The Hearthstone system of a certain American comic

"Lindsay, our great warrior, I have a very important task for you." Green said.

"Really? It's very important...I'll finish it." Lindsay's eyes lit up.

"Yes, Officer Randy, I'm going to tie him to that chair now." Green pointed to the wooden chair next to him, "Lindsay, come and watch him."

"Well, is this an important task?" Lindsay asked.

"This is very important. Let's tie him up first." Green turned to look at Randy and made a gesture of invitation.

Soon, Randy was tied up, and the wireless camera was installed and connected to the mobile phone. At that time, Green could use the mobile phone to show Randy was kidnapped in front of the Sheriff.

"It's too tight, can you loosen it a little bit?" Randy frowned and asked.

"Let's make do with it," Green said.

"Brother, why did you tie up Mr. Randy?" Lindsay was puzzled.

"He is a hostage and a guarantee of our safety." Green said, "Lindsay, always hold your phone. If your phone vibrates, it means there is danger over there. You can cut off his phone with a sword." Throat."

"Wait a minute," Randy called out, "Green, do you remember that I am a pretend hostage, not a real hostage?"

"I remember, Randy." Green nodded as he looked at Randy who was tied to the chair.

"Then you just talked about cutting your throat."

"Yes, the fake hostages also have their throats cut." Green smiled, "But I'm not in danger, so you won't have your throats cut."

"No, let me go... let me go, I'm no longer a hostage," Randy shouted.

"Randy, congratulations on your upgrade. You have been upgraded from a fake hostage to a real hostage." Green said with a smile.

"Brother, what's going on?" Lindsay was a little confused.

"Lindsay, the only thing you need to remember is that when I vibrate your phone, you kill him, please." Green instructed.

"I understand, there must be a reason for what brother wants to do." Lindsay nodded firmly, and half of the sword from her waist was pulled out. The sharp blade made Randy frightened, "As long as brother gives me When my phone vibrates, I will seal my throat with my sword."

"G...Green, please...please...I, I won't be this hostage anymore," Randy begged with a tearful voice, "Your sister...is only a teenager, how can you bear to let her do this?" Killing someone...killing someone will cause a psychological shadow in her childhood."

"For ordinary families, this is indeed the case." Green said calmly.

Randy was desperate. He almost forgot...Both Green and his sister Lindsay were the descendants of the Black Hand Emperor Kingpin. Murder was just a trivial matter before the end of the world. Everyone in the Fisk family was ruthless. Among the characters, Green is considered the friendlier one.

Green sighed inwardly.

I want to take advantage of your timid character so that you will not be suspected by the Sheriff. To use the Sheriff, you must make the Sheriff think that you are really being held hostage.

And your acting skills are a joke. To make it look real, you have to think it is real. That’s why I told my sister to tell you. I will not deceive the people who help me. I will not press the vibrate button under any circumstances. , so my sister will not cut her throat, and you will never die from it.

Green could only say these words in his heart, because if Randy knew about it, the original effect would be lost.

"Greene Fisk, Loha is dead, did you know?"

The speaker was sitting on a chair, wearing a blue leather jacket, and holding a pistol in his hand. Although the gun hole was not pointed at Green, he would raise the gun and shoot at any time.

Green has now arrived at the living room of Boss Griff's wooden house. The person wearing a blue leather jacket and holding a gun in his hand is Sheriff Denis, and Boss Griff is sitting next to the Sheriff, with a gloomier face than the Sheriff. Yes, he also had a pistol, but it was still on his waist and not drawn out.

"Relax, Sheriff, I heard what Randy said about Loja's death." Green said.

"Randy didn't go to see the corpse with Ellie, but came to your place to report the news." The police chief's eyes widened.

"Don't get me wrong, he came to catch me," Green said. "He swung the steel rod at me, trying to knock me out, but I was superior. His life or death now depends entirely on me..."

Before Green finished speaking, he caught a glimpse of Grif's elbow moving out of the corner of his eye. Sure enough, Grif had drawn his gun.

Griff knew what Green wanted to say. He guessed that Green was going to threaten Randy's life and death, but Randy's life and death had nothing to do with him. Griff only wanted to avenge his dead old friend.

