[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

According to incomplete statistics, there are 169 underground organizations in London, and there are also some people who are too secretive or are not counted among them because they are mixed.

The numbers are pretty dire.

In a developed city with only over 600 square kilometers, there are so many dangerous elements lurking, it is impossible to guard against.

"It should be a retaliatory shooting, look here."

"He knows where the monitors are!"

Several people sat in the office, and Anderson played back the scene of the crime again.The elevator door opened, and the two students were about to go in. The man in the elevator suddenly raised a gun and slammed it twice on their foreheads. Before they could struggle, the two students' brains burst open, blood spattered everywhere, and they fell into a pool of blood. Died instantly.

The man was wearing a black jumper and a white grimace mask. He walked to the elevator entrance, blocked the door that was about to close, and tilted his head in the direction of the monitor.

The next second, he took a step back and the elevator door closed.

Then came the subsequent tenants who came out of the elevator and screamed in horror when they saw this scene.

Song Yiqiao frowned: "Too arrogant."

"The deliberate execution of the crime, the skill with the gun, and here—"

He freezes the picture at the moment when he raises the gun, zooms in, and the tattoo on the man's wrist is very obvious.

"A repeat offender, he should have been in prison. We have investigated the recent files to see if there are eligible criminals who have escaped or been released after serving their sentences. There are hidden informants who are also actively looking for relevant organizations."

"Where is this?"

"Apartments near the school, private schools, you know, rich kids like to make troubles, and they live in high-end areas. The reason why I suspect that this case is related to the underground forces is because it was found in the room of the two of them this."

The transparent pouch contained white powder, which Song Yiqiao instantly understood.

"poison."

"Bingo! Look, this is the result of lax discipline." He shrugged. "The two have been taking drugs for a long time, but they dare not let the family know. They secretly save money, but spend too much, so they owe a lot of money." A high debt."

"What about other monitoring? I mean, where did the criminal go after he got out? Maybe there will be clues."

"Several surveillance cameras had a slight problem that night, and they haven't had time to repair it. Obviously, the murderer knows what's going on here." Anderson said this, and suddenly looked at Song Yiqiao with a half-smile, "Speaking of this, Miss Song must know better than me."

He was satirizing Song Yiqiao who destroyed the surveillance video of that night.

"Anderson!"

Inspector Lestrade scolded reproachfully, in return for the latter to spread his hands resentfully.

Song Yiqiao didn't take his sarcasm seriously at all, and Anderson only had the ability to stab others occasionally with words, and it was definitely not him who could really poke the pain point.

"The murderer knows the specifics of the apartment, is good at using firearms, and has an aggressive modus operandi. He may be a member of an underground organization—could he be a tenant of the apartment?"

"There are only five tenants in this apartment apart from students. It is still under investigation, but there is little hope."

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rang suddenly, repeating over and over again like a reminder.

Song Yiqiao was startled: "Inspector Lestrade, maybe you should change to a more gentle ringtone."

"We'll think about it." He laughed.

"Hello, who is this?...Well, I see...Okay." The police officer who answered the phone turned his head, pressed the receiver with one hand, and said in a low voice with a bitter face, "The parents of the students are here again. They are waiting in the apartment. Do you want to go?"

"Go, if you don't give an explanation temporarily, they won't let it go."

Anderson laughed at himself: "Evil capitalism."

A group of them got into the police car and rushed to the apartment where the incident happened.

"...The parents of one of the children, Ivan, are social celebrities. They usually indulge their children. Apart from this kind of thing, they began to hold the school and the police accountable. So don't talk too much at that time, it's all bad. The person you provoked, let’s just deal with it for now.”

Lestrade had no choice but to think of a way to delay.

"I see." Song Yiqiao nodded to understand.

Once the background of the victim involves some forces, the situation will become very troublesome.Those people are used to exerting pressure, they are impatient, they just want a result, or in other words, they want to pay for their lives.On the one hand, the police have limited time and the difficulty of solving the case has increased, and on the other hand, they have to balance the two parties. It is really a thankless job.

Anderson saw a text message displayed on the phone, and after opening it, his expression became serious: "Damn, that guy is here anyway."

"Who?"

"Ivan's godfather, Hubert Ferro."

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere in the police car suddenly became heavy, only Song Yiqiao was a little confused.

"Mafia?"

"Ferro...Miss Song, you have to know how much influence Vito Cascio Ferro has had on the world. If you have seen "The Godfather" starring Marlon Brando, you will understand. The movie is based on him, it can be said that he once ruled the whole Sicily at that time, and all the people worshiped him as a god and called him 'Don'."

