America's Big Hero

Picking up the newspapers on the desktop, these are obviously sorted out by someone, and they all turned to a specific page. There is a big photo on it, and it can be seen from the profile that it is him.

"Is it the Police Chief or the Drug Criminal? "

"Shock: The Chief of Police Turns out to Be the Boss Behind the Drug Criminals!" "

"What's Happening to Our Nation's Police? "

"Is It Unique or Common? "

Each title is extremely sensational, just glanced at the content, McIntosh Quinell felt his eyes darkened, his body was shaking and he was about to fall down.

"This, this, this, this is a rumor, yes, a rumor, I just happened to meet Acomo there." McIntosh Quinil's face turned pale, and his hand holding the newspaper kept shaking.

Do you think everyone believes this?

The subordinate opened his mouth, but the words changed when he reached his mouth, "If it's just a photo, it won't explain anything."

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Mackintosh Quinell said loudly, as if grasping at straws.

The subordinate really wants to tell him that it's useless to tell me what you said, so let's think about how to get it over with!

The phone on the desk rang, and McIntosh Quinell hurriedly answered it. It was Mr. Mayor who called, and he was scolded severely on the phone.

There is a saying that pulling out a radish will bring out the mud. If McIntosh Quinnier explodes with thunder, it is likely to implicate many people.

So, didn't everyone call or send someone to McIntosh Quinnier to ask, what is the situation, and is there any evidence in the hands of the media?

On the same day, Sean released the videotape and more photos to the media.

If the topic degree is to be heated up, the topic must not be let go in a wave, it must be continuous, so he released all the evidence in his hand bit by bit.

Until the recorded conversations appeared in the media, McIntosh Quinnier finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Because these things were obtained illegally, they cannot be used as evidence, nor can they go to court.

However, everyone knew the truth of the matter, so McIntosh Quinnier had to take the blame and resign to appease the public outrage.

Of course, he didn't want to, but many people thought he should go down, so as not to hurt others!

In addition, this incident also caused Fobole to investigate Acomo.

For a while, Dimio's relationship in the political world became quiet and he became more cautious, and the investigation of Fobole also forced many businesses to stop.

Chapter 112: Stirring the Water

"It took so much effort to let a police chief go down? This..." Armstrong looked at Sean with some puzzlement.

For legal reasons, evidence obtained illegally cannot be presented as evidence, so McIntosh Quinnier just resigned voluntarily.

The money is still his money, and he does not need to bear any legal responsibility.

As for digging deeper...

No one pushed for it at all, and McIntosh Quinnier had been chief of police for many years and knew too much and was involved too much.

Moreover, the police have a deep relationship with the local prosecutor system.

Therefore, many things cannot be checked.

Being in politics is not only about serving the people, but also about understanding the world.

The water here is so deep that ordinary people can't grasp it.

"Of course it's not that simple." Sean sneered, "But don't worry about it."

Armstrong frowned, thinking of it, nodded, turned and walked out.

……

Night, Trenton.

McIntosh Quinnier's Cottage.

Two people in dark gray clothes quietly approached the door of the villa. One of them took out a bunch of things and poked on the door a few times. With a 'click' sound, he quietly pushed the door open with the door handle.

After closing the door, one of them took out a small flashlight and turned it lightly, a faint light appeared in the room.

Borrowing the light, the two moved towards the upstairs.

After making a gesture, one of them took out a handle crossbow from his body and shook the string.

Another took out the lockpicking tool again and tried it on the bedroom door lock.

Nod your head, indicating it's ok.

Taking a deep breath, one of them slammed the door open and then flashed to the side. The other man's hand crossbow was already aimed at the person on the bed and pulled the trigger.

There was a soft sound of "collapse", and the triangular crossbow arrow shot out

Awakened by the sound of the door opening, McIntosh Quinil just opened his eyes in a daze, when a light flashed in front of his eyes, and then, with a 'poof' sound, the crossbow arrow pierced through his head.

After one shot, the crossbow adjusted its direction, and the startled woman next to her raised her head halfway, opened her mouth to scream, and heard another 'collapse'.

A crossbow arrow pierced through the woman's head again.

On the bed, a large amount of blood flowed out, soaking the bedding...

After confirming that both of them were dead, the man put away the crossbow, "Close all the curtains and start looking for things."

"OK!" Another person who was in charge of unlocking the lock gestured.

With all the curtains closed and a special flashlight emitting dim light in your mouth, you can't find anything outside.

"What are you looking for?" After searching for more than ten minutes, one person said helplessly.

"The head didn't say anything, the head just said to look for it, if you have a notebook or bribery materials, it's best, if you don't have it, pretend to have it."

"Okay, no decent person keeps a diary these days."

"Nonsense, is Mackintosh Quinell a decent man?"

The two chatted while searching.

"Otherwise, why do you want to record your crime? Crazy?"

"It's called a diary. I heard from Bill. He said it was the head. Those big people like to write this kind of stuff."

"Why? I'm afraid that others will not find evidence?"

"If nothing happened to me, this thing would not be discovered. If something happened to me, this thing is a talisman. You say, if it's you, you can write it or not."

"Uh..." The other person didn't reply, but stared at the baseboard behind the sofa, "I want to say, maybe, the head is right."

"Found it?" A surprised voice sounded.

"Who knows, anyway, the back is empty." Pulling off the skirting with all his strength, he leaned over and saw a small space with a notebook in it.

"Mommy Falk, this guy really isn't a serious person."

"have what?"

"Anyway, there's a notebook here. It's not in the safe but it's secretly hidden here. Damn, what do you think it will be!"

"Good job!"

"gone!"

