Meiman Killer Daily

14

"I want to find a lawyer! Don't talk nonsense to me here. I have been arrested many times and I know your work process!"

A strong man was handcuffed and stuck on the table in the interrogation room. He glared at the two policemen in front of him and roared loudly. Even the policemen themselves were stunned by his words. One of them threw the strong man's identity file on the table.

The idiot in front of him turned out to be a gangster who committed all kinds of crimes. This time it was just an insignificant case among the many other people who were detained.

"Davis, you are really disgusting. Is this the name of Iron Fist? You walk around the streets every day to bully people who are weaker than you!?"

"If they don't give me money, shouldn't they be bullied by me? Don't talk nonsense to me. In short, I won't say anything until my lawyer comes, and I have the right to apply for parole. As long as you dare to touch a hair on my head,

, I will sue you until everything goes bankrupt!"

When a bastard is more familiar with interrogation and police work procedures than the police, then the bastard is already a hopeless social cancer. Unfortunately, New York does not have a death penalty bill. If this man named Davis is in Texas

, I estimate that grass has already grown one meter high on the grave.

"This damn bastard, why didn't Stark just throw him to death from thousands of miles above the ground?"

The annoyed policeman slammed the door and came out, lit a cigarette angrily and roared angrily. This time Davis drove and killed three children in their twenties, but Davis was a very rich man, and his

The family's businesses are spread all over Europe, and of course these are all black trades, businesses that are not on the table.

So the police can imagine that when Davis uses money to forcefully open a road, even if he is acquitted, it is still possible in this magical country, and the consequences brought by the three living lives

The value may only be tens of thousands of dollars in compensation, and a life of more than 20 years is only worth tens of thousands of dollars. Thinking of this, the police beat the wall with their fists.

"Tell Jacks to stop interrogating him and let him go for 24 hours. He has the right to demand behavior under the law, and we also have the means under the law."

Another policeman walked out of the interrogation room with a rather unsightly expression, because Davis was really familiar with this routine. The smoking policeman gave him instructions simply, although he could not let Davis get it.

He should be punished, but he can also find ways to disgust the other person.

"Sir, there's a lawyer out there asking to see Davis."

"lawyer?!"

Just as the two policemen were thinking about how to disgust Davis, another policeman from the opposite corner of the corridor came over and handed the documents to the two of them with a helpless expression.

"He said he was Davis's full-time lawyer, and there was absolutely nothing we could do to stop him. He even threatened us that if we didn't let him see Davis, he would summon the media to the police station."

"What a damn bastard!"

…

"You are my lawyer!"

The furious policemen glared at Peter as he walked into the interrogation room, because the interview room had not yet been prepared. Their eyes were enough to kill people, which showed how much the police despised these brainless lawyers. A group of people who work for money will win.

Even if you talk about the truth of justice, you really want to put the muzzle of the gun into these people's mouths to see if the truth in the muzzle of the gun is justice, or if they can bend the pistol.

"Davis Modric, Mr. Mox's family was killed a year ago. You didn't even spare his one-year-old child, and threw him from a fifty-story building just because

Mr. Mox insulted you and refused you to open a drug business in his restaurant!"

The surveillance equipment was turned off, and any remarks made by the lawyer could not be used as evidence in court. Even the law prohibited the police station from recording the chat between the lawyer and the defendant. Peter sat down to sort out the documents and did not ask Davis some questions professionally.

Instead, something similar to a camera is placed on the desktop.

"You are my lawyer. Why are you asking me about this? Quickly deal with those idiots outside. I have a beautiful woman tonight..."

He was careless at first, but then he got stuck. He will never forget that familiar face, because the biggest taboo joke in New York is that Kingpin was once willing to spend five million a year to buy his life. A brainless killer named Peter would rather do it for

Twenty thousand yuan to kill a multi-millionaire.

"You are not a lawyer, you are Peter the Killer!"

With a smile on his face, Peter nodded slightly. It was impossible for ordinary people to know his identity. But Davis, a bastard with a net worth of over ten billion, knew that he was considered normal. A killer would still be losing money by being like him, because

Often in order to kill a target, one is losing money in business at this stage.

For example, the bank president who was killed last time was only given 200,000 yuan by his oppressed family, and they even bought their own house to barely make up the amount. However, in order to attend the banquet, he spent all his money.

A ticket costs 150,000 US dollars, a suit costs 10,000 US dollars, a fake identity costs 8,000 US dollars, renting a fancy luxury car costs 200,000 US dollars a day, and after shooting, you have to be reviled by thousands of people. It is tiring to think about it.

of.

