Chapter 555 The Real Killer

The news of Lin Dong being shot spread quickly throughout Seattle.

Before G4, which is now watched by almost the entire United States, and after the God Arena had just been burned last night, such a thing happened, which was simply a big deal.

The local newspapers and media in Seattle published the news as soon as possible, and Lin Dong was immediately sent to the hospital. Then all the follow-up news was completely blocked by the hospital and the Sonics, but according to eyewitnesses, he should have been shot in the head at that time.

Lin Dong died?

This news was too sudden.

In the face of the overwhelming speculation and inferences in the United States, neither the Sonics nor the owner Yang Dong made any statement on this.

The star player suffered such a heavy blow, but he did not come out to clarify the rumors...

All fans who like the Sonics and Lin Dong are extremely worried. Various prayers and blessings on the Internet often exceed 10,000 likes, and a building can easily be built with thousands of floors.

This is only in the United States. In Dragon Country, when CCTV reported this incident temporarily in the 12 noon news, the entire Dragon Country was shaken.

Frankly speaking, the Internet in Longguo is a magical place. No matter how good a person is, there will always be black fans here to criticize him.

The more famous Lin Dong has become in recent years, the higher his status in Longguo basketball and even in the world basketball, the more support and admiration he gets in Longguo, and the more people who criticize him will naturally be more. This makes it common to see voices arguing about Lin Dong on the Internet in Longguo, which is not particularly developed at the moment.

Some people are jealous, some are interested, some just like to sing against the public, and some are 1450 who never forget to attack Longguo and try to destroy Longguo's national self-esteem.

And driven by these people, Lin Dong has been a mixed bag of praise and criticism in China in recent years.

——Look at this guy, he has become arrogant after becoming famous, and rarely comes back to participate in various national team competitions. This is forgetting his roots!

——He also married a foreign wife, this is worshipping foreigners!

——I heard that he has a good relationship with the Japanese, this is forgetting his roots!

——This guy has already earned enough money. He has money to invest in European teams, but he is unwilling to invest in China! He was also photographed buying a mansion, yacht and sports car in Seattle. This guy has been completely corrupted by the bourgeoisie!

——Maybe he has already got a green card! Last time, he scolded the national fans because of his foreign wife!

——That's right, our Dragon Country is not without excellent players. Why do you only praise him? Isn't Dayao good?

——That's right! Without him, we are also the first in Asia! And even if he was there, wouldn't we still lose to the United States in the Olympics? What's the big deal!

Jealousy is a disease. Even most neutral fans will inevitably be led astray by these people occasionally. Even if there are still more fans who firmly support Lin Dong, this kind of debate has never stopped since the day he became popular.

But this time, all the voices that are not favorable to Lin Dong have died down.

Lin Dong was shot? Shot in the head? Maybe he is dead?

When a person shines brightly, people always tend to pick out a black spot in the light, but ignore the light itself.

But when a guy who shines brightly suddenly goes out, when he seems to have lost his light, people will realize how much light and joy he once brought to people.

Everyone thought that this guy was well-off in the United States and made money lying down, but never thought about what kind of pressure he was carrying for his unique position in the NBA.

Some people say that when you see cockroaches at home, it proves that the cockroaches in the dark are overflowing.

And when you see that Lin Dong has been shot, it is enough to prove how many times he has suffered threats and coercion from hostile fans and capital in that country before.

Real fans cried bitterly, neutral fans who had been blackened by Lin Dong once or twice were ashamed, and even the staunch black fans and 1450s all shut up this time.

Blackening a "dead man", or a great dead man, can they keep up this rhythm?

After a brief calm, the Internet in Longguo turned into a cry of mourning for the whole country. Countless people regarded the United States as their lifelong enemy. Many people who were filled with righteous indignation even raised the matter to a diplomatic level. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Embassy of Longguo also asked about the matter at the first time, showing considerable attention.

From the fans of the Supersonics in the United States, from Longguo, from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and even from the CIA, the President also asked about it personally... The terrible pressure was pressed on the Seattle police. Even if Seattle’s own anger about this matter is not mentioned, these pressures alone are enough to make them wake up and investigate.

The police quickly locked the attack point on the rooftop of the museum next door through ballistic speculation, and found the disassembled XM109 in the garbage pile on the ground floor of the museum. Unfortunately, the gun body was wiped very clean, leaving no fingerprints at all, and even the gun number was erased, and the source could not be found at all.

The police then retrieved all the surveillance of the museum that day, but did not find any abnormalities and could not lock the target at all.

There are four roads leading to the rooftop in the entire building, but all four roads also lead to the toilet on the second floor. The police tried to treat all people who went to the toilet from opening in the morning to 11 o'clock as suspects, but they found that this was simply unrealistic.

The entire Boeing Aviation Hall received a total of 4,289 passengers before 11 a.m., of which 2,799 had gone to the toilet.

And there were no surveillance cameras on the second and third floors, so we could only see them going up to the second floor and heading to the toilet. How could we investigate this?

According to the length of time spent in the toilet? There were actually more than a thousand people screened out, and the police had only investigated one-third of them so far. The police felt that this approach was completely unworkable.

