asking about Mo Yougan's ID number, Gu Ren booked two tickets online to fly to Bangkok, Thailand at 8:00 tomorrow morning.

Soon, the ticket was booked, and Gu Ren smiled and said: "Okay master, tomorrow morning at 8:00, just go to the airport to get the ticket. I'll go back and pack my luggage now, and I'll pick you up at 6:00 tomorrow morning."

"En." Mo Youqian nodded in satisfaction.

After Gu Ren left the gate of the martial arts hall, he rushed home as fast as he could.

Once home, he locked the door, leaned back on the sofa, and immersed himself in the system.

【Ding! Tang Ren from Thailand hired you to help him investigate the murder case, find the real murderer who killed Sompa and stole the gold, and wash away his grievances. 】

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PS: This is the first time I write a system article, so please forgive me for any data errors, and I will modify it as soon as possible.