Touch.△

When the door of the command car in Cecil Hotel was opened by Julian, she rushed down in panic. The gunshot just now came too suddenly, and it suddenly broke the silence of the whole world.

At the same time, the command car was already in chaos, and almost all the detectives in the police station Homicide Section were confused, and they kept gathering in the command car as if they had problems.

"Zhu, where did you shoot?"

"Adam, is the murderer appearing?"

"Why do I sound like the direction of the Cecil Hotel??"

"Who is in the command car? Answer!"

Touch, touch, touch, touch.

When four gunshots came out again, Julian rushed into the command car like crazy. When she returned to her position, sat in front of many monitors, she began to issue instructions quickly: "Everyone rushed to the Cecil Hotel, and the gunshots came from the upper floors of the Cecil Hotel. It's hard to say what floor it was. Immediately blocked the front and rear doors, and the others rushed in quickly. On weekends, Adam and Quinn were all inside, hurry up!"

Buzz ~~~

The moment Julian issued the order, there was a private car at every intersection near Cecil Hotel, rushing over the accelerator without regard to traffic rules and speed limits in the city. The Knight was the first to arrive. After getting off the car, he took out his pistol and said to his colleagues behind him: "Tell the next group of people coming to guard the stairwell, you guard the door, and the rest ask them to wait for the elevator. I'll go to the top floor, and leave the remaining 14, 13, and 12 floors to you."

The detectives who were originally on standby were all caught in a sense of urgency in a few death-seeking gunshots. What they didn't know was that the weekend was more urgent than the situation they all faced.

In this world, killing is never a problem, and the problem is after killing.

He killed someone on the weekend, but he didn't have any time to think about things like guilt. What he needs most now is a perfect scene, a scene without loopholes.

Click.

Standing on the roof, he took out the baton that had been put in place long after shooting at Alex on the weekend. When he threw the baton away, he pinched Alex's hand with his police uniform shirt, then put the baton in his hand and pinched it, and finally threw the baton there.

Next, he squatted in front of Quinn with a gun, and he stretched out his hand to hold the pistol as if he was empty. In that second, his brain was running quickly...

Quinn?

He felt something was wrong with Quinn, and the fainted Quinn seemed to have exposed something...

clothing!

If Quinn was knocked unconscious by himself, his clothes would be natural when he threw himself forward, but after the turn of his arms holding his ankle just now, the suit would definitely wrinkle when it rotated.

This fatal loophole can make the Forensic Department immediately understand after analysis that Quinn fainted and was moved!

I don’t know how much time he has left on the weekend, but this loophole must be solved. He once again grabbed the corner of Quinn’s suit with his foot in his police uniform and shirt, and grabbed the suit that was pressed under the other party and naturally covered Quinn’s side, as if the suit without buttons floated up and fell when Quinn fell.

Fortunately, Quinn's suit was pressed under her for not long, and there were no obvious wrinkles on the suit.

Just after I finished all this, when I walked back to my previous position on the weekend, a shout came from the gatehouse of the top floor: "Who is there!"

I didn't see anyone on the weekend. The guy who came up was very good at protecting himself. He probably just saw the figure on the roof. He hid in order not to accidentally hurt and avoid him appearing. After all, no one knew whether the person on the roof was his own or the murderer.

"knight?"

"Western Part Weekend!"

He rushed up the stairs with the knight who had seen more than once on the weekend. His steps were very large, and he stepped directly over the three steps almost every step. When he rushed to the gatehouse, he had already seen the blood on the ground and Adam who was nestled in the blood: "jesus!"

"What the hell happened?"

The Knight fell into a special emotion, which made him forget to report to the command car.

"Zhou, answer me!"

The weekend, covered in blood, reached out to wipe it, squatted down at Quinn, who was unconscious on the ground and said, "This bastard!"

"You mean..."

Before the knight could finish speaking, a large number of police detectives had already rushed up. Some of them walked into the roof of the iron gate of the gatehouse, some of them sighed and cursed on the spot, and some were stunned like the knight... Everyone fell into silence.

The knight who recovered a little leaned over and squatted beside Zhouzhang and said, "Zhou, give me the gun."

The other detectives took the gun from Quinn at this time.

He must express something, which is so important that it will become the key evidence of the entire case.

"**!" He stood up at the weekend and looked at the knight and said, "**Want to take my gun? Do you know what I've experienced just now!"

"Hey, hey, Zhou, relax." The Knight stood up and said, "No one wants to do anything to you. You are also a policeman. You will be at ease only if you hand over the gun on such occasions, right?"

The Knight reached out to touch the gun in the weekend at the slowest speed. This time, the Knight had no resistance on the weekend and asked the Knight to withdraw the gun. At that time, the Knight said, "Zhou, have you seen it? We have no malice. Come, come over and tell me what is going on here."

When he gently hugged Zhou Yue's shoulder and walked step by step towards the edge of the roof, he saw the body beside the water tower before he could take two steps: "Who is that?"

On the weekend, I stood at the edge of the top floor of the Cecil Hotel and looked down for the second. Police cars that had been reduced countless times below the height that the naked eye could not accept, and the forensic department also arrived...

"What the hell happened?"

A voice came from behind the weekend. After turning around and looking back, I happened to see other detectives awakening Quinn...

"f—u—c—k—temptation!!!"

On weekends, he turned around and shook the arm that the knight had hugged on his shoulders, and ran towards Quinn. After cursing, he kicked over and kicked over.

Everything is caused by you, then you have to bear all of this!

null!

Quinn, who had finally done it, was staring at Adam's body in a daze, but a powerful impact came from his back. He kicked Quinn's shoulder and kicked him to the side.

After kicking this weekend like crazy, he barely stood firm while staggering. The next second, he rushed over and swung his fists and beat him up regardless of his head and buttocks.

When the detectives discovered, they were unprepared and Quinn had been knocked down to the ground and shrank and defended. When they arrived to pull the weekend away, the two F-squee detectives who had bet with Adam arrived.

"Gentlemen, the circus performance has ended here. Now I officially inform you that we will take over the scene. No matter what evidence you have found on the scene, please put all those things back in place. Then, be careful, carefully, and carefully withdraw from the scene."
Chapter completed!