Born In England

The entrance of Roman Restaurant.

Erwin Robert was about to get out of the carriage with a female companion in his arms.

"Erwin, where are we going to play after dinner?" the female companion asked Erwin Robert in a delicate manner.

"After dinner, I'll take you to watch the underground black boxing match. How about you? Haven't you watched it? It's very exciting!"

"Are you so exciting?"

"Haha...Little goblin, you'll know tonight!"

Erwin Robert smiled and prepared to get off the carriage.

1.5 km away.

That is a distance of 1500 meters.

That's definitely within the range of a Barrett sniper rifle.

Li Lin lay quietly on the roof, his index finger on the trigger.

"Southeast Wind Class II..."

"The temperature is 21 degrees..."

In the scope, he had already locked on Erwin Robert's head.

"It's now!"

Pull the trigger.

boom!

Almost instantly.

1.5 kilometers away, Erwin Robert's head was hit in an instant, bursting directly, and the red and white shot shot directly onto the female companion's face.

"Ah!" Seeing this scene, the female companion was so frightened that she slumped on the carriage.

The two doormen, the passers-by, and the four bodyguards of Erwin Robert were instantly shocked in place!

1.5 kilometers away, Li Lin saw that the target had been shot dead. I have to say that the firearms proficiency card I had drawn before was really good.

Put the sniper rifle and the dropped shells directly into the storage space, turn around and leave!

Come lightly, go lightly, without taking away a cloud.

……

At the entrance of the Roman Hotel.

The manager, Acheson, heard the movement and ran out in a hurry.

"what happened?"

"Jing, manager... Erwin Robert was killed!" a doorman said with a look of horror.

"What!" Erwin Robert almost fainted when he heard this. He knew that this young master was the son of the Marquis! Now dying in front of his own restaurant, their restaurant is in big trouble!

"See who did it?"

"Hurry up and report the case!"

"I didn't see... I didn't see the gunman around..."

……

Because it is in the urban area.

Ten minutes later.

Seven or eight Jingcha came in a hurry.

Another half an hour later, the most famous detectives in London all arrived.

Because the identity of the dead person is too big.

At this point, the scene was sealed off.

Inspector Adelaide listened to reports from people at the scene, "Did any witnesses see the murderer?"

"Impossible! To investigate, immediately send someone to investigate and inquire about the situation within a radius of one kilometer, no, three kilometers!"

"Inspector, Erwin Robert died so tragically, his head exploded, and he almost turned into a rotten watermelon! I really don't understand, what kind of firearm can achieve such power!" A detective reported with a frown.

"No matter what, we must do our best to investigate this time. Presumably now, the Marquis of Devon Robert is very angry. If we can't find it out by then, we will all be finished!"

"Yes."

……

in a manor.

Marquis Devon Robert is enjoying dinner.

He ate alone, and his son went out to hang out.

Since his wife's dystocia, he has not resumed the string.

Suddenly, the butler hurried in and said in a cold sweat, "Lord Marquis... something big happened!"

"What's the big deal? Did Erwin lose his bet again? How much did he lose?"

"No, yes, it's the young master... he was killed!" The butler burst into tears after speaking.

"What?" Marquis Devon Robert stood up, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"What did you say?"

"Young Master, the young master was killed, in front of the Roman restaurant..."

hum~

Marquis Devon Robert fainted.

"Lord Marquis, Lord Marquis..."

After half a day.

The old marquis in his sixties finally woke up leisurely.

"Have you found out who is the murderer?" Marquis Devon Robert asked the butler with a gloomy face.

"Sir, still, it hasn't been found out yet... I have ordered them to find out before tomorrow!" the steward said.

"Trash, a bunch of trash!" Marquis Devon Robert roared angrily.

"Who is it, who dares to touch my son?" After Marquis Devon Robert vented, he began to calm down.

The son is dead and unable to return to the sky.

But the murderer must be found. Whoever dares to plot against his own son must make the other party pay the price in blood, no matter who it is!

As a marquis, he has had many enemies for most of his life, and he can't count many people.

As soon as he thought of this, his face was so gloomy that water could drip!

"Go, accompany me to see my son."

An hour later.

Morgue.

When Marquis Devon Robert saw that his son had changed beyond recognition and his head was a rotten watermelon, he was so angry that he fainted again on the spot.

the next day.

The news of the murder of Lord Devon Robert's son caused a sensation in London.

After all, he is the son of a marquis!

Thus, martial law began.

Various search for the murderer.

However, Mao was not found!

A kill from 1.5 kilometers away.

Coupled with Li Lin's disguise, and when he retreated so fast, he couldn't be found at all!

Now the detectives haven't figured out what weapon the killer used!

Because even that large-caliber warhead~www.readwn.com~ was their first time seeing each other.

……

London.

Qinglong Martial Arts Hall.

When Li Zhi was called in by his own boss, he was a little confused.

He just helped his boss to find out about the marquis, and then the marquis' son died.

Could it be that your family has a grudge against that marquis?

He knew very well that in Liverpool before, his family had invited a group of experts to come and kick the Brotherhood of Eagles.

"Li Zhi, you are one of my most trusted confidants, and we are also our own family. You can ask me for yourself. When people from the Marquis family die, they are usually buried in those places!" Li Lin said lightly.

"Ah? Good!" Li Zhi was stunned for a while, then regained his composure.

In a blink of an eye.

A week has passed.

The murderer has not been found.

But the son of the Marquis of Devon Robert is still to be buried.

this day.

In a cemetery outside London.

The funeral procession was long.

Many people came to offer condolences, hundreds of people.

In addition to some relatives, there are many people from all walks of life, all of whom give face to the Marquis of Devon Robert.

In front of the cemetery.

The coffin has already begun to be put down.

They all came forward to offer their condolences.

"Your Majesty, please mourn."

"Please grief."

"We will definitely help find the murderer!"

Everyone came forward to comfort them, and Marquis Devon Robert was crying like a tearful man. In seven days, he lost twenty pounds! I cried twelve times!

This is his only son!