"So, the Italian Mafia named Hubert Ferro is his descendant?"

"That's right. He usually lives in seclusion and rarely participates in social activities. Who would have expected..."

Lestrade sighed: "If it doesn't work, Anderson, prepare to hand over the case. We can't mess it up, otherwise we will cause a big trouble for the London Police Department."

"……I understand."

For Song Yiqiao, the word mafia is very unfamiliar, she has only seen it on the screen, and she still feels a little uneasy when she really has to face a big man with the power to control the wind and rain.But soon the worries were dispelled.

The mafia is organized and disciplined, and they will not do it easily. I believe they will not take their anger on others.

The place where the crime happened was not far away, and they arrived at the apartment soon.When I got out of the car, the door was empty, only a few people stood by, with serious faces, without saying a word.

"It's so strange, didn't the media come?" Song Yiqiao muttered to himself.

Normally, the reporters would sniff and follow whenever there was a slight disturbance, but now that such a big event has not happened, it is simply unreasonable.

"No one wants to provoke the mafia, Miss Song." Lestrade followed beside him, his voice was almost inaudible, "They cleaned up the scene beforehand, if there is any unsightly media following them, I'm afraid they don't want to be in London. Stay on."

"Is this legal?"

"It's very embarrassing if you can't grasp the handle and don't have the strength to eradicate them. But you have to be thankful that many mafiosos have been cleansed."

His answer is very meaningful.

The people at the door were indeed brought by Ferro. Their attitude was very peaceful. After a brief communication, they led them to the scene of the murder.In order to keep traces, the elevator has been sealed, and the group had to climb up the stairs.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, everyone remained silent and quickly arrived at the place.

"...It hasn't been found out for so long, where did your salary go? As a taxpayer, I think it is necessary for me to complain about your work attitude!"

"Madam, please calm down first." The female police officer stepped forward as if relieved when she heard the sound from the door, "You are finally here!"

"How's it going?"

"No progress yet. But the family members are feeling agitated, and it's not easy to deal with it now..."

"Are you the police in charge of the case?"

A middle-aged woman in expensive furs put her hands on her shoulders, her attitude was quite unfriendly.Her tight miniskirt wrapped her sexy buttocks, and her long, slender, white legs were exposed to the air, looking sexy and charming.The man standing beside him should be her husband, his eyes were red, and he seemed to not want to talk to others.

"Yes, is us……"

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and everyone's eyes were drawn to it.

"Clap."

The leather shoes made a crisp knocking sound when they stepped on the ground.The opponent was tall, and should be able to compete with Sherlock, with slender legs when he took a step. In the next second, Hubert Ferro appeared in front of them.

His facial features are deep and charming, which is the appearance of a typical handsome Italian young man. His black eyes first glanced at everyone casually, and then showed a gentle smile.The brand-new suit lining the whole person is tall and straight, under the faint powerful aura, some people dare not look directly at him.

"I heard that my godson had an accident. What's the reason?"

Hubert's voice was very deep, as if he was speaking under his throat. Although he was Italian, he spoke English very fluently, with an extremely standard accent.

An inexplicable power tightly suppressed their hearts.

Lestrade was a little nervous: "Sorry, there hasn't been much progress yet."

"Everything is done according to your procedures." Hubert looked good-tempered, and nodded kindly, "It's okay, you go ahead, don't care about my existence."

So young, I don't know if he is 30 years old, but he has already become a godfather.From behind that gentle face, Song Yiqiao could almost see the bloody storm hidden under the good upbringing.

This man cannot be taken lightly.

The Mafia attaches great importance to the issue of credibility, and now that they have obtained the promise, several police officers finally let go of their hanging hearts a little.After comparing the evidence, they start to make the next step of judgment.

Song Yiqiao understood that her identity at the moment was not suitable for getting involved too much. She carefully observed the direction of the surveillance probe and the surrounding directions, trying to find some useful information so that it would come in handy.Suddenly, a keen intuition made Song Yiqiao subconsciously turn around.

How long the young godfather stared at her for an unknown amount of time.

After seeing Song Yiqiao look back, he took off his glove and held out a hand.Hubert's fingers were slender and clean, with well-defined joints, like a pampered kid from a rich family. If it weren't for the fact that the calluses on his fingertips revealed the fact that he had used guns for a long time, it would be difficult to associate the word mafia with him.

Song Yiqiao hesitated, and shook hands with him politely.

"Excuse me, I haven't asked your name yet?"

"Song Yiqiao."