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Chapter 90 - 82: The Bullet of Fate, Attack (Extra - for alliance leader ’Meng Wanyan’ +1)

Chapter 90: Chapter 82: The Bullet of Fate, Attack (Extra Chapter for alliance leader ’Meng Wanyan’ +1)

On the rooftop, aside from collecting fingerprints and footprints which further confirmed that the victim, Bill, had unlocked the big lock to the rooftop himself before jumping off, there was no other discovery.

When they came down,

Ivan and another had also finished questioning Bill’s parents and the eyewitness workers.

"Brian, this case is getting interesting," Ivan said in a low voice. "I feel that Bill’s parents seem to be hiding something."

Off to the side, Glenn was daydreaming, his gaze constantly drifting to the young girls and older women among the onlookers, looking starved for attention.

"Go on."

"Bill didn’t usually live around here. He ran a tire factory, but there were some problems with the business, and he wanted to claim his elderly parents’ pensions to fill the company’s financial gaps.

Today, after another argument with his parents, he left.

Ten minutes later,

Bill was found dead on the safety net."

Ivan took out a cigarette, placed it in his mouth, and continued,

"I feel like Bill’s parents are deliberately avoiding talking about Bill’s death, even reluctant to mention his name, as if they’re hiding something.

Moreover, Glenn questioned the eyewitness workers.

They, along with the nearby residents, said that due to the loud construction noise, no one heard a gunshot at the time.

The only certainty so far is that the victim, Bill, drank a few cans of beer on the rooftop before jumping down. The workers didn’t get a chance to go up and pull him down before he jumped.

Throughout the whole process, the workers didn’t see anyone else present."

Rechter, standing to the side, also voiced his opinion:

"In fact, Bill’s facial expression before his death was also strange.

Usually, people who jump off buildings show fear on their faces, and their eyes would also be bloodshot, but these signs weren’t present on Bill.

Moreover, based on the angle of the bullet wound on Bill’s body, the bullet was most likely fired from the direction of the apartment building. If we conduct a gunshot residue test on the residents along the line from where Bill jumped, we should find something."

It was clear that after having been unapologetically bullied by Brian last time, he was trying to make an effort to fit into the group.

He wouldn’t believe everyone would accept him, and yet Brian would still dare to beat him up so directly!

Rechter thought resentfully.

But he didn’t know that Brian was already contemplating how to gracefully get rid of him.

...

After listening to Rechter’s suggestion,

Everyone nodded their heads.

A gunshot residue test is essentially checking for the remnants of shooting on a person, which mainly consist of particles of gunpowder and metal powder that dissipate after a shot is fired.

Brian first came to work earlier to go to the underground shooting range just to cover up the gunshot residues on him, rationalizing any smell of gunpowder on him.

These residues could remain on a shooter’s clothing and hands for days, or even longer.

The car was equipped with papers for testing gunshot residues.

The body was found in a timely manner.

If, at this point, a resident tested positive for recent shooting, or being close to a shooter, and couldn’t provide a reasonable explanation, they could essentially be confirmed as a suspect.

"No need for so much trouble."

Brian shook his head and walked directly to Bill’s parents: "Hello, I’m Autopsy Officer Brian, the person in charge of this case. We need to conduct a search at your residence now."

Ivan and the others also came over.

Bill’s father, a big-necked white old man, pulled his wife behind him and glared at Brian: "We don’t welcome strangers into our home!"

Brian shrugged: "Worried about the gunpowder smell in the house not clearing out yet?"

What?

Ivan and the others perked up,

Especially Ivan.

He suddenly remembered Brian’s sense of smell, which was comparable to a dog’s nose.

Last time, in the case where the intruder died in the landlord’s house, Brian could even distinguish the gender of the excrement’s owner, a veritable cheat code.

He immediately realized that Brian must have smelled the gunpowder from the shooting left on this old couple.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. Unless you have a warrant, you’re not setting foot in my house!" The old man’s expression grew even more unfriendly. "My son is dead, and you are here questioning his parents, is this how you’re wasting taxpayers’ money?"

"Okay," Brian signaled Rechter with a wave. "Bring two papers to test for gunshot residues, I need to test both of them!"

At this, the old man’s wife behind him broke down.

She pushed her husband in front of her and said with great emotion: "This has nothing to do with Rag. We were arguing about Bill at the time, and then Rag took out his antique handgun from the room and pulled the trigger to threaten me."

"Your husband was about to shoot you, and you’re speaking up for him?"

Glenn interjected in surprise.

"What do you know!" The woman’s husband, Rag, spat at Glenn:

"My gun has never been loaded!

I only did that to look imposing, and I was even worried that Mag would get scared, always pointing the barrel outside the window.

Who knew someone had loaded the bullet into the gun?

