my beauty world

Chapter 180 Murder Road and the Preliminary Whereabouts of the Bald Eagle (8000)

After getting out of the newspaper office and getting into the same car, Matt drove fast, and the car sped toward northwest Washington.

Ronan sat in the co-pilot, opened the equipment bag he carried with him, and professionally installed the lens and film for the camera.

Seeing Ronan's professionalism, Matt praised: "Be well prepared on the first day of work!"

Ronan shrugged: "You don't have to trust me, but don't doubt my professionalism and professionalism. I'm a well-known photography artist!" He asked directly: "Tell me about the situation, so I'm well prepared."

The car turned off Pennsylvania Avenue, and Matt said simply: "I have a news reporter, a taxi driver, who found a woman dead in a park in the Kalorama area, who seemed to have been murdered."

Luo Nan was surprised: "Isn't the first editorial department specializing in current affairs news?"

Matt was a little puzzled: "The woman who died was known to the news informant. She was a very famous courtesan in Washington. She worked around many politicians and provided them with special services for a fee!"

Having said that, Ronan immediately understood: "The very high-end one?"

Mixed in the fashion circle, these are not surprising, similar situations are very common among models.

Matt nodded slightly: "The top one, the one-time fee is more than what you earn in a month!"

Luo Nanxin said, do you know how much I earned last month?Speak out to scare people to death!
If you really want to earn a month at a time, then instead of diamonds, there is a black hole in the universe.

The political reporter at the time was bold enough, and Matt's gossip was strong enough: "I dare not say that she has entered the White Room, but she has definitely served some people in Congress, more than once."

Ronan said: "So, there may be many political figures involved in her death?"

"Washington is never calm." Matt said mysteriously: "This is the political center of the United States, and it is also the dirtiest place in the United States, full of countless transactions."

He further said: "The death of such a woman, who knows who will be involved later? Judging from my years of experience in the industry, it is definitely the beginning of a political storm!"

In terms of understanding of North American political circles, Ronan can't compare to these old Washington fritters.

Matt suddenly changed his tone, and there was a warning from an old man to a newcomer: "In the business of current affairs news, especially in a place like Washington, you must be cautious in your words and deeds. If you are not careful, you may become a gun in the hands of others. Maybe you will go to jail or even lose your life before you find out."

Ronan was very cooperative: "It's scary, it's better to be in the model circle."

Matt thought that the goal was achieved, and said: "So, enjoy life more in your spare time. If you get off work early today, I will take you to see the psychedelic life in Washington. There is an entertainment bar, which is very good."

In Duke's way, Ronan asked solemnly: "Matt, do you have that top-level contact?"

Matt quickly turned his head and glanced at Ronan: "Don't mess around, it will empty your wallet."

"Don't get me wrong!" Ronan said seriously, "I just want to get some news and get a firm foothold in the newspaper as soon as possible. It has nothing to do with that kind of thing."

Matt held back his laughter and nodded again and again: "I understand, I understand."

Ronan is not kidding, this kind of industry is at the top level, and frequent contact with figures in the political circle, maybe you will learn some useful information.

Soon at the gate of the park, the car stopped on the side of the road at random, and Matt opened the door and ran into the park.

Ronan followed closely behind, and police cars drove over one after another.

A small piece of woods in the park was pulled out of a quarantine area by a yellow police tape, and many people in uniform were busy in it. Because they came quickly enough, the police were surveying the scene, and the corpse had not been covered yet.

With Ronan's gaze, even from a distance, he could see the scene clearly.

There was a naked female corpse hanging from the cross fork of a big tree.

Not by hanging, but by hanging with your arms upside down.

The lower abdomen of the female corpse swelled up unnaturally, blood dripped continuously, and a long screw handle was exposed between the legs, like a long screw that could be turned.

"Quick! Take a picture!" Matt was also very professional. He took out a telescope, took a look, and said, "That's right, it's that little bitch Christine. I've seen her before."

Ronan held up his camera professionally to take pictures. The telephoto lens was enough to capture the picture over there, and asked at the same time, "Is she famous?"

Matt obviously knows this woman: "The celebrities in that circle are rumored to have graduated from a certain Ivy League law school and worked as a legal assistant. They not only provide physical services, but also provide similar emotional services. The fees are extremely expensive. I heard people say , There was an old guy who was obsessed with her, and then he ran out of money, and sold his property in order to find her."