Either they had diarrhea or they went to the toilet to smoke a cigarette. Anyway, they had sufficient reasons and time to stay in the toilet. The murderer was not found, but the police interrogated several drug addicts, which was of no help to the case.

What about everyone's backpack? After all, if he wanted to take the gun to the roof and then throw it away, then no matter whether he brought it up in his backpack or hid it on his body, it would inevitably change after going up and down the stairs.

But even if the state police who checked the surveillance had red eyes and kept dripping eye drops, they could not find any problems from those videos.

The shooting occurred at 11 o'clock. By around 4 or 5 o'clock in the afternoon, the investigation of the case had reached a dead end and could not move forward.

However, Seattle has had several waves of public security incidents because of this.

Because a Cavaliers fan threw a fuel bottle at the God Arena last night, the Sonics fans naturally thought that it must be the work of the Cavaliers fans, because they have a criminal record and a reason to commit a crime!

Since G4 is still in Seattle, there are still many Cavaliers fans from all over the United States. At this moment, all Cavaliers fans are regarded as suspects and criminal targets by angry Seattleites and Sonics fans.

In just four hours from 4 pm to 8 pm, more than 40 violent wounding incidents occurred in Seattle, resulting in 1 death and 78 injuries. All the victims were Cavaliers fans.

All the fans and gangs in Seattle took action. All the outsiders who checked into major hotels in the past two days were questioned layer by layer, and felt the deep terrorist hostility from this city, which seemed to be ready to bloodbath Seattle outsiders.

Many Cavaliers fans were so scared that they wanted to run away overnight, but... who dares to run? If you run away, you're a suspect!

9 hours after the shooting, around 9 o'clock in the evening, the news of Lin Dong in the hospital was still blocked by the Sonics, and outsiders didn't know whether he was alive or dead, but the situation had escalated, so that Seattle not only urgently mobilized police forces from all over the country to rush to help, but also directly imposed a curfew on the entire city. No matter whether outsiders or locals were allowed to appear on the streets, all outsiders were checked for their check-in information in various hotels, etc.

Warwick Hotel.

Pete swiped the room card to open the door.

He glanced at a strand of hair that he habitually stuck in the crack of the door. The position where it fell was exactly the same, which proved that no one had entered his room.

He relaxed, tore off the mustache on his lips, poured himself a glass of red wine, lay down on the comfortable sofa, and dialed a number.

"The mission is completed, the eagle's head is broken, and that guy will never appear in your hunting ground again." He smiled and said to the other end of the phone: "You can have a good sleep."

The other end of the phone said "hmm", and then the busy tone of the phone sounded.

"The old fox is still so careful, are you afraid that my phone will be monitored?" Pete laughed and teased, the person who can monitor his phone without being discovered by him has not been born in this world.

He threw the phone aside, and then while tasting the red wine, he sorted out the whole process.

Although the Seattle police have blocked the whole city today, the streets are full of crazy locals.

It's really a beautiful scenery, and what's more beautiful is that all this has nothing to do with him.

This hotel, located in the center of Seattle, is only 5 minutes away from Pike Market. It can be regarded as one of the most luxurious hotels in Seattle, and it is backed by the largest gang and business background in Seattle. The guests are either rich or noble.

No matter how much trouble those Seattle people make, they can't come here, and even the police can't come here to check.

Phil Knight gave him a large sum of money this time. He could enjoy himself here comfortably for a few days, and then leave the city after the Seattle police station found no clues and lifted the ban.

With a stable psychological quality and understanding of the police investigation, he was sure that he had not left any handle.

They would find the gun, and then check whether the backpacks of everyone who went up to the second floor in the video were shrunk, etc. All the details were deliberately left by him to the police to guide them astray. Under heavy interference information, they would not be able to make any progress within ten days or half a month. When they really investigated everyone one by one, and when they found the little girl and realized that she did not know him, they would not be able to find him who had disguised himself and used a fake identity to buy a ticket. Moreover, with their efficiency in handling cases, he would have left Seattle by then.

After sorting out the details, the corners of Pete's mouth curled up slightly.

In the long night, call a woman?

But before he could dial the hotel front desk, the next second...

A chill suddenly appeared, and a shining cold light swept over silently from behind the sofa in an extremely fast manner, and then pressed against his neck.

So fast!

Pete was surprised.

He was also a top killer and an expert in this field. How could he enter his own room without being discovered by himself? What kind of realm was this?

Judging from the opponent's speed and momentum, he didn't want to cut his throat directly, so he didn't dare to move his hand holding the red wine glass. Pete didn't turn his head, but asked calmly: "Friend, is there anything?"

"Long time no see, Laomo." A familiar voice sounded behind him, with a little international accent, pulling Pete back to more than ten years ago.

Laomo Hollifields, this was his name when he was in the International Mercenary Organization. There are really few people in the world who know this name.

"Captain?" He was delighted and subconsciously wanted to turn back.

But the knife left a bloody red mark on his neck, and the pain made him immediately realize that the former Dragon Country Captain of the International Mercenary Organization didn't seem to be joking or saying hello to him.

This didn't look like he was here to reminisce.