In order to prevent the Sheriff from stopping him, Griff decided to shoot Green early before the Sheriff could react and save himself from trouble.

Flames spurted out from the muzzle of the gun, and a bullet shot straight towards Green.

Green's eyes suddenly became sharp.

I saw the trajectory of the bullet and was prepared to meet it in advance. Next, it depends on whether I am lucky or not.

With a clang, the bullet was deflected by Green's raised sword and bounced to the corner.

The tiger's mouth was slightly numb from the shock, and Green took a deep breath: "Sheriff, if you don't stop him, it will be too late."

"How is that possible?" Griff's eyes widened. He never thought that his gun attack would be blocked by Green with a knife. What a terrible reaction and vision. Even if he expected that I would shoot and be prepared for me. , how can you see the high-speed trajectory of the bullet and block it at the right position with your knife?

This guy must be lucky

However, Green just saw the trajectory of the bullet. His dynamic vision was much better than that of ordinary people. In addition to the dynamic vision training he received when he was a child, he relied more on his gift of True Seeing lv.1.

The sergeant quickly pressed down Griff's arm holding the gun, "Griff, didn't you hear him say Randy was in his hand? What do you mean by shooting?"

"Someone must bury my old friend with him." Griff said coldly, "This guy is a murderer. How do you know Randy must be at his place? Maybe Randy has been killed by him. Take your hand away and let me finish it." A murderous demon"

Green smiled: "This is interesting. If you kill me, wouldn't you also become a murderer?"

As he spoke, Green pointed the phone screen at the Sheriff. The wireless camera clearly showed the Sheriff through the phone screen that Randy was tied to a chair, with a real sword held up around his neck, and the hilt of the sword. In Lindsay's hands.

The Sheriff could feel Randy shivering through the screen.

"You really think your sister will kill the Sheriff's nephew and she dares to kill anyone," Grif said coldly, trying to break free from the Sheriff's control.

"Begriff, this is my only relative, don't take risks with him," the police chief stopped him, "Have you forgotten who they were before?"

Indeed, if it were Kingpin's daughter, no one could tell whether she would dare to kill someone.

"I should have refused them entry into this safe zone from the beginning." Griff gritted his teeth. "Loha is such a mastermind that he made his daughter fall in love with a pervert from a family of perverts."

Green observed that Griff's shoulders were relaxed and knew that the Sheriff had successfully suppressed him. He immediately smiled and said, "You think I must have killed Loha."

"You didn't kill him, so your brother killed him." Grif leaned forward and glared at Green.

"Green." The police chief looked at Green, "You want to deny that you killed Loha?"

"My brother had his arm cut off during a conflict with Loha before. He lost too much blood and fell into a coma. I sent him to Dr. Strange for treatment. Loha was still alive at that time, so it couldn't be him," Green said.

"Then it can only be you." Grif said, "How about I call Loha's daughter to testify that she went to see her father's body? I can imagine how sad she is."

"Chief." Green suddenly cast his gaze on the Sheriff's face with a smile. "Out of the corner of my eye, I saw your left hand seeming to be making small moves behind your back. Are you trying to send a message to inform the police outside? My Cabin Rescue Randy”

"This..." The police chief's face turned blue, and he felt uncomfortable having his little trick seen through.

Green smiled and said: "But obviously, your touch typing skills are not good enough and you haven't finished writing the message. Now before I can tell Lindsay to cut her throat with one click, please put your phone back immediately and let me finish what I said, okay?"

"Okay...Okay." The police chief nodded, took out his phone and put it on the wooden table aside.

"What else do you have to say?" Griff stared at Green, his gun-holding arm still being held down by the Sheriff's right hand.

"The person who killed Loha was someone else," Green said.

"This is your claim." Grif snorted coldly. "Why should I believe you? All the evidence, plus your identity before the end of the world, points to you. Ellie said that you and her father broke out. Serious dispute."

"I don't deny this, but I did not kill him. The reason is very simple. Unlike what you think, I don't have a gun." Green said.