"You should feel pain, because the Mox family is not dead. His second son had a fight with his father in the morning, stayed at his girlfriend's house all day, and never left for a whole year because he was afraid of your revenge.

My girlfriend's home, the two of them depend on each other for life. I have to say that it would be absolutely sensible if it were made into a movie. Of course, the most sensible thing is that they found me on my website..."

As the saying goes, every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and he always wants Davis to understand that what happened a year ago may have been forgotten by Davis himself. The man who smuggled himself into the United States from Mexico and persisted in fighting for thirty years finally finally made it to the United States.

I have achieved some prosperity in life, and have four children and a beautiful wife. Unfortunately, I have a decent way of doing things and rejected this gangster who would use violence without saying a word when he was unhappy.

The miserable story is full of helplessness. This society is so ruthless, and no one can change it. This is the way of life of human beings. They always say that they are the creatures at the top of the wisdom chain, and they always sympathize with other kinds of people.

Animals, but humans themselves, can kill each other, even devour each other, and often can't help but even enjoy it.

"I will give you ten times as much as they give you... No... I will give you everything I have, everything is yours! Don't kill me! Don't kill me!"

ah!

He stood up nervously, but couldn't do anything more because his hands were handcuffed on the table. Peter pinned Davis down on the table with a slap with one hand, and pierced Davis' arm with a dagger, stabilizing his body.

, no matter how hard the other party struggled, Peter remained unmoved and stepped on the other party's face with one foot raised high.

"Don't be so nervous, we still need a little solemn introduction!"

"Peter! You must not die well! You must not die well!"

The cliché of cursing is like copying the repeaters of other dead people. Peter really wants to ask those people, even if he doesn't die well, can you help me and me, or will he die by his own hands in the end?

Here, I got up so angry yesterday morning that I was hung up and beaten by an unknown old man. Now I can only use Davis to make surprises. Others who meet the old man become the Holy Emperor. Why did I meet the old man?

It's so unfriendly.

"Don't be so angry. I know I don't want to die well. Please use another word!"

The call was finally connected at this moment, and Peter reached out and broke the howling Davis' jaw. The soundproofing effect of the interrogation room was really good, which helped him eliminate a lot of troubles.

"Can Carter hear me?"

"Um."

"Did you see him?"

"Um."

"Let's make some money."

"Thanks!"

"I hope you won't find me next time!"

In the pitch-black video conversation, Peter couldn't see the other person's face. He put down his foot and grabbed Davis, who was already like a dead fish. He grabbed his hair and pulled the car to the phone. He only got a one-word answer after saying a word, the last thank you.

Vibrato seemed to be crying, and then he quickly and decisively ended the call. Peter sighed with emotion at the beeping busy signal on the phone, and summoned a pistol with his other hand to aim at Davis' head.

"No!"

Bang……

After doing all this, Peter walked to the other end of the interrogation room. The interrogation room is the southernmost room of the police station, facing the corridor. Two grenades were taken out of his arms and before Peter could fasten them to the wall with tape, there was a loud bang.

With a sound, the wall was directly exploded, and a miniature aircraft flew into the red light and scanned Peter.

"But it makes it easy for me to find."

"I'm at work, can you give me some free time?"

…

"Who are you being hunted by?"

In the end, he was still found by Stark, but it didn't matter that Peter was not doing anything shameful. Sitting on the comfortable sofa in Stark's mansion, he had the same one once upon a time.

"I wish I knew."

Faced with the question, Peter shook his head. Apart from knowing about a team of mutants, he really didn't know what Mystique was doing. Stark said again

"I need you to help me capture Natasha and the others, don't hurt them!"

"Stark, I am not your dog. I will come and go at a moment's notice!"

"..."

He bluntly refused Stark's order. He killed Fury because he was unhappy with him, but it didn't mean that he had to cooperate with Stark. Moreover, he still had his own ideas and goals and had no time to talk to Stark.

To achieve that so-called world peace.

"Stark, I have something to sell you, but I need you to help me build a real, fictional company!"

"What's the meaning?"

Suddenly, Peter remembered something. The umbrella company he was bragging about was just talk. There is no such thing as an umbrella in the real society. Looking at Stark, he thought of that old man again, and made a decisive decision.

"It is an extremely low-key company with a century-old heritage. It has abundant funds, and the identity of the company is a mystery. It is not investigated by any organization or force. However, through the secret channels of some businessmen, you can still find out a little bit on the Internet.

Clues, of course I won’t let you do this in vain, how about I give you this thing!” (To be continued)