I am a policeman

Chapter 337 Die Hard
Eiji Tsukamoto is the man behind the killing of Yuu Tsukamoto!
When the Yau Tsim District Police Station announced the results of the investigation to the public, the entire Xiangjiang River was shocked.

No one believed that Eiji Tsukamoto would kill his grandfather. It is said that he admired his grandfather the most and always set his example.

If Yuu Tsukamoto is an old wolf king who is sinister and cunning, Eiji Tsukamoto is a young and ambitious wolf king who is cruel and cruel, and has dealt with many people and things for his grandfather.

in comparison.

Tsukamoto Hideo's heir, Tsukamoto Eiji's father is not like a wolf, but like a dog, and he is so incompatible with the two that Tsukamoto Hideo doesn't like him very much.

But after seeing the chain of evidence released by the police, everyone felt that it was taken for granted that Eiji Tsukamoto was really suspected.

"Do you think the evidence released by the police is true or false? Eiji Tsukamoto is really behind the murder of his grandfather."

In a high-end hotel in Xiangjiang, Li Temo, a middle-aged beauty manager who is still old-fashioned, asked in pajamas, half lying on the bed.

Opposite her was Garce, the agent of the Russian criminal group in Southeast Asia, who asked very comfortably.

The two stayed in the hotel to exchange opinions on the police's release of evidence, but they exchanged and communicated, and the exchange went to bed, and they didn't think of what they should do until the truce.

"Very likely, the so-called mastermind behind the scenes, Uncle Wu, is, to put it bluntly, an old man who harbors strong hostility towards Yu Tsukamoto. There are too many such old men in Xiangjiang and the mainland. There are eight thousand if not ten thousand.

The reason why Yu Tsukamoto set up the Revenge Fund is not because there are too many such people, and he who wants to live to a natural death has to make such a bad plan. "

Garce nodded, held the wine glass in his hand and lightly touched Litmo, and said with a smile:

"The so-called military ticket should divert our attention and let us shift our target to those old people after the war, so that the real murderer can escape."

"So, Uncle Wu is not worth 5000 million yuan, so killing him is useless."

"Even if it's worth 5000 million yuan, it won't work. I just got the news that Uncle Wu has passed away in the hospital. It was cancer. He has been in the terminal stage for a long time.

If the police hadn't asked the hospital to use various methods to keep him alive for questioning, he would have died on the day of the shootout, and it would have been impossible to delay until now. Litmo shrugged and drank the red wine in her hand.

"As for Eiji Tsukamoto, this guy is a wolf king." Garce picked up red wine to pour on Rita's membrane and himself, sat beside him, stroked Rita's smooth back, and said:
"In the past two days, I have studied the Tsukamoto Foundation, and found that this foundation pursues wolf culture, Tsukamoto Yu is the old wolf king, and his grandson Tsukamoto Eiji is the little wolf king.

His son, Tsukamoto Ken, is like a dog. Tsukamoto Yu doesn't like his son very much, but he likes his grandson. He thinks Tsukamoto Eiji is like him and regards him as his heir. "

"Wolves eat meat, dogs eat excrement. Compared with the loyalty of dogs, wolves will kill their masters, just like Lu Bu in the Three Kingdoms period. It is said that he is an unfamiliar wolf cub."

"I didn't expect you to study oriental culture." Hearing Li Temo mentioning Lu Bu, Garce smiled.

"In the past two days, I haven't eaten dry food, and I have learned a lot about oriental culture." Li Temo smiled proudly after being praised by Garce.

"Although Yu Tsukamoto is the wolf king, he is too old, in his 70s, he still misses power.

What is even more speechless is that this guy is more than 70 years old and still old-hearted. He often plays with women, and he also likes to fly. Although he uses his fingers or tongue, such old people often live a long life. A few years or twenty years are possible.

In addition, Tsukamoto Eiji's father Tsukamoto Ken is the first heir, and it was Tsukamoto Eiji's turn to take the position after Tsukamoto Ken died.

