The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 69 So Scary
"Put down the baseball bat."

Chuck heard footsteps, and finally raised his head to remind Justin who was standing numbly.

Don't rush to save her from the evil organization, but was shot dead by the police who arrived belatedly.

Justin threw the baseball bat in his hand when he heard this.

"Police! Don't move!"

As the roar sounded, a pair of police officers armed with guns appeared.

"Detective."

Chuck nodded to the lead detective.

"My own!"

The leading police detective looked at all the gang members who were tied up there, heaved a sigh of relief, waved his hand to signal his subordinates not to point their guns at Chuck and Justin, walked up to Chuck and asked, "What's going on?"

Chuck hands the detective the Hooded Punk's phone.

"shit!"

The police detective took a look and immediately scolded the classic Chinese curse.

But a webpage was opened on the screen of the mobile phone, the webpage and the radio broadcast, constantly promoting the hunting of God’s believers like Christie is hunting God, inviting everyone to do so, and then uploading their own hunting The concept of the video for everyone to watch, after opening, there are all kinds of real-life hunting videos.

As a local police detective, he immediately thought of the case of a party girl disappearing some time ago and another girl died tragically in the wild. After searching, he found the relevant video.

It was this group of people who did it, and there is a video to prove it!
The police detective sent someone to take the group to the police station, and the policewoman who followed looked at Chuck with strange eyes, but the way Chuck tied up the group was so professional and artistic that she couldn't help thinking about it.

"Thank you."

After arriving at the police station, Justin, who took a sip of water with a glass of water in his hand, was relieved of his fear for a while, and thanked Chuck.

Chuck nodded.

"Don't worry, we'll leave it to us later, you are worthy of being a top student at Princeton University for being able to escape from this group of people."

The detective reassured.

Justin tried to smile back, but it was too much to force a smile.

"You don't believe us?"

The detective frowned.

"No."

Justin shook his head, then suddenly asked, "What will happen to them?"

"Of course they will be punished."

The police detective explained: "They killed the gatekeeper, security guard, and administrator on campus this time, plus other cases, they will no longer pose any threat to you."

"Who is that woman?"

Justin didn't feel relieved, but instead asked: "Her accomplice is very confident. It seems that she has a background of some great person. Will she be sentenced and locked up?"

"No matter who has done such a thing, he must bear the corresponding punishment."

The detective said solemnly.

Justin was numb.

"..."

The detective was speechless at Justine's expression.

This is not the reaction he wanted!

"Go and investigate the case as soon as possible."

Chuck said: "Let her worry and know how worried she should be."

The detective still wanted to speak, but he met Chuck's eyes, glanced at Justine who was dead and silent, shook his head and left.

Is this the top student at Princeton University?

He understands society so well at such a young age, if an ordinary person has his guarantee, at least he will feel at ease, but this Justin always has a desperate expression of not believing them when faced with his repeated reassurances, which makes him Very uncomfortable.

It's hard to just let him talk.

Because in the eyes of a real social person or a smart person, his guarantee does not have much weight. He may be able to work hard in handling the case, but whether it is a prosecution trial or a few years in prison, it is not his authority.

If the hooded punk Jurchen has any background, the "corresponding punishment" that falls on her head is probably completely different from the corresponding punishment that ordinary people understand.

Chuck followed into the interrogation room, stood in front of the one-way glass outside the interrogation room, and watched the interrogation inside.

Justin followed closely, looking at the hooded punk girl who was still arrogant in the interrogation, and murmured, "My second sister is only 12 years old, and my younger sister was just born."

"There is always a way out."

Chuck glanced sideways at her.

Justin was stunned for a moment, listening to Chuck's calm voice from beginning to end, his eyes became firm again: "Yes, there is no unparalleled road!"

There is still a sentence left behind, that is, if innocence is going to kill her life path, then she will have to go all out to break the sky and start a new path.

This group of people are young people who are not very old. Facing the separate interrogation of police detectives, they quickly obtained some key information.

"Thank God!"

When Justin heard one of them express the true arrogance of the hooded punk girl, she looked up at the sky slightly and prayed silently.

It's not that the children of billionaires, aristocratic families, military and political leaders and other big shots are messing around outside, but that the hooded punk girl has a biological father who is not sure whether it is true or not.

According to the description of the Hood Punk Girl's accomplices, the Hood Punk Girl's biological father is very powerful and terrifying, far more powerful than any big man, he is simply Satan Bendan.

Once he knows that it was Justin and Chuck who caused his daughter to go to jail, what awaits Justin and Chuck will be the most terrifying, cruel and desperate revenge.

Their hunt, by contrast, is a benevolent game.

As for Justin, as long as it is not a big man who is incomprehensible due to the influence of connections, even if the unfounded Satan Bendan really appears, it is not so hopeless.

She has the body shield of Faraday, the god of shielding, a pillar of Archimedes to fight back, and she can also summon Fourier, the palm of the Buddha. Ben Dan.

Chuck pushed the door directly into the interrogation room, and asked the hooded punk girl, "Who is your father?"

"Scared?"

The hooded punk sneered.

"It's not that I'm afraid, but you are."

Chuck looked at her face and said calmly: "You said you have such a father, but you dare not mention his name at all, and you don't even dare to give any hints, either you are imagining, or you are afraid , which one do you belong to?"

"I have no illusions! Nor am I afraid of my own father!"

The hooded punk exclaimed: "He is both my father and my idol, and I would gladly give my life for him!"

"So you teamed up with this group of people to engage in this hunting game to imitate your father and please your father?"

Chuck unhurriedly insinuated: "If it is, it can only mean that your vision is too low. Your father is not as powerful as you say. Being able to be hunted down by Christie is the Ah Q spirit of hunting God. The only ones attracted by ideas are ignorant idiots like you and your companions."

"I'm not an idiot!"

The hooded punk girl said angrily: "I only participate in this kind of game to play when I am bored. In the future, I will become a wise saint like my father, bringing death and new life to the world!"

(End of this chapter)