It must have been that beast, Bill. He wanted me to kill Mag, then I’d go to prison, and that way he could take our pensions!"

Rag’s wife, Bill’s biological mother Mag, also nodded in agreement with her husband’s words: "Every time Rag and I argue, he does this, it’s just his habit. That gun has never been loaded."

Everyone: ...

The words of the two elderly people were easy to verify.

After checking the traces at their residence, Ivan found the key evidence on the gun box owned by Bill’s father—Bill had accidentally left a fingerprint that he had only wiped off halfway.

Well, that wraps up the case.

The classification of the case was a bit tricky.

Was it Bill’s suicide, or Bill’s father, Rag, accidentally shooting his son?

Bill, eager for his parents’ retirement money, plotted to kill his own parents and, to avoid suspicion, pretended to install a safety net on the roof after his parents had quarreled over him, intending to stage a suicide scene in front of the construction workers.

However, he failed to watch closely. He only knew that every time his parents argued, his father pointed the gun at his mother and pulled the trigger without realizing that his father, who loved his mother, always aimed the gun at the window.

Fatefully, the bullet, as if by God’s will, hit Bill, who had jumped off the building, right in the heart, killing him under his father’s gun. A fake death turned into a real one, suffering the consequences of his own scheme.

This case was hard to crack.

Back at the office.

Old Hardenn and the rookie, Edna, were shocked after hearing Glenn’s account.

Seeing Edna’s interest, Glenn quickly pulled her aside to chat.

He was a man of strong principles, indiscriminately ruthless to all women regardless of appearance.

With Susan not around, Glenn finally couldn’t resist making a move on his colleague Edna.

Old Hardenn was also a man of strong principles.

He sneaked off to a corner and took out his phone:

"Hey, it’s me, Old Hardenn.

I’ve got a really interesting piece of news. You interested?

No, no, no, it’s definitely going to cause a big stir, a very interesting case, and no risk involved.

No way!

Three hundred US dollars is not enough, I want five hundred!

Okay, deal!

The case goes like this..."

As for Ivan,

he went to the underground shooting range, discussing the feasibility of customizing a comfortable large bed for his vehicle with Weapon Expert and Vehicle Specialist Ali...

Brian glanced at his busy colleagues, ready to call Rechter to go to the rooftop for some fresh air and to test his "Pheromone Control" talent’s effect on his kind.

However, the office door was suddenly kicked open.

The next moment.

Gunfire erupted.

Dada dada~

Numerous bullet casings ejected onto the newly laid porcelain, making a crisp sound.

"FK!"

Glenn reacted the fastest, pulling his colleague Edna behind him and, without looking, fired back at the doorway to provide cover.

Old Hardenn was not slow either.

Already in the corner, he rolled to take cover on the balcony.

The slowest to react was Rechter.

When he heard the gunfire, his first instinct wasn’t to take cover but to foolishly stand up and look toward the source of the gunshots at the doorway.

Rechter was stunned for two seconds before he realized what was happening.

It was only because his desk was in a corner that he wasn’t hit by the indiscriminate gunfire.

Unaccustomed to such violence, he tried to drop to the floor in shock.

At the crucial moment,

his good colleague Brian, in a life-risking move, threw himself at Rechter, shouting excitedly, "Watch out, Rechter!"

Rechter: ?

With a bewildered face, he was completely embraced by Brian, who toppled backward, skillfully shielding Brian from incoming fire and taking five or six stray bullets.

Rechter’s eyes widened, looking at Brian beside him, lips twitching twice, leaving his final words: "FK..."

Seeing this,

Brian embraced Rechter, his emotions running high, "Buddy, what’s happened to you, FK, Rechter’s been shot, oh God, he’s been hit, FK!"

In Brian’s fervent embrace,

Rechter’s last breath was squeezed out.

His eyes widened, his head drooping back powerlessly, not closing in death.

"Brian, stop yelling, fight back!"

Glenn, seeing Brian’s reaction and noting that Old Hardenn had taken cover, couldn’t help but shout orders.

His small handgun couldn’t suppress the doorway gunman with an automatic rifle!

Luckily the office was converted from a factory, with many concrete pillars serving as load-bearing walls, or else there would have been no chance to react when the gunman charged in.

At that moment,

a small white ball arched through the air, rolling with precision to the feet of the gunman with a black hood.

Boom~

With an explosion, the entire building shook slightly.

A severed leg flew straight toward Old Hardenn, who was attempting a sneak attack, startling him immensely.

The shooter was dealt with.

Brian rose, stepping over the body of Rechter, whose eyes would not close in death, and headed toward the door.

He needed to see for himself who the "benefactor"—spit it out—lunatic was, who dared to attack a government institution in broad daylight and killed his colleague Rechter!