It will take decades in between.

More importantly, Tsukamoto Ken is young and can practice trumpet.

Based on the disagreement between the father and son, if Tsukamoto Ken is really in charge, and Tsukamoto Eiji has a younger brother, the possibility of abolishing the position of Tsukamoto Eiji's grandson is very high.

So he had to resist, getting rid of his grandfather was his best choice, only in this way could he use the name of revenge for his grandfather to empty his father and sit on the throne of the president. "

"It makes sense. How can there be a 40-year-old prince in the world? If there is one, it can only be a dog. A loyal dog, a wolf, can't stand it for ten years at most." Garce laughed.

"What you said just now seems to be said by a certain prince in the north, and it sounds familiar."

"It's the son of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty. What the prince said when he was deposed because of the rebellion. I think he is very similar to Eiji Tsukamoto. He is equally ambitious, wants to be in power, and is equally unlucky."

"That's true." Li Temo nodded, "However, since there are so many evidences, why didn't the police arrest Eiji Tsukamoto, but just controlled him so that Xiao Fu took advantage of it.

"There is no way. Although the police have evidence, it is too difficult to find the chain of evidence. After all, Eiji Tsukamoto did not do it himself. Without conclusive evidence to convict, the police cannot move."

Garce's words revealed his disrespect towards the Xiangjiang police, "Xiangjiang pursues the rule of law, and the legal procedure is above everything else, and the power of the police force is strictly limited.

Otherwise, Yu Tsukamoto would not have set up the fund in Xiangjiang, and we would not be able to communicate with each other here. If we were in the mainland, we would have been arrested long ago. "

"What's the matter with Xiaofu? He was following Lei Weidong at the venue that day."

"It's called a policy and a countermeasure." Garce laughed, "It can be said that the police force hates the Revenge Fund and wants to end all this as soon as possible.

Now that Eiji Tsukamoto is confirmed to be the most suspect.

If you can't catch it, you can only rely on outsiders to make a move.

Otherwise, with Lei Weidong's strength, Xiao Fu would be able to kill Tsukamoto Eiji in full view, and escape the police's net. "

"I really envy that little guy, getting [-] million dollars. I have been an agent for such a long time, and I have never made so much money. [-] million dollars, I can eat and drink for the rest of my life."

Speaking of Xiaofu, Li Temo looked envious.

"Don't envy him. He can't get [-] million dollars. The big one belongs to the police force, that is, Lei Weidong. He can at most share a little bit of scum." Garce shook his head, saying that there is no need to envy Xiaofu. The real winner is Lei Weidong .

"No way. Didn't the foundation say that whoever kills the mastermind behind the scenes and the killer will get [-] million dollars? Don't tell me they don't mean anything."

For Garce's point of view, Rita shook her head to express her disagreement.

"That's the theory, but it's realistic." Garce shrugged, and his big hands around Rita's membrane began to behave irregularly, "[-] million dollars is too much profit, and everyone wants to take a bite.

Otherwise, why is the foundation not announcing the result now, obviously because it doesn't want to give the money to Xiaofu. "

"Why, if you don't believe it, why don't you make a bet." Seeing the disbelieving expression on Litmo's face, Garce said with a smile.

"What bet?"

"Your Brother Hunter is very powerful. I have a tricky target on my side. If I win, let me use it."

"You can borrow it, but what are you using as a bet?" Li Temo giggled when Garce touched her with a big hand.

"I can use anything, even meat compensation. Is it better than the Hunter brothers just now?"

"One-on-one, you are fine, but if they are two people, you just... ah ah..."
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"What is the outside reaction to the evidence released by the police?"

When Garce and Li Temo kissed me, Lei Weidong called Mike to the Tsim Sha Tsui Police Station.

"At the beginning, the reaction was very intense. Many killers did not believe Eiji Tsukamoto was the murderer of Yuu Tsukamoto, but Eiji Tsukamoto's death was unsubstantiated and the evidence released by the police was more convincing.