Ronan's speech must be in line with Duke's personality: "Isn't this disrupting the market?"

Matt agrees: "Yeah! You're right! She's been charging another tier since then."

Some police came to chase people away, and drove all the onlookers out, especially the reporters.

Matt is worthy of the police, shouting: "The public has the right to know! You are obstructing the freedom of the press! I will sue you!"

Taking advantage of Matt's messing around, Ronan clicked and took a lot of photos.

The body was preliminarily examined over there, and it was put down and covered up.

"Withdraw first!" Matt waved: "The most valuable part is gone, we got the exclusive!"

He went outside first, and said to Ronan, "Go see my informant!"

Luo Nan packed up his camera and walked out. The reporters from other media had just arrived.

The two got into the car and rushed to the other side of the park.

Matt drove the car and asked, "Did you see clearly? What was stuffed under the woman?"

Luo Nanyuan had seen similar things in the world in northern Myanmar, and said vaguely: "It seems to be a kind of torture tool in Europe in the Middle Ages, called the bitter torture pear, which is specially aimed at the mouth and that place."

Matt wondered: "Bitter pear? How to use it?"

Ronan roughly said: "You can understand it as a different kind of umbrella, get it inside, and then open the umbrella."

Matt suddenly realized: "Human life!"

Ronan turned his head to look at the scene of the crime: "No one will die in a while, that woman, she was tortured."

Matt was curious: "What kind of hatred? What kind of hatred? Using this method? Even if she has the secrets of some politicians, just kill her to silence her."

Turning to the other side of the park, there is a taxi parked here, and an old white man who is nearly sixty years old is standing beside the car.

The old man's cheeks were thin, his eye sockets were sunken, and the corners of his mouth drooped. His physical condition was not very good, and he seemed to be bent over by the heavy life.

Matt parked behind the taxi, got out and said hello: "Dani."

The old man walked a few steps here and asked, "Is it useful? I won't mistake anyone. That woman has called my taxi many times, and I have taken her to many high-end hotels."

"It's her!" Matt took out his wallet and counted the money from the inside out. He was very generous: "Pay more attention to her news, and call me if you get something."

Dani took the money, a little bit, his old face wrinkled with a smile: "No problem!"

Matt asked, "How did you find out?"

Dani elaborated: "I sponsored some homeless people. They would go to the corner of the park at night to find a place to sleep. One of them found the body and called me immediately. When I came, someone had already called the police."

Matt asked a few more questions, but got nothing else, and said, "Okay, let's do this for now, pay more attention."

Call Ronan and get in the car together.

Dani got into a taxi and turned to leave.

Ronan rested his arms on the car door, concentrated and listened carefully to the movement in the taxi.

I heard Dani talking to himself: "The news about politicians is worth money, and we still have to keep an eye on politicians."

The taxi went away, but Ronan couldn't hear the sound, so he withdrew his attention.

Matt asked at this time: "You are not in the fashion circle in Los Angeles, how did you come to Washington?"

Ronan said nonsense: "I'm curious about many things, such as the competition among politicians, congressional elections, secret service agents, deals between parties and funders, and the bald eagle that represents America."

This is Washington, and the national emblem of the United States can be seen on many buildings on both sides of the road.

Ronan pointed to the bald eagle emblem upstairs: "I heard people say that the bald eagle was chosen as the main pattern because the bald eagle played a huge role in the War of Independence and later had a great influence in the army?"

"There is such a thing." Matt is a reporter who runs current affairs and knows a lot about similar things: "The bald eagle used for major political activities is a direct descendant of the one during the War of Independence."

Like a newcomer who just entered the current affairs news circle, Ronan made random suggestions: "I read in the newspapers and on TV that there is not much news about this bird. Why don't the newspapers do a special report on the bald eagle? This is a bird on the Internet. Bird is very popular, if we do an exclusive interview, readers should buy it?"

Matt said: "Do you think the newspaper has never thought about it? That bird has always been in charge of the Secret Service. Those bastards with muscles in the head of the Secret Service never gave it a chance. Over the years, many media have applied for interviews about bald eagles. Rejected by the Secret Service."

