Born In England

The entrance of Roman Restaurant.

Erwin Robert was just about to get out of the carriage with his arm around a female companion.

"Ervin, where are we going to play after dinner?" the female companion asked Ervin Robert delicately.

"After dinner, I'll take you to watch an underground black boxing match. How about it? You haven't watched it, have you? It's very exciting!"

"Is it as exciting as you?"

"Haha... Little fairy, you will know tonight!"

Erwin Robert smiled and prepared to get out of the carriage.

1.5 km away.

That is a distance of 1500 meters.

This is definitely within the range of Barrett's sniper rifle.

Li Lin lay quietly on the roof, with his index finger on the trigger.

"Southeast Wind Level 2..."

"The temperature is 21 degrees..."

In the scope, he had already locked on Erwin Robert's head.

"It's now!"

Pull the trigger.

boom!

Almost instantly.

1.5 kilometers away, Erwin Robert's head was hit in an instant, and it exploded directly, and the red and white shots shot directly, splashing the female partner's face.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, the female companion slumped down on the carriage in fright.

The two doormen, the passers-by, and the four bodyguards of Erwin Robert were all stunned in place for an instant!

1.5 kilometers away, Li Lin saw that the target had been shot to death. He had to say that the firearms proficiency card he had drawn earlier was really good, and he hit every shot with every shot!

Just put the sniper rifle and the dropped bullet casings into the storage space, turn around and leave!

Come lightly, go lightly, without taking a single cloud.

...

Roman Hotel entrance.

The manager Acheson ran out when he heard the movement.

"what happened?"

"Accordingly, the manager... Erwin Robert was killed!" A doorman said in horror.

"What!" Erwin Robert almost fainted when he heard these words, he knew that this young master was the son of the Marquis! Now dying in front of his own restaurant, their restaurant is in big trouble!

"See who did it?"

"Report the police quickly!"

"I didn't see... I didn't see the gunman around..."

...

Because it is in the urban area.

Ten minutes later.

Seven or eight inspectors hurried over.

Another half an hour later, several of London's most famous detectives arrived one after another.

Because the status of a dead person is too great.

At this time, the scene has been sealed off.

Inspector Adelaide listened to reports from everyone at the scene, "Did any witnesses see the murderer?"

"Impossible! To investigate, immediately send someone to investigate and inquire about the situation within a radius of one kilometer, no, three kilometers!"

"Inspector, Erwin Robert's death was terrible. His head burst and he almost became a rotten watermelon! I really can't figure out what kind of firearm can achieve such power!" A detective reported with a frown.

"No matter what, we must do our best to investigate this time. The Marquis of Devin Robert must be furious now. If we can't find out by then, we will all be finished!"

"yes."

...

In a manor.

The Marquis Devin Robert was enjoying his dinner.

He ate alone, and his son went out to wander.

Since his wife's dystocia, he has not continued.

Suddenly, the housekeeper hurried in and said in cold sweat, "Master Marquis... something serious happened!"

"What's the big deal? Did Erwin lose another bet? How much did he lose?"

"No, yes, it's the young master... he was killed!" The housekeeper cried after finishing speaking.

"What?" Marquis Devin Robert stepped forward, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"What did you say?"

"Sir, the young master was killed and died in front of the Roman restaurant..."

hum~

Marquis Devon Robert fainted directly.

"Master Marquis, Lord Marquis..."

After half a day.

The old marquis in his sixties finally woke up leisurely.

"Have you found out who the murderer is?" Marquis Devon Robert asked the butler with a gloomy face.

"My lord, still, haven't found out yet... I have ordered them to find out before tomorrow!" said the housekeeper.

"Waste, a bunch of waste!" Marquis Devon Robert roared angrily.

"Who the hell, who dares to touch my son?" Marquis Devon Robert began to calm down after venting.

The son is dead, and there is no way to recover.

But the murderer must be found, whoever dares to murder his own son, he must make the other party pay the price in blood, no matter who it is!

As a marquis, he had many enemies for most of his life, and he couldn't plot against many people.

Thinking of this, his face became so gloomy that water dripped out!

"Go, accompany me to see my son."

an hour later.

mortuary.

When Marquis Devon Robert saw that his son was beyond recognition, his head turned into a rotten watermelon, he was so angry that he fainted again on the spot.

the next day.

The news of the murder of the Marquis de Devon Robert's son was a sensation in London.

After all, he is the son of a Marquis!

Ever since, martial law began.

All kinds of looking for the murderer.

However, Mao was not found!

A kill from 1.5km away.

Coupled with Li Lin's camouflage, and the fact that he retreated extremely fast, he couldn't be found at all!

Now those detectives haven't figured out what weapon the murderer used!

Because it was the first time they saw even that large-caliber warhead.

...

London.

Azure Dragon Martial Arts.

Li Zhi was a little confused when his boss called him in.

He just helped his boss inquire about the situation of the Marquis, and then the Marquis' son died.

Could it be that my lord has enmity with that Marquis?

He knew very well that when he was in Liverpool before, his lord invited a group of experts to come over and kick the Brotherhood of the Eagles.

"Li Zhi, you are one of my most trusted confidantes, and we are also from the same family. You can inquire for me yourself. When people from the Marquis family die, they are usually buried in those places!" Li Lin said lightly.

"Ah? Good!" Li Zhi was stunned for a while, then regained his composure in an instant.

In a blink of an eye.

A week passed.

The murderer has not been found.

But the son of the Marquis Devon Robert was to be buried.

this day.

In a cemetery on the outskirts of London.

The funeral procession was long.

Many people came to express condolences, more than a few hundred people.

Except for some relatives, there are many people from all walks of life, all for the Marquis of Devin Robert.

In front of the cemetery.

The coffin has already begun to be lowered.

Everyone came forward to offer their condolences.

"Master Marquis, please forgive me."

"Please grief."

"We will definitely help find the murderer!"

Everyone stepped forward to comfort, and Marquis Devon Robert cried like a tearful man. In seven days, he lost twenty catties! I cried and fainted twelve times!

This is his only son!