Loha was shot to death, so the murderer must be someone with a gun. The Sheriff and Grif in front of him are both people with guns. Apart from them, the only person Green knows who has a gun is Loha. Ha himself committed suicide, but Luo Ha did not have a gun at the time, so it was impossible to commit suicide.

"You don't have a gun, do you think I will believe it?" Griff said coldly.

"check it out."

Green flipped the phone's page to the logistics interface and pointed the phone screen at Grif.

"This is the Desert Eagle that I ordered a few months ago. However, there was an accident during the airdrop and the materials were damaged. You can see the logistics positioning. This Desert Eagle did not arrive in my hands. I contacted the weapons dealer and said I was offered a replacement, but it hasn’t happened yet, so I don’t have any guns at all right now.”

Grieve and the Sheriff squinted to look at the display screen of Green's phone. Indeed, the logistics map on it was located thirty kilometers away from here, which meant that the gun was indeed not in Green's hands.

"Green, I believe you on this, because the Desert Eagle changed this thing... If it were a murder weapon, the bullet would not be stuck in Loha's throat." The police chief said sternly.

Indeed, the Desert Eagle is a large-caliber pistol. If it were a murder weapon, Loha's entire head might be shattered. How could it be stuck in his throat?

Grieve nodded, agreeing with what the sergeant said. The murder weapon should be a small-caliber pistol, which was very low-power but enough to kill.

"Although the record shows that you did not buy a gun, you may still have stolen someone else's pistol," Grieve said angrily, "If it wasn't you who killed it, who would have killed it?"

"In this world, guns are extremely valuable. Do you think someone would let their life-saving weapon be stolen?" Green said calmly, "Just like Grif, your pistol might be stolen by me. No, because You care about it and keep it under tight control even when sleeping. I am not a professional thief. Stealing a gun is an almost impossible task in this world."

"Green, if you insist so, then the only possibility is that the murderer is Loha himself. Apart from me, Grif, only Loha has a gun. Do you think Loha is an unthinkable person?" Sheriff Ask questions.

"He's not that kind of person." Green smiled, "And you didn't find Loja's gun at the scene, so of course he didn't commit suicide."

"According to the search, there was indeed no gun at the scene, but there was this hatchet."

The Sheriff said as he squinted his eyes and looked at the short ax placed on the table. The tip of the ax was stained with sticky blood.

"The fingerprint extraction has been done. Green, do you dare to compare your fingerprints?" Grif said coldly.

"You seem to have misunderstood something." Green couldn't help but smile.

"What did I misunderstand?" Grif asked.

"I have never denied that I hurt Loja." Green smiled, "What I maintain is that the murderer is someone else."

"Who?" the police chief asked.

"Guys with guns," Green laughed.

"Tell me who he is?"

Grif's arms suddenly broke away from the Sheriff's suppression, and the hole of the pistol was pointed at Green. There was anger in his eyes, because there were only three people with guns, Grif, the Sheriff, Loha, and Green. He and Loja committed suicide, so the suspect became between Grif and the Sheriff. This result made Grif angry. He wanted to hear who Green was going to pin the murderer on.

If Green said he was the murderer, he would not hesitate to pull the trigger and shoot Green in the head. He firmly believed that this time Green would not block the bullet with his sword.

"I already know who it is, but I have to go to the scene for final confirmation." Green said with a straight face.

Grif stared at Green closely, frowning, and thought for a few seconds: "Just in time, let's go to the scene to have a look, but don't play tricks, no matter what you do, you can't escape my eyes. This is how I can become the boss of the camp. Reason, remember that.”

This man is so good at showing off... I can hardly hold back my laughter. Randy told me the reason why you became the boss of the camp is not because you have a lot of money, a gun, and you keep shouting about yourself. Having managed a factory before, you can naturally manage a camp well, so the people who planned to start a business here considered you the boss.

Green suppressed a smile and nodded seriously, "So, what do you think of the Sheriff?"

"Of course I have no objection. I hope the murderer is not you, Green." The police chief took a deep breath.

On the way, the police chief walked behind Green and kept observing him. He saw the faint smile on the corner of Green's mouth, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a hint of admiration for Green in his heart.