The Underworld Detective

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After having a hearty dinner, as we walked to the hotel to discuss, the most important clue at the moment is undoubtedly the tattoo on the deceased. The old man did not gain much on the Internet. Most people do not wear this weird tattoo style. It may be customized. They can only visit the tattoo shops in Macau through Officer Liang.

Night fell, and the city of Macau was lit up with neon lights at night. It was obviously December, but the air was still warm and moist, and the night wind felt very comfortable on the face.

The old lady asked, "Shall we go to the casino and investigate the clues?"

I cursed, "I ’m not here. You just want to play. Let's do this case. Don't go to a sensual place."

The old man mumbled, "Can the monkey go again?"

Huang Xiaotao said, "It's okay to wait and see when the case is done. Of course, look at the fun, don't touch gambling. Sun Bureau, is it approved?"

Sun Tiger laughed: "I'm not your boss now, you don't need to ask me, don't forget to bring me."

The crowd was instantly happy and the atmosphere was harmonious. Just then, across the road from Cheshui Road, I saw a figure wearing a black cape and a familiar mask on my face, and I stopped in amazement.

"Senior?" Song Xingchen also saw it.

The sword **** beckoned at me and entered the alley. I told the others to come back and crossed the road with Song Xingchen.

We walked straight into the dark alley. The sword **** walked fast in front of him. It seemed to be taking us somewhere. I was accustomed to his mysterious style, without any doubt.

Just then, a figure fell from above, and the cloak behind him trembled fiercely, like a night owl descending from the sky.

A closer look turned out to be another sword god!

Without saying a word, the second sword **** stabbed at the first one. The first person flashed a step backwards, and actually pulled out a pistol from his waist. This move made me believe that he was a fake.

When the gun rang, the sword flashed sharply, and the bullet hit the wall, and he cut off the opponent's finger with a knife.

The opponent's gun fell to the ground, and the sword **** danced a silver light in the transparent short knife in his hand, and quickly pushed him back to the corner. The counterfeit even took out a gun with his left hand, pointed at his chin quickly, then slammed a shot and fell to his knees on the ground.

This scene happened so fast that Song Xingchen and I were both a bit surprised. The sword **** closed the knife. I noticed that there was no drop of blood on his cold-sensing knife, and then he walked over and opened the fake mask.

"Even I dare to pretend, causing me to have to show up." Sword God said spitefully.

I walked over and found that the counterfeit was a young man in his twenties. The bullet had just passed through his brain, opened a hole in the back of his head, and was dead.

What is more infiltrating is that his mouth was stitched with threads, and the sword **** tore the threads of his mouth, and opened his mouth. The tongue inside was only half-cut. He shook his head and said, "Such a crazy assassination must be The clown's hand. "

"Clown?" I was taken aback.

"This VIP has something to do with ..." Before the words of Sword God were finished, suddenly there was a dense gunshot outside the alley, and a louder laughter than the gunshot.

I shouted, "Oops, Xiao Tao them!"

We rushed out of the alley and saw a ragged, unlicensed van fleeing fast, bumping a lot of vehicles along the way, where Huang Xiaotao was standing, the shop windows behind them were smashed, and several of them All fell to the ground.

My heart tightened for a while, and sudden changes stopped vehicles on the road. I quickly crossed the road and saw Huang Xiaotao they were getting up. It turned out that the moment the killer appeared, Wang Yuanchao and Sun Tiger quickly pressed everyone down, and no one was injured.

Although they were shocked, everyone was frightened. Song Xingchen and I dragged them up one by one. When I pulled Wang Yuanchao, he covered his waist, and I asked, "Uncle Wang, you were shot Anymore? "

"No, the last injury was torn, trivial." Wang Yuanchao took the jug out of his arms and took a sip.

"It's terrible!" Sun Bingxin was afraid. "You didn't see it. The person who shot the gun just painted a perverted face, and said he wanted to perform magic for us."

"That's the clown in the Seven Heavenly Kings!" Sword God said, "For another place, I have some information to tell you."

Officer Liang stayed to clean up the scene. He vowed to tell us that Macau is the safest city in Asia. This kind of thing hasn't happened in 20 years. There was a hint of shame in his tone. In fact, it was me who was really ashamed, and it was we who attracted the madmen.

We went back to the bureau and found an empty room. Sword God said: "You don't know how big this time is. The VIP you are looking for may be related to the power structure of the organization in the future."

Sun Tiger said unbelievably: "Mr. Old, is this VIP so important? Is he the core figure of the organization?"

"I know as much information about VIPs as you do, but I heard that in order to get VIPs, all the clowns, gamblers, six mad chefs, blood parrots, and Huangquan bone-buying people will arrive in Macau.

When we heard this, we couldn't help but breathe in cold air.

"How did you get this information?" Sun Tiger asked.

"Serpentine, I have my channel." Blade God sent a ghastly response from under the mask.

My eyes lit up: "You wired people in your organization, right?"

Sword God laughed rarely: "Smart, I do have some informants in the organization."

"Are these people credible?" I asked.

"They are all criminals. Criminals are profit-oriented and do not talk about principles. As long as I'm willing to spend money, it is not difficult to get information."

After speaking, the sword **** took five metal cards from his pockets, representing the remaining five kings. He laid them out in turn, then put the clown and Huangquan bones together, and the gambler and the six crazy chefs.

He told us that the clown and the Huangquan bone-buyer were on the same line; the gambling saint was originally on the side of King Jing. Since the death of King Jing, he chose to join forces with six crazy chefs. As for the blood parrot, this woman has always been fickle No clear position.

King Jing's death can be said to be a blockbuster in the organization. Here we have to mention the Shura blood sacrifice. The sword **** once said that the Shura blood sacrifice is only a ritual. Its purpose is to re-select the Seven Heavenly Kings.

The Shura Blood Festival is held every ten years and will be held soon this year. It has always been hosted by King Jing, because he has the oldest and deepest influence! It is conceivable that the host of the ceremony has absolute prestige and power, and at the same time can support his subordinates in the process of selecting new people.

The incumbent Huangquan bone man, blood parrot, gambler, and dead dog trainer were originally raised by King Jing, but they later parted ways because of their interests.

Now King Jing is gone. The most powerful Huang Quan bone-buyer and the next six mad kitchens have unilaterally announced that they will preside over the Shura blood sacrifice. The two sides have begun to engage in evil, so they all want this legacy left by King Jing— —VIP!

Whoever gets it will become the new hegemon in the organization.