Domineering: The President is not a human being

Chapter 481 The disappearing weapon!
Country R, ​​23 o'clock in the middle of the night, in the office of the Military Intelligence Department.

Xia Qinghao, who had taken off his military uniform and only put on his shirt, sat on the desk with a serious face, as if he was waiting for some news.

Not long after, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in." Xia Qinghao stood up straight.

A woman in a women's military uniform came in, with short dry hair and a military cap she had just taken off in her right hand.

"General." The woman gave a standard military salute.

"Well, how's the autopsy going?" Xia Qinghao raised her hand to signal her to get down to business.

"Except for the fatal wound on the neck, no other wounds were found. The murderer struck very quickly, and the deceased should not have felt any pain. As for the murder weapon..." the woman hesitated before continuing, "I haven't found it yet." A murder weapon fitted to the wound."

"What do you mean?" Xia Qinghao was a little annoyed. The Military Intelligence Department, which gathered the elites of a country, spent several hours studying the corpse, and finally told him that they didn't even know what the murderer's tool was.

"Report to the general, we can't find any murder weapon that matches the wound of the deceased." The woman stood at attention and repeated loudly, "We have tried all the objects that are similar or close to the wound and can be used to commit murder, but apart from being able to identify the murder weapon Nothing but sharpness."

"How is this possible?!" Xia Qinghao couldn't figure it out. Of course he didn't doubt the ability of his subordinates, but is it possible to kill someone without finding out what murder weapon was used?

If the murder weapon cannot be determined, it is not known how the murderer killed the person.

How can I say that Xia Wenyi belongs to the elite level in the army of country A, and he still carries the pistol that he deliberately left for his self-defense, so it is impossible to be helpless in the face of the murderer.

However, after inspecting the scene, no signs of a fight were found. The murderer easily sealed Xia Wenyi's throat with a sharp knife.

Killing Xia Wenyi with one move, if this person is still in country R, ​​he is definitely a dangerous person who needs to be noticed.

"Let's investigate this matter here first. It's so late and you go back to rest." Xia Qinghao sat on the chair, propped his forehead with his hands, and his tone was full of exhaustion.

"Yes." The woman gave another military salute, turned around and left the office.

The moment she closed the door, a sneer flashed across the woman's eyes.

It was already five o'clock in the morning when Xia Qinghao returned to Xia's villa. He threw his general jacket on the sofa, went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of vodka, opened the bottle cap, and took a sip.

The moment the spirits slipped into his throat, he felt a little better in his stagnant chest.

He put down the wine bottle, tore off the tie of his military uniform, and fell headfirst on the sofa.

At this time, there were footsteps coming down the stairs.

"Brother, are you back?" Xia Yizhen called out tentatively.

Because Xia Qinghao didn't come back after going out, Xia Yi was really worried, she slept very restlessly, and would pay attention to the movement downstairs from time to time.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he immediately found a coat to put on and went downstairs.

At dawn in winter, the sky is still very dark, and with the curtains closed, the living room at this time is no different from that at night.

Xia Yizhen walked into the living room, turned on the light and saw Xia Qinghao lying on the sofa.

"Brother, have you been drinking?" Xia Yizhen glanced at the wine bottle on the coffee table, his expression darkened, "I'll go get you a cup of hot water."

Xia Yizhen came out with hot water, Xia Qinghao sat up from the sofa, and the bottle of vodka was put away.

"Did something happen?" Xia Yizhen handed him the hot water with a nervous expression on his face. ． ． ． ． ．

(End of this chapter)