America’s Big Hero

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 business 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 everyone 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?

Will it bring disaster to everyone?

Combined with the reason why Mackintosh voluntarily resigned from the post of police chief, many people put their suspicions on the Dimio Group.

Thinking of the civil strife in Dimio, the politicians related to Dimio panicked for a while.

Dirk Dudley found Acomo secretly again and questioned the matter.

"I said it last time. If you don't believe me, there are people behind the scenes. The accident in the last shipment has proved that I must be the mastermind behind the scenes. I couldn't figure out why the other party took so much effort to do it before, but now , I’m sure the black hand behind the scenes is targeting Mackintosh!” Sitting in the smoothly running car, Acomo said with a gloomy face.

"I don't care who is behind the scenes." Dirk Dudley said with a very strong attitude: "Immediately, resolve your internal struggle immediately."

"You guys have gone too far recently, even using assassination methods, what else are you afraid to do!"

"I'm warning you, Fobole's people are already paying attention to this matter!"

Acomo curled his lips unobtrusively, and assassinated, oh, it’s just a police chief, and more than one president has died.

However, Acomo didn't want to really let Fobole's attack against him.

Moreover, once Mackintosh died, "many people" warned themselves secretly, "I know, and it will be resolved as soon as possible."

He has been under unprecedented pressure, not only from the political circles, but also from within the group. Even though McIntosh's death has been characterized as a 'burglary', the secret investigation has never been relaxed.

Many people are afraid of that unknown 'notebook'.

"You'd better solve it as soon as possible. People like the party have been very active recently, and the governor is under a lot of pressure, especially those ultra-conservatives. The problem of law and order chaos must be solved!"

"I...understand." Acomo took a deep breath while clutching his stomach.

...

Sean gently tossed the notebook in his hand, with a playful smile on his face.

"There aren't too many useful things recorded here." Armstrong looked at the notebook, and was a little puzzled why Sean spent so much time getting it.

"Yes, even if the contents of the notebook are exposed, the impact will not be that great, at most it will be a scandal." Sean said with a chuckle: "However, the important thing is not what is recorded in it, but the 'notebook' itself."

"Why?" Armstrong was puzzled.

"Nuclear bombs are the most deterrent only before they are launched." Sean answered irrelevantly, "Do you know McCarthy?"

"McCarthy, Joseph Raymond McCarthy, Republican, Marquette Law graduate, extreme anti-communist, representative of the extreme right, helped Eisenhower become president, McCarthyism influenced the political landscape in the early 1950s .” As an intelligence officer, Armstrong was familiar with McCarthy’s information.

"This notebook is now equivalent to the 'McCarthy List' in the past. As long as this notebook is not published for a day, all people related to Dimio and Acomo will live in fear." Sean hung a trace sneer.

Decades of development have made Dimio deeply rooted, and his influence is not only in the underground, but also in the political world.

If only the underground forces were fighting, Sean would have acted as decisively as he did against the Salamanga people.