Many killers began to discuss and analyze whether Eiji Tsukamoto was really behind the scenes. "

"How did the discussion go?"

"Most people believe the judgment of the police force. Firstly, the evidence is conclusive. Secondly, Tsukamoto Eiji is an ambitious wolf cub, who can even pretend to be his biological father.

Not to mention the grandfather after a generation, it is entirely possible to kill the grandfather for the position of president.

As for the killer.

It is likely to be found on the Internet, and the person who handled it was his white bodyguard Henry. Especially after the evidence that Uncle Wu deposited 20 yuan from selling military tickets into his account in Xiangjiang was exposed, the evidence was further improved. "

"No one suspects?" Lei Weidong asked.

"Of course, it's just that when Henry and Tsukamoto Eiji both die, there is no proof. However, Lei sir, the biggest question outside is why the Tsukamoto Foundation went bankrupt.

Who took the money from the Tsukamoto consortium to speculate in the beautiful country, so that the high position was locked up, and the loss was hundreds or even hundreds of billions. "

"Don't ask me this question, I don't know." Lei Weidong shook his head, pretending to be ignorant and said, "Although I made a lot of money in this turmoil.

But that's why I got in a year early.

If Zhong Jian hadn't reacted quickly and was not greedy, and had chosen to run away when the stock market hadn't reached its high point, but followed up, I would have gotten in this time as well.

Mike, you have to remember that this matter is not as simple as it seems on the surface, and the truth is very deep inside, neither you nor me can participate in it, pretend not to know that it is held, anyway, it has nothing to do with your foundation. "

"Understood!" Mike nodded, "Sir Lei, I will release the news as agreed."

"Go!" Lei Weidong nodded, motioning for Mike to go out.
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Pretty Country, New York.

It's about eight o'clock in the morning!

There are people coming and going on the street, and everyone is busy with their day's life.

Suddenly, a series of explosions occurred in a shop on the street.

The explosion was so powerful that it not only shattered the shops on the first floor, but also affected the cars on the street. Seven or eight passing cars were overturned by the blast.

The scene was in a mess, and the loss of personnel was heavy. Many bloody wounded sat in the ruins and wailed, waiting for rescue.

As soon as the camera turned, it was back to the New York Police Department!

The sudden explosion made the whole police station into a mess.

"The bomb disposal team, the secret service, the state police, and the federal police are all dispatched to me, and the bomber must be found for me."

The director yelled at his subordinates in the office, asking everyone to solve the case as soon as possible.

"Director, what is your phone number?" Just as the director was furious, the female secretary came over and asked.

"I'm not free, you can answer it for me." The director is assigning tasks and is too busy to answer the phone.

"Director, I think you'd better answer this call. It's from the bomber." The secretary's words stunned everyone in the office. The director immediately came to the phone, picked up the phone, and asked
"I'm the Commissioner of the New York Police Department, who are you?"

"Hello Chief, today's explosion was just a joke. I hope to attract the attention of your police. If you want to know the reason, call Detective John McLean." The gangster's voice was not loud, but very magnetic.

"Detective John McLean is still on suspension, he can't answer your call." Hearing the troublesome name of John McClain, the chief was a little helpless.

Detective John McClain is one of the best New York police detectives, winning the Best Detective Medal in New York City for his desperation.

But the career is proud and the feeling is frustrated.

Because of the focus on work, John McLean's family has encountered a crisis.

Not only did his wife divorce him, but he also seized custody of the children, which means that Detective John McLean's children were brought up by his wife, and he had nothing left.

This left Detective John McLean surrounded by dissatisfaction and loneliness, becoming a corrupt alcoholic, refusing to contact anyone, and not coming to work at the police station for a long time.

"No, Chief Detective John McLean is not off duty, at least not today." The gangster's voice came through the microphone.

"Who are you?" asked the chief.

"Simon, just call me Simon."

"What do you want to do?"

