The arrogance of the city

Chapter 1493 The Wind Blows Versailles

"Sheriff Wharton, did your people accidentally drop those two murals?"

Bill Wharton immediately looked towards the wall, quickly shook his head and said: "No, we haven't moved anywhere here, and we have kept it as it was when we arrived at the scene. When we arrived, these murals were It has fallen to the ground."

"Godfather, look at the crack in that wall."

Charles reminded.

Indeed, not only the mural fell to the ground, but also tiny cracks appeared on the wall where the mural was originally hung.

Even in some junk hotels, I am afraid that this phenomenon will not happen, let alone the Peace Hotel, which is favored by international VIPs.

Although the Peace Hotel is the first choice for international VIPs to stay in Versailles, although it has been built for a long time, it will carry out regular room maintenance, and there will never be such a huge mistake.

There is only one possibility, these cracks were just formed.

Obviously, the bishop did not die from a sneak attack or assassination. He obviously struggled violently before his death, but in the end he was violently trampled on his head and died without even a chance to escape.

There seemed to be a picture of Truve being tortured and killed before everyone's eyes.

This is a serious red-robed bishop, not those monks who can only chant scriptures and shout Amen.

Who can actually make him helpless?
"Master Godfather, could the murderer be...that Easterner?"

Charles made a very bold guess, thinking of the orientals who gave their mafia a big gift tonight.

This guess seems unfounded, but it is not completely impossible.

Just looking at the hand that the Oriental used to kill Connor with a peach pit in the Hessen Boxing Arena, if he wanted to kill a bishop, it didn't seem difficult for him to do it.

"Mr. Charles, what do you mean by Orientals?"

Bill Wharton looked puzzled.

But before the senior official of the Italian police system could respond, a subordinate hurried over,
"Sir, it's bad!"

"What's the fuss about!"

Bill Wharton snapped.

In front of the Mafia, he still cares more about maintaining their police image.

The man straightened his clothes immediately, calmed down, and took out a mobile phone.

"Not long ago, a video went viral on the Internet..."

When Bill Wharton heard this, he glared immediately.

"Do you know what our most important job is now?! Don't you want to do it!"

The inspector, who was considered a mid-level cadre anyway, showed a smile uglier than crying, and still held up his mobile phone to remind: "Sir, you'd better watch this video. The protagonists of the video are the two dead people in the room." .”

Bill Wharton was taken aback when he heard the words, and then finally took the phone.

Although the volume has been turned off on purpose, the picture in the video is still unsightly, and it can even be said to be shameless.

Bill Wharton stared at the phone screen, his pupils dilated involuntarily, his eyes were filled with disbelief, his expression fluctuated for a while, it was incomparably wonderful.

The silver-haired godfather next to him also saw the video on the phone, and his eyes also fluctuated.

Charles' reaction was even more intuitive. After seeing the video played on the phone, he immediately lowered his head uncontrollably and looked at the man and woman who had died on the ground for no apparent reason, with extremely strange expressions on their faces.

"Fuc..."

Bill Wharton almost couldn't help swearing, but in the end he held back in time, turned off the video that lasted more than 30 minutes, his face trembled, barely maintained his dignity, and asked his subordinates in a deep voice.

"Where did this video come from? Did someone deliberately forge it?"

"The technical department has gone through a rigorous inspection and analysis. The video is basically true and has not undergone any processing or forgery."

Bill Wharton pinched his phone and was speechless for a while.

He was really a little confused, and had no idea what was going on.

Although he had guessed when he saw the dead woman dying in Truve's room with disheveled clothes, he still controlled his thoughts and didn't think deeply about it, but this video forced him to face an absurd situation. fact.

It's okay to cheat the world, but this archbishop actually has a hobby of making videos?
Moreover, you are afraid that others will not know, so you have to spread it and spread it widely?
Of course, this bishop with a very colorful life is dead, his brains are all over the floor, and there is no dead body. Naturally, this video cannot be sent by him.

"Issue an order to the network supervision department to immediately delete this video from the entire network, and prohibit anyone from spreading maliciously."

The boss of the Italian police system is indeed a smart man, he made a decisive decision in an attempt to control the situation.

"Sir, it's too late now. This is not just an ordinary video, it has been loaded with a virus. Once clicked, it will be automatically saved and reposted. Now even the president's mobile phone has received this video."

Bill Wharton's expression froze immediately.

"This...to the end...is...who...he...mother...did..."

He gritted his teeth, and the cell phone in his hand was almost crushed.

"According to...according to the investigation..."

The subordinate swallowed, lowered his head, tried not to look at the silver-haired man who was standing aside, and spoke with difficulty.

"According to the investigation... the source of the video leak came from an Internet company named Gutes."

"Gutes...that's not..."

Bill Wharton immediately thought of something, but he stopped abruptly in the middle of his words. He suddenly turned his head and looked at the youngest silver-haired godfather in the history of the Mafia.

Gutes Network Security Co., Ltd. is a well-known company in Versailles and even in the whole of Italy, and has multi-dimensional cooperation with the official.

The actual controller behind Gutes is the Italian Mafia.

Ordinary people may not know this kind of information for a lifetime, but it is impossible to hide it from him, the leader of the police system.

Could it be that all of this is controlled by the mafia behind the scenes?

"Impossible! We have nothing to do with this case!"

Charles, who was still immersed in the bishop's affair, suddenly changed his face and immediately defended himself.

Trouve's death may not be considered too serious, but the leak of this video will directly deal a fatal blow to the reputation of the Temple in the world.

Even if they read it, they will have imaginations, but what will the huge number of believers think when they read it?

It is hard to guarantee that they will not start to doubt whether they believe in Allah or a group of beasts who deceive the world.

To some extent, this behavior can even be said to be directly declaring war on the temple!
Their mafia is not willing to bear this kind of crime.

Bill Wharton coughed lightly.

"Mr. Charles, I didn't say anything."

In fact, at this time, it doesn't matter whether he believes it or not.

The youngest and most murderous silver-haired godfather in the history of the Mafia was not surprised or angry, but smiled inexplicably.

"The world is starting to get interesting."

(End of this chapter)