Meiman: There is a god-level military town in my body

"The person who offered a reward to kill Li Ang is named Vikram Dodds."

Continental Hotel New York.

Crematorium.

Next to the riddled corpses of the Butcher and Lilith.

"Viklan Dodds?" Ornis frowned, "Who is he? Why did he want to kill Leon?"

"You don't know him?"

"I do not know."

Winston looked at Ornish carefully, trying to see if Ornish was acting or if there were any signs of lying.

The problem is, this time, Ornish really didn't lie.

No need to act.

After a moment, Winston smiled and said: "Viklan Dodds was once a member of the Trasov family like you, and was Viggo Trasov's lawyer and assistant."

Ornis frowned and suddenly said: "He is the deputy of the gang boss, and I...hey, I won't mention the past. In short, I don't know him, it's normal."

Before joining the council, he was just a small repairman in a gang-affiliated repair shop...

The only chance to get in touch with the gang's top brass is to repair their cars.

"Indeed." Winston nodded, "These gang-trained lawyers spend most of their time in the air-conditioned room taking care of the boss's property, contacting government officials and serious businessmen, doing all the work on the table, rarely in the office.

He appeared in front of the gang, so it’s normal that you haven’t seen him.”

"Okay, I'm too lazy to know about his past." Ornis said hypocritically, "Just tell me his address as promised."

"certainly."

Winston handed a small piece of paper to Ornis: "You'd better hurry up. The news about the shooting at Columbia Law School is overwhelming this morning. Who knows if Wickland will escape."

After a pause, he added: "He invited two waves of killers to offer bounties. He broke the rules of the entire underground world. Even if you don't cause trouble for him, I won't let him survive tonight."

"No problem." Ornish put this away, took out the gold coins to buy a wine order, and left the Continental Hotel.

But, nothing was done.

Now, all we can do is wait.

Because, Li Ang was in the small dark room of the police station.

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"I said, I have said everything I can say, but you still won't let me go." Li Ang scratched his head, "I was shot five times by thugs today. Although I was not injured, my young heart suffered a huge trauma.

Ah, can you spare the good citizens of New York and do some serious business?"

"I'm doing business." Sitting opposite Li Ang, the bearded police detective named Hart had fierce eyes.

At this time, 2 hours had passed since the shooting at Columbia Law School.

However, the police found nothing.

According to the confessions of the students and teachers at the scene, at the Columbia Law School graduation ceremony, just after Li Ang finished his speech, a tall and thin man suddenly pulled out a gun and killed him.

The story up to this point is actually quite normal.

After all, this is the United States, and there are an average of 1.6 school shootings per day.

What happens next is very unusual.

After a large number of police officers arrived at the scene, they found that although the graduation ceremony was full of traces of fighting and a black substance that God knew was blood or oil,...

There were only traces of a fight, but no bodies.

There is no body of the killer, no body of Li Ang, no body of the dean of students.

Especially the dean of students, who was shot and fell to the ground before countless students fled.

The same goes for Li Ang. Everyone saw him hiding under the podium, but no one saw him escape from the venue.

However, when Detective Hart called him an hour later, he lazily answered the call.

Hart immediately summoned Li Ang to the public security bureau for questioning. Li Ang also answered all questions, but it was difficult to tell whether what he said was true or false.

He was about to be torn apart by the thugs, but suddenly a bald man with a cloak fell from the sky and blasted the thug. He didn't know what happened next, because he ran away while the thug was being blasted by the bald man with a cloak.

However, there is one thing that Li Ang must make clear.

"Hundreds of people in the venue saw the thug shoot you five times. Even the dean of students near you was shot. How come you didn't die?" Hart asked Li Ang arrogantly.

The good image of the people is vividly displayed.

Li Ang spread his hands: "Why didn't I die? You should say thank God that a living being escaped from the clutches of the devil. That's right."

"Boy, don't change my mind." Hart refused, "I ask again, why did the thugs shoot you five times, but nothing happened to you?"

"If you insist on asking me, I can only say that the thugs used homemade shotguns. Maybe the guns were not of good quality and the guns they fired were just bad guns."

Hart seemed to have caught something and immediately laughed ferociously: "Hey, you are a college student, how can you tell at a glance that that is a homemade shotgun?"

"Because I am a gun fan with a photographic memory." Li Ang only sneered: "You can name a gun. If I can't tell you the parameters, I will squat in the cell by myself."

"ak-47."

"The caliber is 7.62 mm, the gun is 870 mm long, and the baseline is 378 mm." Li Ang followed the data in the database and showed off at the speed of a machine gun, "The muzzle velocity is 710 meters per second, the gun weight is 4.3..."

"Okay, okay, okay." Hart stopped Li Ang from showing off.

Top students are really different.

"Then...can I go?" Li Ang asked impatiently.

Hart really doesn't want to let Leon go.

However, he really had no reason to keep Li Ang.

After all, Li Ang, a college student, was the first to be shot by thugs. He was just a victim.

Hart is unwilling to let Li Ang go simply because Li Ang is the only person he has worth tracking down.

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With a serious and responsible attitude, Hart began to think about whether he should use some illegal means to detain Leon for another 24 hours...

Sudden.

The door opened.

"Who! Didn't you see that I was interrogating... and taking notes on the witness?"

Hart turned around and saw the person coming in...

It's Alexander Pierce.

Dean of Columbia Law School.

"I am Mr. Leon Heath's lawyer." Alexander's voice was low, but filled with awe-inspiring majesty. "I want to take my client away now."

Hart was about to find trouble when Alexander suddenly threw two documents on the table.

"This is the record of your illegal interrogation of prisoners last year. If you don't want me to expose it, let him go immediately."

Hart picked up the document and glanced at it, then his expression changed immediately.

"Mike, quickly bring that thing in and sign the witness's name, and then help me send him out!!!"

"How polite." Alexander smiled contemptuously, "Wouldn't it be better to do this earlier?"

"You're right." Hart almost bowed his head, "Don't worry, this is the last time you see me."

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