"Play a game!"

"what game?"

"Simon will tell Detective John McLean what to do. Detective John McLean must obey the order, and if he does not obey, he will be punished."

"Punishment, what punishment?" the director asked.

"In public places, there was another booming sound."

"What do you need Detective John McLean to do?" From the cold tone of the gangster, the chief heard that the other party was not lying and was serious, and immediately became nervous.

An explosion has already made the state government dissatisfied with the police station. If it happens again, I will use up my position as the chief, and I will directly abdicate and replace him with a capable person.

"Simon said Detective John McLean. Going to the corner of 138th Street and Amsterdam Street, if I remember correctly, it should be Harlem."

"Where is Detective John McLean, and where can we find him?" The chief who found the gangster hung up the phone and knew the emergency yelled loudly.

"He should be in the bar near the church. What's the matter with the chief?" Sim, the head of the crime team, returned.

"Go get him back, get him back right away, or we'll be in big trouble." The director said with a serious face.

Soon, the director and others found John McClain.

It's just that this guy is hungover and looks very decadent on the outside, which makes people suspect that he is really the same police detective he used to be invincible.

"John, drink some water." Looking at John McClain pitifully, a policewoman handed him a glass of water and hangover medicine to sober him up.

"Thank you." John McLean took the water glass and medicine handed over, and thanked him.

"John McClain, you look terrible now." The chief shook his head.

"I know!" John McClain yawned, "Tell me, Mr. Director, what do you need me for?"

"There was a bombing today, and many people were injured." The chief briefed John McClain, "We got a call saying that they planted the bomb.

They asked me to find you, and said they wanted to play a game with you. "

"Find me, make a game, what game?" John McLean's head was a little dizzy.

"I told you to hang up and stand in the black neighborhood, but you can't carry a gun." The director shrugged, his tone a little helpless.

"It's not for me to stand in the black community with a sign that says "I hate black people." The director's words made John McClain sober, and asked

"Why did you agree to this condition?"

"Because if I don't agree, he will blow up another store. In order to prevent the bombing from happening again, I have to." The director shrugged, indicating that you understand.

"Why are you looking for me? There are many police officers in the police station."

"The other party named you, probably the person you offended before, and now he is back for revenge, John. Can you guess who it is?"

"I can't guess, I have offended so many people before, the ghost knows which bastard it is." John McLean shook his head, "I'm on 138th Street, where are you?"

"128th Street." The director and others looked at each other and gave John McClain a heartbreaking answer.

"128th Street, it's 10 streets away, if a black man beats me up, are you kidding me?"

"This is that guy's request. We have nothing to do. John, you have no choice but to do it." The director's words made John McClain unable to refuse.

"All right!"

John McLean nodded, took off his clothes according to the gangster's request, even leaving only a pair of shorts, and then hung up the sign handed over by the director.

It read "I hate black people."

Then he opened the door and walked out,
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"Brother, are you going there?"

Just as Lei Weidong came out of the airport, a taxi suddenly appeared in front of him. The driver was a black man who weighed more than 200 kilograms, wore a floral shirt and had a big beard. He ran up to Lei Weidong and was very enthusiastic. Said.

"Wall Street."

Thinking of the location specified by the mission, Lei Weidong decided to go to Wall Street first.

"Okay, Wall Street, I'll be there soon, and I'll make you feel like you're flying." The black driver opened the door to let Lei Weidong get into the car, and then started quickly.

The taxi merged into the traffic flow like an arrow.

In the traffic flow, he dodged the cars in front of each other gorgeously, and drove quickly towards Wall Street.

"Brother, isn't it cool that my driving skills are so good?"

Blacks like to show off the most, and the black driver driving is no exception. Every time he drives, he will ask the passengers.

If the passenger agrees, that's fine, and drive at the current speed.

If you say, in general, so-so.

The black driver will be dissatisfied and speed up to make the car go faster until the passenger screams.

　Thanks to the book friend 150507235515906 for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)