Starting from his own professional standpoint, he cursed again: "The people in the Secret Service are all bastards who hinder the freedom of the press!"

Ronan naturally stood in Matt's position: "It's obvious that we can come here secretly, just like the reporters in Los Angeles who secretly took photos of celebrities, and secretly took pictures of bald eagles! The opening photo, isn't it just for us to write the content?"

Matt smiled: "There are many people who think like you. I also aimed at the bald eagle when I first came here, but I couldn't see it at all except for major foreign affairs events. Maybe God didn't even know that the Secret Service raised him. Where."

Reporters, there are always a lot of true news and fake news: "There are rumors that the people who raise and protect the bald eagle are the best of the best. I was drinking in a bar and heard that a man who used to work as a ground crew at Andrews Air Force Base Some people brag, saying that the weakest person protecting the bald eagle can single-handedly take on dozens of soldiers."

Ronan didn't specifically ask the bald eagle again, but instead said, "I also like to go out for a drink after get off work. I just came to Washington, so I don't know which bar is good?"

Matt said casually: "I often go to Georgia Avenue, there is a happy club bar over there, the atmosphere is very good."

Ronan has already asked this question, so he must take the initiative to invite: "Going to have a drink after get off work today?"

Matt shook his head: "Not today, I have to follow up the news in time."

The two returned to the newspaper office, and then entered the first editorial department. Ronan's desk, computer and special image processing equipment had already been installed in place.

The desk is against the wall, Canadian female reporter Rachel is across the aisle, and Matt is opposite.

Ronan said hello, took out the film and went to the darkroom to develop the photos, took the time to send a message to Jess, briefly explaining what Matt said just now.

There are some things that don't require him to come forward in person.

After developing the photos, several people in the office were discussing that 2004 was the election year, and the presidential election was in full swing. The two candidates were the incumbent Thomas White and the challenger Garrett Walker.

"Don't ignore a person!" Rachel said suddenly: "Frank Underwood, Garrett Walker's assistant, seems to be low-key, but he is actually very skilled. interview."

She looked at Ronan: "If it can be done, Duke, can I trouble you to help take pictures then?"

Ronan immediately responded, "No problem."

The name Frank Underwood, Ronan heard Jess mention it last night, seems to be an important figure in Peter Russell's party.

He asked a special question like a newcomer asking for advice.

Rachel gave an answer. Frank is currently the whip of the opposition party and the most important assistant to the leader of the party, Walker. He also has a very powerful wife named Claire, who is engaged in charity and has launched "water purification projects" in many states .

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After running down the whole day, the taxi made half a trip around Washington. Dani seemed to be too old to bear it. As soon as it got dark, he took the car back to the slightly old independent wooden house in the northeast.

Although it is a detached house, the house is old and the community environment is average. It is just a very ordinary residence.

When he was about to enter the door, the neighbor next door happened to drive over and greeted him: "Dani, I came back early today."

Dani's back was somewhat hunched, and his slightly aged face couldn't hide his exhaustion: "I'm getting old, I can't stand it anymore, if I keep driving, I'm going to crash."

The neighbor kindly said, "Have a good night's sleep and leave the car tomorrow."

The wrinkles of Dani's smile blossomed: "I see, I won't make fun of the car, it's my only means of earning a living."

The neighbor waved his hand, raised the car window, drove forward, and looked back at Dani who entered the door: "It's not easy."

In his impression, Dani has moved here for many years, and he is an excellent person. When he was in good health, if someone had something to do, he just yelled, and Dani would help.

Unfortunately, Danny is old.

After entering the house and having some casual dinner, Dani entered the storage room on the side of the kitchen, opened the hidden basement door, and walked underground along the long stairs.

The basement was very deep. After walking down for a long time, another door was opened. Dani pressed the switch, and the huge basement was as bright as day.

Closing the soundproof door, Dani's demeanor, who was originally a bit old, changed instantly. The old spirit gradually dissipated from his body, his slightly stooped back straightened up, and his waist straightened.

It's like a different person!

Dani came to a simple machine tool, took out the metal hose from the box, and put it under the vise for processing.

The special career in his early years allowed him to learn and master a lot of special skills, especially the ability to torture people.

