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Chapter 89 - 81: The Strange Shooting Case

Chapter 89: Chapter 81: The Strange Shooting Case

At nine in the morning.

Team B6 members, except for Susan, had all arrived for the first time.

Today was unusually free from cases.

Some played games, others caught up on sleep, and some hit the gym.

Brian glanced at Rechter, who continued to daydream and seemed lost in thought, then headed to the shooting range in the basement warehouse.

Besides live-fire training, this place also served as a ballistics testing lab and an ammunition modification test site. It looked simple but offered many possibilities. Next door was Brian’s exclusive autopsy room and a temporary morgue.

The new member, a Brazilian, Ali, a firearms and vehicle expert, had his office here.

He doubled as the logistics warehouse guard and a specially appointed munitions expert, providing the team with suggestions for firepower enhancements. With multiple roles, he also held the right to a share of the team’s bonus.

When Brian arrived, Ali was at the workbench in a small room, crafting some tiny, egg-sized white balls.

Hearing the noise,

he finished his task and then looked up.

Seeing Brian, a colleague known for resorting to kicks at the slightest disagreement, Ali was noticeably cautious.

He quickly got up, carefully saying, "Good morning, Brian, what’s up?"

Brian eyed the white balls on the workbench, curiously asking, "Good morning, buddy. What are these?"

"These are improved miniature bomb casings I made while bored.

Based on your needs, they can be made into high explosives, flash bombs, shock bombs, poison gas bombs, tear gas, incendiary bombs, and the most commonly used high explosive bombs.

Created in this form,

one is for easy carrying, and the other is for easy close-range throwing.

The detonation is very simple.

The only issue is that their power is much less than regular bombs."

Brian listened and became interested.

Great stuff!

"Can I have some?" Brian asked directly with a cheeky grin.

Ali nodded generously, "No problem, Team Leader Susan left me over five hundred thousand US dollars for procurement. We get internal discounts too. How many do you need? I’ve made a lot these past few days, but they are all high explosives!"

"I just love high explosives!"

Brian was even happier.

Moments later,

Ali blankly watched his ammunition box being emptied, bidding farewell to Brian, who had noticeably gained weight, as he signed and left.

Is the NW field operation that dangerous?

Otherwise, why would Brian, who is responsible for autopsies, take so many high explosives all at once?

...

Having emptied Ali’s ammo box, Brian occasionally felt the special lining he had wrested away, feeling a full sense of security.

It was a custom bulletproof vest made by Ali for carrying the small specialty bombs he designed, capable of carrying over twenty types of small explosives, allowing unrestricted movement, easy accessibility, and also providing bulletproof functionality, avoiding the hazard of bullets detonating the explosives.

For safety.

The detonation of these small explosives also differed from regular explosives; it required pulling up an internal clasp, tearing it off, then smoking for a few seconds before detonation, making it very safe.

Brian also carried a small box.

This contained a thousand rounds of ammunition he had requested.

He spent the whole morning at the shooting range, practicing his gun skills.

When his hands couldn’t take it anymore, he simply used some Gift Energy to enhance his body and simultaneously recover from the fatigue in his arms.

His exaggerated stamina made Ali, the weapons expert, call him a beast.

...

In the afternoon.

Brian, smelling faintly of gunpowder, was about to request a few hundred more rounds to kill time in the afternoon with paid practice shooting when the team finally received a new case.

It was a gunshot homicide.

Brian, who had just arrived at the parking lot, was still unclear about the case details.

He got into the crime scene investigation vehicle.

Only after placing the Los Angeles police badge on his suit lapel did he look at Rechter, who was driving, and ask, "What’s the situation?"

Rechter, having been dealt with by Brian earlier, was much friendlier now.

Following Ivan and others in their Dodge custom police car, he said,

"This is a very strange case.

The deceased was called Bill, a 42-year-old Caucasian male and the owner of a company.

Around 2 p.m. today.

Bill jumped off the rooftop of his apartment building in an attempt at suicide.

The apartment was undergoing municipal safety renovations, and a safety net had been installed at the eighth floor.

At the time, there were about a dozen workers below who were eyewitnesses to the scene. They testified that Bill had jumped on his own. They tried to stop him but were unsuccessful.

Fortunately, Bill landed on the safety net.

However, when the workers brought Bill down, they discovered he had been shot in the chest and was not breathing. That’s when they decided to call the police.

Upon their arrival, the patrols confirmed the deceased, Bill, had died from a chest gunshot wound, declaring it a homicide. The scene was then sealed off and reported.

This case was then transferred to our hands."

Hearing this, Brian nodded his head.

This case sounded quite intriguing.

Moreover, Rechter presented the case clearly, without his personal bias; if he really acted diligently as an assistant, he would be quite manageable.

Unfortunately, he had a dark cloud over his brow.

Brian could tell at a glance that Rechter didn’t have long left, likely to die a violent death soon, probably not an assistant to count on for long.

...

Half an hour later.

Brian and his team arrived at the crime scene.

It was an old apartment building about seventeen or eighteen stories high, currently under renovation, replete with lots of scaffolding and a mid-air safety net.

A body covered with a white sheet was laid out at the base of the building.

Some residents were watching the commotion, while an elderly couple with white hair sat in front of the body, crying.

A few patrol officers maintained order at the scene.

"Ivan, you and Glenn will talk with the family of the deceased to learn more. Rechter and I will inspect the scene," Brian directed.

The four split up to carry out their tasks.

Ivan and his group gently moved the elderly people away from the body and began to inquire about the deceased.

Brian and Rechter then lifted the white sheet.

The deceased’s appearance was somewhat worn and neglected, his face unshaven, looking like he hadn’t cared for himself in days. The way Americans looked down on people did not match his status as the owner of a company.

Besides that.

Even without using his enhanced sense of smell, Brian could detect a strong alcohol odor on the corpse.

Rechter also started his examination.

He put on gloves, lifted the clothing on the deceased’s chest, examined the gunshot wound for a while, and seriously said, "The deceased was shot in the left chest; the bullet pierced his heart. That should be the cause of death."

Rechter then pulled back the deceased’s eyelids and continued, "There is no obvious congestion in the deceased’s eyes, and his expression is peaceful, which fits the psychological profile of someone contemplating suicide. I can’t understand who would kill someone who was already planning to take his own life."

"Let’s go to the rooftop."

Brian sniffed the odor emanating from Bill, frowned, and stood up.

This guy probably hadn’t bathed in days. His body was a mess of smells, and beyond that, there was indeed another faint, odd human scent on him.

Based on Brian’s recent experiences,

the owner of the scent was likely an older woman, probably the deceased’s mother, and not of much relevance.

...

Upon reaching the rooftop,

the two of them saw a cut slender iron chain, which due to dust, had visible fingerprint marks; there was also a clear footprint on the ground.

Rechter, keen, took out tools to imprint the fingerprints and footprint.

Brian then walked over to the rooftop.

The rooftop appeared to have been closed off for a long time. The messy footprints extended to a fence area, with several crushed beer cans discarded at the edge, yet there were no traces left by a second person.

Brian sniffed again, only detecting the scent that Bill had left behind.

This was getting interesting.

No one was on the rooftop.

According to the initial information questioned from the renovation workers by the patrol officers, it could be determined that at the time, Bill was sitting alone at the edge of the rooftop.

Who then shot and killed Bill?

It couldn’t possibly be that during his fall, an apartment resident accidentally fired a gun and killed him mid-air, could it?

There was another interesting point.

Brian and Rechter had differing thoughts.

He suspected that Bill hadn’t planned to jump and commit suicide at all!

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