At the door of the special morgue, several police officers were gathering to smoke, and a police officer who was blacker than a black man was rapping and playing: "......
Fifteen, all of them were killed with one knife, either cutting their throats or piercing their hearts, and the killers who killed were professional killers, even if ordinary people were so ruthless, they were not so accurate!
” "Isn't this nonsense!
Ordinary people wouldn't dare to pretend to be a police officer and throw pineapples into Ba Song's car!
Another big Panya police officer said: "Ba Song has been majestic in Chiang Mai for so many years, if it weren't for his son wanting to rape his girlfriend, he wouldn't have been beheaded all over the house, and all four sons were killed!"
” "So how important is the ideological education of children......"
The only superintendent present summed up the truth of life with emotion, and as soon as he was halfway through his words, he suddenly shouted vigilantly in the direction of the corridor shrouded in darkness: "Who!
” Several other police officers also scrambled into combat mode, shouting and drawing their guns to aim at the darkness.
"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"
There was a dry coughing sound in the dark, and when he heard this familiar voice, the superintendent was stunned for a moment, and then immediately matched the voice with the person, who didn't know that the chief inspector Chachai was an old pharyngitis for many years?
I can't go to the roots, especially in the environment with bad air, and the cough doesn't stop.
Hurriedly threw half of the cigarette in his hand into the spittoon with water, and the superintendent "snapped" and stood upright: "Sir!
” Several other police officers were stunned for a moment, and when they saw the rickety figure of Chachai completely appear in the light, there was a burst of people turning on their backs, burning cigarette butts thrown into the spittoon, a series of "snorts", and then stood in a neat row, maintaining a formation to salute the top commander of the Chiang Mai police.
Chachai is in his fifties, not only short but also with a slumped back, a bare head and no grass, and he is similar to an old man picking up rags on the side of the road without wearing a police uniform, but his temperament is aggressive.
A pair of small eyes are very sharp, and just a glance makes the police frightened and dare not come out.
"Be serious!"
Chachai scolded angrily: "Keep an eye on the door, no one is allowed to enter!"
” "Yes!"
The superintendent hurriedly took his friends to straighten their chests together, and their heels hit their heels.
Chachai turned around but changed his face, and said to the person behind him with a smile: "Sir, please come in!"
” At this time, the police noticed the person behind Chachai, who was already very short, that person was shorter than Chachai, and he was wearing a black cloak, and a pair of big black feet with straw sandals were exposed under the black cloak, and he was mysteriously standing behind Chachai without saying a word, causing them to not even see him at first.
The man in the black cloak did not answer, and unceremoniously stepped on the straw sandals and pushed the door in.
"Hey-" The police officer who was darker than the black man shouted in a daze, Chachai, the superintendent and his friends all stared at him in unison, but so many eyes staring at him were not as great as the pressure on the person in the black cloak alone, the black police officer just stared at the person in the black cloak, and the snake-like eyes hidden in the shadows made him instantly cold.
After glancing at him, the man in the black cloak continued to walk in, Chachai followed closely behind the black cloak, stopped in front of the black officer, stretched out a finger and pointed at him meaningfully, and then pointed at the other police officers one by one, and finally landed on the tip of the superintendent's nose, and scolded sharply: "You listen to me, no one is allowed to enter, otherwise I will only ask!"
” "Yes!"
The superintendent hurriedly stood up and saluted, and then watched in amazement as the black cloak and Chachai entered......
When the door closed, the superintendent and his friends let out a long sigh of relief, and the officer couldn't help but whisper to the superintendent, "Boss, why did the boss come here so late?"
Who was that weirdo just now?
Why did the boss bring that weirdo in?
It's not that no one is allowed to ......"
"Why the are you 100,000 thousand?"
The superintendent slapped him on the head, and when he turned his head and wanted to teach the black officer a lesson, he found that the black officer was still standing there in an upright position, as if he had lost his soul, and the superintendent couldn't help but shake his head, and he didn't bother to say anything more about him.
If he looked a little closer, he would find that the black officer's face was pale and bloodless, his clothes were soaked with cold sweat, and his eyes were covered with cobwebs, as if he had just woken up from a nightmare...... …… In the morgue, the chief inspector of the dignified Chiang Mai police, Chachai, was like a little minion, running in front of him, rushing to lift the white cloth covering Ba Song's body for the person in the black cloak, and then stood aside respectfully, nodding and smiling with a smile on his face, comparable to the loyal ministers of the Qing Dynasty and the middle hall.
The man in the black cloak stretched out a pair of black hands like braised chicken claws and lifted the cloak and hat, revealing a head with more layers of skin than a skeleton, and the small eyeballs in the two deeply sunken eye sockets radiated a seeping green light, like a poisonous snake staring at Ba Song's corpse viciously.
"It took me five years to eradicate dissidents and assassinate strong enemies for him, and finally pushed him to the position of the leader of Chiang Mai.
In the next 25 years, I also solved many troubles for him, both openly and secretly, so that he became a national hero and underground emperor in the hearts of Chiang Mai people.
"It's all because he deserves it, and no one knows my mind better than he does, no one understands my needs better than he does, no one."
His voice was like scratching glass with his fingernails, and it made people's hearts feel uncomfortable, and after a pause, he turned his gaze to Chachai: "Who is it?"
Who killed him?
” "Master," Chachai actually changed the name of the person in the black cloak in the environment where no one else was there: "On the day of the accident, Ba Song was going to deal with a Chinese man, and that Huaxia man was indeed very capable of fighting, and one person killed fifteen people in Ba Song."
"But according to our expert assessment, the person who killed Ba Song and his bodyguard should not be the Huaxia man.
"The one who kills Ba Song has more power, speed, reflexes, and the ability to take advantage of opportunities!
"He has reached the pinnacle of human personal force, a level that only the best of professional killers or mercenaries can possibly have......"
"Let Ba Song tell me by himself!"
The man in the black cloak snorted coldly, his black and shriveled lips muttered that he didn't know what he was muttering, and he held a small statue of the god in his braised chicken claw-like hand towards Ba Song, this statue was pitch black, with three heads and six arms, blue hair and red eyes, and bared teeth......