The metal hose is slightly processed and installed on a small electric pump. A large thick plastic bucket is installed on the electric pump. Dani opens the lid of the bucket, fills it with boiled pasta, and turns on the electric pump switch.

There was a chug-chug sound, the electric pump started, and the rotten pasta sprayed out from the mouth of the metal hose and fell into a plastic bucket.

Dani nodded slightly, and the effect was not bad.

After turning off the electric pump and tidying up briefly, Dani pulled out a blackboard made of iron sheet.

On the blackboard, use magnets to attach photos and instructions.

One photo is in the middle, and the other six are in a circle.

The photo in the middle is a woman, her figure and appearance are top-notch, sexier and more beautiful than most Hollywood stars.

If Matt had been here, he would have recognized this woman as the dead one he had seen in the park woods this morning—Christine!

Dani took down the photo of Christine, took out a lighter and lit it, and the photo was burned to ashes.

In the past two years, Christine came to Washington from New York. Under the impetus of her agent, she quickly opened up the situation, became a celebrity in a certain circle, and got involved with many political figures.

Not just men, but also women.

The political circle in Washington is no cleaner than Hollywood in Los Angeles.

Dani is the driver Christine sometimes uses, not the one he uses the most, but he is more reassuring, and sometimes even chats with Dani.

Because Dani is as old as her grandpa.

By picking up and dropping off Christine, Dani knew and got to know some politicians a little bit, and then conducted relevant investigations to determine the list with Christine as the core!

A murder list with a stake in the promotion!

Dani threw the burning photo into the trash can and looked at the people in the rest of the photos.

Here are some of the big names in Washington.

Pennsylvania Representative: Peter Russell!

Opposition Whip: Frank - Underwood!

Frank's Staff: Douglas Stamp!
Charity Director: Claire Underwood
White Room Staff: Karl Anhusser...

These people have all had an affair with Christine!
And they have a way to die!

Sitting at the wooden table in the basement, Dani took an old book next to it. On the cover was written "Gypsy language" that had long since disappeared in the long river of history.

This city is full of changes and changes!

A storm is brewing right now!
When Dani was living in Eastern Europe, he once suffered a failure at the most critical moment of promotion, causing his vitality to be seriously injured. After many years of dormancy, he gradually recovered. With the keen sense of an extraordinary person, the most suitable opportunity for promotion had arrived.

Open the book, there are gypsies in it, and there are supplements made in Latin later.

Flip to the third page, and there are seven huge heads written in Latin: Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Laziness, Pride, Envy, and Rage!
Dani's fingers ran over Lust.

This one is done, there are six remaining.

When these are completed, he will be promoted to the third rank and have his own path to murder!

Dani closed the book and put it away, then turned to look at the blackboard. There was a big fat man with big ears on it.

One of the staff of the White Room: Karl Anhusser.

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Pleasure Club Bar, a very ordinary nightclub in Washington.

Because the bar owner has some relationship, even in this place of Washington, there are a large number of beautiful girls haunting the hotel at night, constantly attracting male customers to come to drink and have fun.

After having a drink in the afternoon, Patu, who was still not clear-headed, wobbled towards the bar.

He fumbled into his pocket and found some cash.

After drinking, there is a suitable affirmative offerer to go to the hotel for consumption, and the person who makes the appointment usually only needs cash.

Approaching the entrance of the bar, Patu unwrapped three sticks of chewing gum and stuffed them into his mouth, suppressing the smell of alcohol from belching.

I will drink again later, but what I just drank has a different taste from what came out of my stomach.

"This damn alcohol addiction!"

Patu said to himself, he knew that drinking was a mistake, and he even lost a job at the Andrew base because of drinking.

But also got another job.

You can lose your job, but you can't quit drinking, and quitting drinking is deadly!
A commercial vehicle was parked across the street, and the people in the vehicle watched Patu at the entrance of the bar through the window.

Jess dressed up as a young lady again, and asked the subordinates in front, "David, is that him?"

The thief leader in a large area of ​​Washington, at this time, behaved like a guinea pig: "Boss, my people specially bought a few waiters in the bar this afternoon, and confirmed that the person who brags in the bar that he worked in logistics at the military base is this Patu. "

Jess glanced at the alcoholic: "Get him done!"

