From picking up corpses to becoming a true god of America

They couldn't get any useful information out of him.

The supervisor looked up helplessly at Ye Xiao, who had just returned.

"Ye, have you got any results from the forensic team?"

"some."

When Ye Xiao pulled out the preliminary autopsy report from the forensic doctor, everyone's eyes widened as if they had seen a glimmer of hope.

However, less than half a minute later, the scene fell into a deathly silence once again.

"A damn 400 pounds of force shattered his jaw and tore his cervical spine. Is this even human?"

"This is even more outrageous; every stab is fatal. Judging from the technique, it seems to be done by a retired soldier."

According to forensic analysis, the suspects in this case are at least three well-trained veterans.

They possess skilled swordsmanship and stealth abilities, are strong, stand between six and a half and seven feet tall, and have exceptionally well-developed muscles.

According to the report, the officers were terrified, and three ruthless men like Tyson flashed through their minds.

When did such a person arrive in Seattle?

The supervisor felt increasingly confused.

In the past, such unsolved cases, especially those where the deceased was an illegal immigrant from a gang, would usually be closed and shelved.

But the problem is that the Seattle Police Department is now in the spotlight.

If this matter is exploited by someone with ulterior motives, it could easily become an excuse to target the police.

Damn it.

The supervisor slammed his hand on the table and suddenly looked up at Ye Xiao.

"Ye, do you have any clues?"

what?

You're asking me this?

Ye Xiao paused, then pointed to himself: "I'm just doing this part-time, so it's not really appropriate for me to give an opinion, is it?"

"It's alright, tell me your thoughts, maybe you'll discover something different."

"Okay, I'll take a guess!"

Anyway, he didn't bother to prepare for his boasts, so Ye Xiao smiled awkwardly and decided to continue his bluffing.

"I think the forensic doctor is right. There should be at least three people involved in the murder, and it is very likely that they are veterans who have returned from overseas service."

"Moreover, the methods were exceptionally cruel, perhaps because they had some grudge against these gang members."

"Hmm, that makes a lot of sense. Please continue."

"Moreover, those people were ruthless; it was clear they weren't killing for money, but simply to make their victims suffer a fate worse than death."

"Finally, there's Mickey Mouse, which some people are talking about. Do you really think criminals would use such a ridiculous method?"

Ye Xiao pointed to the evidence beside him, which was unburnt American herbs and even a lot of American sea salt.

"So you mean, that guy McCann might be hiding something from us?"

Hearing this, the supervisor raised his eyebrows high and slapped his thigh heavily: "Ye, you're too smart! We'll go back and interrogate that bastard right now!"

"Damn it, I forgot to use any special methods on him! These despicable gang members must be hiding something from us!"

Ye Xiao was stunned as he watched his supervisor storm out with his men.

Goodness, there's an unexpected bonus here?

That bastard McCann, I've already been beaten up by him.

After reporting it to the police, they still subjected me to a major memory recovery procedure.

Who the hell could stand this?

A short while later, in the Seattle Police Department's interrogation room.

Manager Mike, who had rushed back, frowned as he looked at a profile his subordinate had brought him.

This is a portrait of the suspect drawn based on McCann's description.

The image shows a tall, strong, dark-skinned African American man with two ears sticking out of his head.

Manager Mike's brow furrowed even deeper.

Has this guy been beaten senseless?

Recalling what Ye Xiao had said earlier, Manager Mike already felt a bit resentful.

This guy might not have really told him the truth!

"McKay, are you sure this is the suspect?"

Manager Mike stared at McCann, his voice low.

McCann's head, swollen like a pig's head and wrapped in thick bandages, was filled with resentment in his small eyes.

"That's right! It's that bastard!"

"Officer, I'll never forget him in my life!"

McCann slammed his fist on the table in anger: "That son of a bitch, that black bastard, killed my brother and beat me up like this!"

"Damn it, I'll make him wish he were dead!"

"If I ever find this black man's family, I'll sell them all into brothels! Not a single one of them will be spared!"

Mike couldn't take it anymore and slammed his fist on the table.

"McKarn, you better watch yourself. You're in the police station, not some cripple gang!"

"We will do our best to apprehend the criminal suspects."

"Ha, try my best? I need to see that black guy right now, right now!"

McCann, like a mad dog that had lost its mind, spat so much that it even landed on Mike's face.

This guy has definitely been beaten senseless.

Manager Mike is certain.

Moreover, he gradually became convinced that that bastard McCann was definitely hiding something from them.

"Of course, McCann, but before that..."

"Aren't you going to cooperate with us?"

Supervisor Mike stood up, took off his suit jacket, and winked at the camera in the interrogation room.

This strange behavior aroused McCann's suspicion.

"Huh? Mike, what are you doing?"

"Are you sure you've told us everything that happened that night?"

Mike turned around, and suddenly a rubber baton appeared in his hand.

"Wait, Mike, I... I'm the victim!"

McCain was completely bewildered.

Having dealt with Manager Mike several times, he immediately understood what this guy wanted to do.

But the problem is, today he's not a suspect, he's a victim!

Why should we be treated like this?

"No, no, no, McKen, I think you might have forgotten something. Shall I help you remember?"

Mike swung his baton and slowly approached.

"Me, me!"

Seeing that Mike seemed to be serious, McKen panicked completely and hurriedly confessed that he had thrown a party at the auto repair shop that night and eaten American herbs and American sea salt.

Have all these cops gone mad?

Using illegal drugs usually results in being detained for a day or two, and may not even lead to prosecution.

If Mike beats him up now, Mike doesn't know if he'll even make it back alive.

"No, no, no, McCann, you still won't cooperate with us."

"How can we get started if you're like this?"

Upon hearing what Manager Mike said, McKen was so anxious he almost cried.

"Officer, I... I've confessed everything! I was really just taking American herbal medicine, and then... then I got robbed!"

Before McCann could finish speaking, a thick, black rubber stick flew towards him.

Meanwhile, in County Councilor Kim's office.

Arthur's father, King County Councilman Cleveland Lodge, was sitting at his desk, writing furiously.

He's had a really tough time these past two days.

The unexpected death of their son drove the already spoiled wife to madness, as if she had eaten American cocoa. She went crazy at home every day, demanding that Rocky avenge their son.

Sometimes Rocky regretted choosing this big-breasted, brainless blonde woman.

Just because his father is a member of the Washington State Democratic Party?