……

"It's done." Sol sat down on the sofa after entering the room, picked up the cigarette on the coffee table, lit it, and took a deep breath. Then he took out a big kraft paper bag from his satchel and said, "Shit shit!" , This set of cross-shareholding plans is simply too complicated, and it took me a whole week to get it done."

"This was designed by Lamb. According to him, cross-holding shares in nine companies in three tax-free locations will definitely make Fobole feel desperate." Sean stood in front of the bar and began to wash his hands, "Drink Order something, I'll make you a cup myself as your reward."

"Angel's Kiss." Saul said weakly: "Forget about your reward, and help me get some legal business is the real thing."

"Okay." Sean took out cocoa liqueur, fresh cream 1, and cherries and said, "Why, are you going to join the law firm?"

There was no sound from Saul, and after a while, Sean walked over with a cup of Angel Kiss and put it on the coffee table, "Why, still disagree?"

"Yes." Sol's face was a little ugly.

"Want to know why?" Sean lazily leaned on the sofa and said seemingly unintentionally.

"You know!?" Saul sat up straight suddenly, "What's the reason?"

"Do you believe it when I said that your brother disagreed?" Sean said in a low voice.

"How is it possible?!" Saul's eyes widened, and he grabbed Sean's shoulder, "It's impossible, how did you know that!"

"Why is it impossible?" Sean sneered, "There are too many illogical things in this world, and everyone thinks it is impossible, but that is just reasonable. Akomo Apple and himself A daughter-in-law commits adultery, twins can be half-sons, what is impossible."

"As for the specific source of the news, you don't need to ask. The reason is actually simple. Your brother is too paranoid, and he envies you and envies you."

"This, how is it possible that he envies me?" Saul didn't believe this at all, "I'm just a little bastard, but he is a barrister who has become famous and admired by others. I have nothing to make him envious."

"I don't know the specific situation in your family, but let me give you a chestnut. When I was young, often those obedient and sensible children were not necessarily the most loved by their parents and teachers, but those who were mischievous and love to cause trouble were even more spoiled by their parents and teachers." , even female classmates like this kind of child.”

"Those mischievous, mischievous, and poor learners have no merits. Why do you like them? Will children who are obedient, sensible, and good at learning be jealous?"

"Obviously I do better, why?"

"But... Chuck is good to me." Saul still couldn't believe it.

"Okay, that's your family business, don't ask me, I don't know your brother, you go to this person." Sean handed Sol a business card, "He is a famous psychologist, he should can help you find the answer."

Saul clutched the business card tightly in his hand, and the business card became a ball.

Chapter 113: The Disappearing Notebook

Next day, noon, at Mackintosh Quinnier's house, Trenton.

Six police cars were heard at the door, and the entire villa was surrounded by a isolation belt. A large number of policemen came and went in and out of the villa, taking pictures, searching, and busy.

"Look, the lock was not destroyed by violence, which means that the other party is a professional."

"Director McIntosh and his wife were killed by an arrow to the head. Judging from the marks on the bed, the two did not struggle, which shows that death had no time to react."

"That's why I said that the killer is a professional killer, and the technique is purely pure. The reason why the crossbow arrows are used is entirely to make no sound."

"According to the location of the arrow, the killer should be standing in this direction." The speaker stood at the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and drew a straight line towards the door.

"So, my judgment is that there should be two killers. After opening the door, they went straight to the master bedroom. One was responsible for opening the bedroom door, and the other was responsible for killing."

"The cooperation is tacit, the arrow is precise, and it is definitely not a thief or thief." The speaker's tone was very affirmative.

The man's name was Sherlock Foll. He was not tall, with three-dimensional features, beard, thick hair slightly curly, with a confident smile on his face, small eyes but full of confidence.

"Let's look at the scene again. The scene was turned into a mess, the safe was opened, and the property disappeared. It looked like a thief. No, burglary and murder, but all of this was just a disguise."

"In my eyes, the killer's way of finding things is extremely professional, and the scene seems to be extremely chaotic but in fact orderly, especially here." Sherlock pointed to the sofa and said with a smile: "This sofa has been moved. The indentation was misaligned, it was presumably too dark to see, and I'm pretty sure the killer's target was behind the couch."

A fat man in a police uniform beside him frowned and waved his hand. Immediately, two men came over and moved the sofa away. At this moment, the fat policeman immediately saw a raised baseboard.

Bending down to remove the baseboard, Sherlock crawled on the ground and took a flashlight to look inside. "There should have been an object with a length of 18cm and a width of 14cm."

After stretching out his hand, he said, "It should be a notebook."

As soon as these words came out, the fat policeman's forehead twitched violently a few times.

When Sherlock got up from the ground, the fat policeman walked over with a smile and stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you, Mr. Sherlock, you have helped us a lot."

"It has delayed you for so long, then, let's go have a meal first."

Sherlock has been in this industry for so long, and he is obviously a transparent one. He smiled and shook hands with the fat policeman, "I am indeed a little hungry, so I will take my leave, Officer Emerson, if you need anything Call up."

"Okay, sorry for the trouble." The fat police officer said with a smile.

Sherlock turned and walked out. When he reached the door, he heard the voice of the fat man behind him, "This is a burglary case. The thief is very vicious. After the whereabouts were discovered by Chief McIntosh, he used a hand crossbow to kill McIntosh." Director Shi and his wife were shot dead, and a lot of property was stolen.”

"Understand!"

"Understood, I will give orders."

Sherlock paused slightly, then shook his head and walked out with a smile.

Obviously, many people do not want this case to continue to be investigated.

……

Someone had killed Mackintosh and stolen his note-book, and word soon spread to all who should know.

So the question is, what exactly does Mackintosh know that someone wants to kill him?

In whose hands did the notebook fall into?