David nodded, took out his mobile phone and made a call: "The target will go in immediately, ready to act."

Jess sat in the car and waited patiently.

Patu was very lucky today. Just after entering the hotel and drinking half a glass of wine, he saw the type he liked. It was a relatively rare woman with red hair and big ass.

Red hair and big buttocks are Patu's favorite. He likes to hold the red rein and hit the heavy rear of the car the most.

Naturally, she went up to strike up a conversation, and the woman was very straightforward: "How much can you offer?"

Patu made a gesture.

The woman nodded, said the name of the motel, and said at the same time, "You will pay for the room and bus fares."

It was rare to come across such an aesthetically pleasing product, and Patu felt itchy, so he agreed.

Pleasure Bar has rules, you can hook up in the bar, but you can't trade in the bar.

Patu led the woman out of the bar, called a taxi, and went to a motel on the outskirts of the city. Motels are relatively cheap, and they are also the preferred place for people in this industry.

Even, some women are involved with the hotel, such as bringing a person to the door, and the hotel will pump water.

David asked the driver to drive and hurriedly followed.

After going out of the city and arriving at the slightly empty motel, the red-haired woman quickly opened the room and led Patu into the room near the backyard.

After closing the door, Patu couldn't wait to take off the woman's clothes. Just as he stretched out his hand, four people rushed out from the bathroom.

The red-haired woman hugged Patu's hand vigorously, the other three pressed their hands and feet, and one took out a rag and pressed it on Patu's nose and mouth.

Patu struggled desperately, but his body, which had been corroded by alcohol for many years, did not need much strength.

The four men who controlled him were all strong men!
Male on male and male on male, Patu couldn't even move, let alone resist!
It didn't take long for the drug to take effect, Patu's body softened and he passed out.

Four burly men set up Patou and handed him out through the rear window, where a van was parked with the cargo door open toward the rear window.

People threw them into the car, locked the door of the car, and the four men and one woman retreated separately as planned.

The van quickly started, drove out of the backyard and continued to run outside the city until it reached a remote mountainous area.

Seeing a commercial vehicle parked ahead, the driver hurriedly stopped.

David waved at the driver: "Come here, get in the car!"

The driver obediently got into the car without saying a word.

The commercial vehicle drove away, and the little sister Jess loaded the goods from the side of the road. The key was left in the car, the ignition was turned on, and the car drove in circles to the small road where there were no people.

When she came to the appointed place, she looked around, as if a bird was flying from a nearby tree.

After waiting for a few minutes, someone appeared in the dark. Jess quickly got out of the car and took a few steps forward: "You're here."

Ronan nodded slightly, and asked directly: "Where is the person?"

Jess pointed back: "In the carriage."

Ronan walked to the rear compartment, Jess hurriedly followed, and went to unlock the door and turn on the lights.

Jess opened a box, took out the black robe and mask, and gave Ronan the same after putting it on: "I asked someone to check, he is alone in Washington, he has no job for the time being, and no frequent friends, after you ask I'll control it and take him to other states when it's over."

"Yes." Ronan used the vest of passers-by, plus a layer of black clothes and black robes. He raised his head and said, "Bomb!"

Ravens descended and stood in nearby trees to act as sentinels.

Ronan took out a shot of LSD and threw it to Jess: "Go and give him a shot."

Jess has seen it many times. Next, she skillfully gave Patu an injection in the neck and asked, "Is one injection enough?"

"Let's take a look first." Ronan judged that Patu was just an ordinary person, remembering Giselle who Jess had an injection last time, and asked, "What happened to that female Mossad agent?"

Jess's tone immediately weakened: "It's still closed. I'm brainwashing her. Some of the training she has experienced has become instinctive. It takes time for the seeds of consciousness to work."

Ronan has always been simple and straightforward when dealing with enemies: "If you can't do it, kill it."

Jess's patience was almost exhausted: "Yeah."

Seeing that Ronan stopped talking, Jess didn't dare to speak casually, so she simply went to the door of the rear compartment, took out the prepared bird food, and threw it to the raven: "Bomb, continue!"

The raven took a look, but didn't move at all, and the bird food fell to the ground.

Jess scratched her head in embarrassment: "I bought it just for you."

Raven remained still.