Pete's back broke out in a cold sweat and gave up the intention of touching the small pistol in his arms.

He knew the methods of the captain of the Dragon Country too well. He learned how to use firearms from the captain. However, he could never learn how to use the captain's dagger. This was the ancient Dragon Country Kung Fu. He had practiced it since childhood to be fast and accurate. The captain even never touched women because of this.

This gave the captain of the mercenary surname Yang a very perverted nickname in the mercenary organization at that time - the Five-Step Snake.

No one was faster than him within five steps, and his weapons were not good either. No matter what weapon you used, even if you were given a rocket launcher, you would die in his hands!

By the way, the Dragon Country man... The captain came for that Dragon Country man?

But how did he find me?

"How did you find me?" he asked.

"Who hired you?" The voice behind him asked coldly at the same time.

The two fell into a silence of about two seconds. The big beads of sweat on Lao Mo's forehead kept sliding down. If he was led by the other party at this time, he would definitely die. He planned to play the emotional card.

Lao Mo tried to slow down his tone: "It's been thirteen years since we last met, Captain, you are now..."

But before he could finish his words.

Swish!

The big hand holding his head from behind only exerted a little force, and the knife in the other hand had already cut his throat cleanly.

Lao Mo covered his neck in horror, and his consciousness that had not yet dissipated supported him to instinctively reach for the pistol on his chest, but the next second, the knife made a knife flower in front of his eyes, flashing a cold light and fiercely stabbing into the back of his hand, stringing that hand and his chest together.

Five-step snake is just a description of his speed, and what's more terrifying is that you will never know when he will make a move!

Lao Mo still wanted to struggle, but no matter whether it was the knife that stabbed his hand or the two powerful arms, he couldn't move at all. He wanted to shout for help, but the other party cut his throat too accurately, and cut his trachea and vocal cords in an instant, so that he could only hear the blood gurgling in his throat when he tried to speak, and could only feel the blood constantly gushing out from his neck and chest, and feel life flying away from him.

Looking at his former companion who fell to the ground in fear and died with his eyes open, Yang Min's eyes were calm.

Find him? This is too easy.

After the young master got into trouble, as Yang Dong's most trusted person, he participated in the police's case review process throughout. Among the more than 2,000 people in the video screening, although Lao Mo was made up, he taught him how to make up. He recognized this companion who used to be in the mercenary organization at a glance.

Most of the mercenaries at the time had already retired, and I only heard that this guy was still doing this business. He was undoubtedly the first target.

He wanted to tell the police immediately, but to be honest, he knew this guy's methods too well. At a distance of about 1,200 meters, in such an open area, using XM109, he couldn't miss.

But in fact, the young master was not injured. It seemed that the sniper missed the target, but the airflow brought by the bullet knocked the young master down. This was not the sniper level of Lao Mo.

It was too much to infer that he was the murderer based on what he had done before... Besides, if he relied on the Seattle police, he was afraid that he would not be able to catch him, but might alert the enemy.

So he came here for private investigation. After having a clear target, he tracked the little girl's movements, investigated the surveillance video of the Seattle Police Department, and then found the Warwick Hotel. The background here was the largest gang in Seattle. Coincidentally, his younger brother Yang Long was also their "regular customer". To check the room number, he didn't even have to go to the front desk to work hard. His brother could hack in at any time, just a matter of minutes. In their hotel, even the surveillance was installed by people in Chinatown because they were good quality and cheap.

I thought I would need to spend some time to confirm after meeting him, but before I could interrogate him, the guy had exposed everything with a phone call. That bit of jargon was too familiar to Yang Min.

The last sentence was not really intended to ask anything. He knew Lao Mo too well. He was a stubborn fool who thought he had professional ethics. He would not say anything. He asked that question just to further relax his vigilance and prevent a dying counterattack.

He dared to hurt the young lady's son, and he had already died!

As for the real murderer behind the scenes... Although I already had an idea in my mind, it would be better to confirm it again.

Yang Min took the mobile phone that Lao Mo had thrown aside, and then took out a small box-like operating screen. After a series of operations, he connected the two things, located the mobile phone signal, and then dialed the phone number just now with Lao Mo's mobile phone.

Beep, beep, beep...

The phone rang four or five times before someone picked it up.

Yang Min didn't say anything, just stared at the signal tracking on his operating screen. The other party didn't say anything either. Then, about two or three seconds later, the other party decisively hung up the phone, but it was too late.

A clear address was displayed on Yang Min's operating screen - Madison Club, La Quinta, California.

As one of the most well-known wealthy communities in the United States, the reputation of Madison Club is no less than that of Seattle's Mansa Peninsula. There are countless celebrities, including the originator of Internet celebrities, Kardashian, the head of Apple, and other celebrities living here... Of course, there is also the super-rich man that Yang Min had already guessed: Phil Knight.

A sneer hung on the corner of Yang Min's mouth.

The other party didn't reveal any information on the phone, but the result was actually obvious...

It was Miss Yang's trust in him regardless of his past background that allowed him to live a "human" life for the past ten years. He had already sold his life to Miss Yang a long time ago. It was time to repay her by eliminating all threats around her.