C50 Ma Ke Committed Suicide

Not a moment ago, not even Mrs. Ivan had any hope at all.

After hearing his words, she could not believe her own eyes. She could not help but look at her husband, John Darke.

"There's hope, calm down, this guy. . . " John Darke said in a low voice, but his gaze never left that guy's face.

A police officer had already brought a glass of soda water and carefully placed it next to Mark.

Seeing him drink happily, it gave people a pleasant feeling.

At this time, he should cherish food and drink it. Then, he would reminisce about a good life, and then his heart would completely collapse.

"The law is always fair. As long as you say that mysterious woman. . . "

Seeing that he was about to open his eyes, Madam Ivan gently reminded him.

"Blackberry Princess. . . " Suddenly, Ma Ke couldn't help but mutter to himself.

When he heard this unfamiliar name, Niles' expression changed drastically. He couldn't help but touch the gun.

But it was too late!

Mark raised the wine glass with both hands and fiercely smashed it towards his own head.

The force was neither too strong nor too weak, and it was just enough to smash half of the glass into pieces. Ma Ke pulled the glass back, and the sharp, irregularly-shaped mouth of the glass stabbed into his neck.

It was immediately inserted into the aorta, causing blood to flow out like a fountain.

He did not stop, and continued to push forward. His protruding eyes were blood red, and his body began to tremble as he roared:

"Shoot, shoot, you bastards!"

. . .

The famous Fast Hand Devil King Matthew. Mark was dead.

He had been a bandit for more than ten years. He was famous for his speed, ruthlessness, and brutality. Before he died, he did something shocking, like a ghost that never left, warning the police that his name was not fake. Even if he died, he would not call you An Sheng.

A few police officers began to clean up his corpse.

Niles knew that he had failed again. He was afraid that Charles would punish him. He immediately sorted out his attitude and started to organize people to deal with the aftermath. He did on-site inspection records, recorded evidence, and took statements for the guarding police officers.

He did this to show that what the police did was right. This fellow had committed suicide out of fear of crime, and legally speaking, he had no responsibility.

What Charles was worried about now was not the blame, but the appearance of another "Blackberry Princess. "

He was not the only one who heard it. Everyone in the room knew about it and hid it from him even if they wanted to. There was also that mysterious plan that involved so many women. It couldn't be delayed at all, and they had to quickly search for clues.

There were often cases, but this was too complicated.

Charles did not continue pursuing the case. He stood in the corridor for a while and immediately calmed down. He called Charles over and arranged:

"This matter is very troublesome. Now we have to sit down and think about where to find clues next. This way. . . "

He suggested to arrange a meal for John Darke and his family. He wanted to explain the police's work and sincerely communicate with them. The chairman was a man of his word in Crown Prince City, and Ivan was an authoritative figure in the world of women. They had to fight for their understanding. After all, the police had saved their family. He believed that they would understand the police.

After telling John Darke about this idea, Niles was worried that John Darke would not give him face. He did not expect Mr. Chairman to be so straightforward. In addition, he had just regained his freedom. It was like having a good drink to ease his nervousness, so he agreed immediately.

At noon, Niles informed the Hilton Hotel that it could continue to operate. The police officers guarding the hotel strictly inspected the personnel entering and exiting the hotel and increased the security. The rest of the people went to the food city on the second floor to have a meal.

They would rather be peaceful dogs than mess with the world!

This was an obvious feeling when Xiao Qiangbing came to the Mission Area. When he thought of the countless beggars on the streets, his heart felt heavy.

However, when he arrived at the Food City on the second floor, he was immediately stunned by the scene before him:

All sorts of boxes and units were set up in one word: Food District. The entire place was filled with the thick fragrance of rice.

Looking up, there were French food, pasta, Japanese cuisine, and American rice. The signboard at the entrance was dazzling. People were coming and going. It was very lively.

There was a group of people who were either rich or noble everywhere. No matter when, they were enjoying the beautiful and delicious scenery of the human world to their heart's content.

Fatty Liu saw a family of Sichuan Cuisine from afar. He threw his long hair to the ground and raised his heels to take a few glances. He swallowed his saliva and could not help but say:

"It's just his home. Sichuan Cuisine, it's refreshing and satisfying. Two more pots of wine, please. "

The old Taoist looked at the crystal clear and super chewy pizza in the hands of a Taotie customer and immediately felt his stomach gurgle. Coincidentally, "Wu Kong" moved on his shoulder and immediately stopped Fatty Liu's thoughts.

"Fatty, I say, can you be more particular, kid? I, Wu Kong, have a narrow escape just now. In my opinion. . . "

"What's the matter? What are you worrying about? That thief's eyeballs aren't idle at all. They're all f * cking eating as they watch. What's Wu Kong talking about? Me, say it. What do you mean?" Liang Shuai shook the Bodhi bracelet in his hand and rudely stopped him.

"What the hell is this? I, Wukong, have performed quite a bit of meritorious service just now. Isn't it a celebratory feast? It can't eat spicy food. That thing with the pizza being sour and sweet. . . I. . . "

The old Taoist started to argue again. Fatty Liu was so angry that he pointed at him fiercely and said with disappointment:

"Well, old ghost, it's you who is hungry, right? The last time I made chili sauce in the shop, I made it for heavenly pepper. You took three bottles with you and didn't go out. You ate a lot with that damn monkey. . . "

They kept arguing and Xiao Qiangbing couldn't take it anymore. He asked Adolf in confusion:

"Little Daoist, where's your head? Should we wait. . . "

Xiao Qiangbing was such a person. If you respect me, I will naturally return the favor. Adolf said in a low voice, a little embarrassed:

"Brother, they are in the private room. Director Charles really said that he would invite you to participate, Director Niles. . . "

First of all, Director Niles did not want to see Xiao Qiangbing, and second of all, this guy thought that there were fewer people, so he tried to curry favor with Xiao Qiangbing. As for the Johandack family, it was not a bad thing to befriend a big shot, regardless of how this case would turn out in the future.

At that time, he explained to Director Charles that Xiao Qiangbing only had one member to accompany the chairman and the director for a meal. His rank was not high enough.

Every place was about rank. Charles thought about how he, the Head Chief, was in charge of countless military and police forces. He would arrange a mission or organize a meeting. It would be the assistants of his subordinates who would directly inform the captains of each team. He had never interacted with an ordinary member before.

In fact, as long as Charles said a word, Xiao Qiangbing would naturally be treated with high class dining etiquette. He was a hero, and every time, he would turn the tide. However, Niles seemed to have Alzheimer's, so he did not mention this at all.

If this kind of small matter was placed in the country, or in the Special Forces, Xiao Qiangbing would not take it seriously at all.

He did not like the kind of banquet that gave off the strong scent of official politics. When he spoke, he would not stop. There were all kinds of schemes and schemes, verbal clashes, and eating bad food. He even looked at the leader's face.

It was different now. He had brought a group of people with him, and Adolf had brought a group of people with him. There were also a few fellow countrymen who were working with him. He was the representative of a group of people who had helped the headquarters and the police solve the case and made such a huge contribution, yet they had to pay for it.

"Charles, Niles, you two old fellows are so cold to me. Have you ever considered that I, Xiao Qiangbing, am so easy to bully? If this problem were to develop. . . In the future, when we are on the national team, our brothers will not be like this often, and we will become third-class citizens?"

He calmly thought about it and could not help but frown. A wave of anger surged into his heart.