Ronan took out a small packet of roasted meat cubes and handed it to Jess: "Use this."

Next, Jess opened the bag, took out one, threw it into her mouth, chewed and swallowed it, it tasted really good.

Then, it turned out that something wasn't quite right, it was for birds...

If I eat bird food, am I not in the same position as a bird?
"Ah! Ah-"

The raven yelled at her, and Jess quickly took it out and threw it to the raven. Watching the raven skillfully catch and devour it, Jess's face under the mask was full of grievances: "Is this the daily food of the bomb? A bird is worse than..."

On the other side, there was a moaning and chirping sound. Compared with Giselle that Jess had seen, Patu's resistance was almost zero.

Ronan began to question in an orderly manner: "Name?"

"Patu-Trincon."

"Profession?"

"The former ground staff of the Andrew training base, because of his alcohol addiction, he is no longer suitable to stay at the base. He was recruited by the FBI and became their informant in Washington, looking for spies hidden in society."

Under the effect of the medicine, Patu's words poured out in a rush.

The FBI's informant status was a complete accident.

Such a person appeared on the streets of Washington, and it really wasn't innocent.

Not to mention FBI informants, even well-trained FBI agents can't handle powerful hallucinogens.

Ronan knew about Andrew Air Force Base and asked, "What happened to the training base?"

Patu said in detail: "The elite training base, led by the White House and the Pentagon, in conjunction with CIA, DHS, FBI, DEA, and Secret Service, jointly established an elite training base that specializes in training elite soldiers and powerful agents, and trains graduates. Known as a private or non-commissioned officer, they have super combat capabilities."

As soon as Ronan heard it, he understood that this was the place where the old Americans specially trained soldiers' professional systems, and asked again: "Is the bald eagle representing the United States at the training base during the large-scale political activities?"

Patu has worked at the training base for several years, and this qualification is also the reason why the FBI recruited him: "The Eagle's Nest is in the training base, and there are eagle keepers and guards in charge, and the bald eagle enjoys the same treatment as a national treasure. !"

"Which department is in charge?"

"In the past, the Secret Service was in charge. Later, General Hawke established the Special Affairs Bureau, and the Bald Eagle was changed to the Special Affairs Bureau. It is said that the eagle breeder and the guard officer were transferred to the Secret Affairs Bureau. I don't know the details, but I just listened to the people at the base. Chatted about it."

Ronan asked a key point: "What is the strength of the eagle breeder and the guard?"

Patu said directly: "I have seen them train. The two guards are very, very scary. They are stronger than the training officers at the base who are code-named non-commissioned officers! The strongest is the Eagle Raiser. He is an aborigine, code-named Chief!"

Ronan nodded slightly, except for the Special Affairs Bureau and the aborigines, everything else was expected.

Better than the trainer code-named Sergeant, maybe a second-order peak or something?Or third order?
The falconer was an aborigine?Code Chief?Sure enough, there are people who betrayed their ancestors everywhere.

Ronan had met people from the ancient Indian system, and through soul fragments, he knew that the second level of the hunter system was called a tamer, and his taming proficiency came from the tamer of the Virginia manor.

It is estimated that the falconer is at worst a tamer.

Ronan continued to question, but there was not much useful information. After all, Patu was just an ordinary ground worker at Andrew's training base, and he couldn't grasp the key points at all.

What made Ronan feel useful later was the people at Andrew's training base, who often went to an officer's club to relax during their vacations.

Unable to ask any more questions, Ronan looked at Jess: "I'll leave it to you."

Jess nodded: "Just don't worry, I can take care of it."

Ronan was about to get out of the car.

Jess asked proactively, "Is there anything else for me to do?"

Ronan stopped, and said casually: "Check if there are any recent political activities that require the appearance of the bald eagle."

Jess basically controlled a member of the House of Representatives, and she was well informed about it.

Ronan got out of the car and walked towards the dark place.

The raven flapped its wings and flew up.

Jess waved at Raven: "Bomb, goodbye."

After speaking, he found the bag containing the roasted meat grains in his hand, and quickly hid it in his pocket.

Jess tied up Patu, locked the car door, got into the driver's seat, and said in her heart: "Next time, I must strive for equal treatment!"

(End of this chapter)