death of hope

Chapter 357 "Corporate Warrior" (272) Violent Streets

Human Federation of Terra,

Cygnus Delta Colony,
San Martin neighborhood.

Julio took Lynch and his team to find investigators. The car stopped near the destination and found that the entire residential building was blocked by guardrails, and several drones were spraying foam towards the building.

The reason is obvious, a large area from the 124th floor to the 89th floor is burned, the outer architectural paint is peeled off, the insulation layer is burnt, the internal reinforced concrete structure can be seen, and occasionally a few wisps of blue smoke are emitted , The fire should have just been extinguished.

There was a large amount of water and foam on the ground, and the cleaners were cleaning it. All the evacuated residents were sleepy, wearing pajamas and wrapped in quilts, lined up and boarded buses in batches, and went to the nearby temporary shelters for refuge. ,

Firefighters wearing yellow helmets and thermal suits were busy shuttling around, and a group of engineers were surveying the scene of the accident and trying to repair the burned out electrical equipment.

Doctors in white coats and blue masks carried out the body bag on a stretcher. There was an unpleasant stench of burnt human fat being burned by flames from between the zippers of the bag.

"Roasting human flesh smells so bad!" the rapper scolded, pinching his nose, "Damn it, we're a step late!"

"This is too coincidental..." Julio looked at the towering giant residential tube building: "The anchor lives on the 105th floor, right in the heart of the fire scene. It seems...that's terrible...hey..."

"I know too much, and being silenced by someone may be a simple accident." Lynch strode towards the residential building, busy firefighters and police ignored him at all, and when he was about to enter the blocked area, he was caught by a group of people. A property company employee in uniform stopped:

"Hey! What are you doing! Non-staff members are not allowed to approach the fire!"

"When did it catch fire?"

"You don't have eyes! There are thousands of people who need to be evacuated, don't hinder my work! I'm busy!"

"The firefighters and doctors are busy. Why are you busy? Anyway, I didn't see it."

"Cao! Are you here to watch the fun, or are you here to find fault?"

"I didn't want to find fault, I just wanted to go in and have a look. There is someone who cares living in it."

"Do you have permission from the fire department?"

"No."

"Then you can get out, big fool, if you force Lai Lai again, I will call the police to arrest you."

"Boss...too honest and unsophisticated." Lodayev smiled and shook his head: "The way things are done is too stupid, Hongye, you go and help the boss."

"It's not that the boss doesn't understand, but he's anxious." Wang Hongye walked over and winked at the property staff, "Big brother, how about a convenience?"

"Wow, Oriental beauty, what can I do for you." The other party immediately changed his face.

(Humph, a guy who judges people by their appearance...) Lynch felt a little lost.

"The one next to me is my elder brother. He wants to go in and find a friend. Please make it easy." Wang Hongye said, handing over a pack of Marlboro limited edition cigarettes in hardcover iron boxes, which are expensive luxury goods.

The property staff glanced around and found that the property manager was not there, so he took the cigarette with confidence and stuffed it into his pocket:

"Ahem, I didn't see anything."

"Thank you, Hongye." Lynch strode into the lobby on the first floor,
The soaked ceiling continued to leak water, all 10 elevators stopped, and all four safety staircases were crowded with evacuated residents.
With the current situation, it would be difficult to climb up to the second floor, let alone the 100th floor, so Lynch had no choice but to turn around and go back.

"Give it up, buddy, it's such a mess inside." After accepting the expensive cigarettes, the property staff's attitude changed a lot:

"You're an outsider, right? We're a ghostly place. The law and order is not good. The alarm bells don't go off all day long, but fires as big as today's are really rare."

"How many people were burned?"

"There is no clear statistics yet. Look at the number of body bags carried out. Compared with the case of jumping from a building, the case of beheading, and the case of mutilating corpses...much more people died than these cases combined. After all It is merciless."

Speaking of these terrible things, the property staff's face is filled with a smile of staying out of the matter and purely looking for fun, which shows that the local people are already accustomed to crime and death.

"You just said that there were murders in this building a while ago?"

"Hmm, what's new about murder cases? In St. Maarten, it's only new if there are no murder cases."

"Among the dead, is there an internet anchor?"

"I don't know." The other party's tone became a little impatient, "I'm not an all-knowing and omnipotent God, how can I know everything, the rent here is cheap, and the people who live here are all low-level people, shoe polishers, street workers, and big salt sellers. , doing anything.”

"May I ask the details of the recent murders?"

"You guys are really weird. Find a note for this kind of question. I just work in a real estate company. It's like an interrogation, really."

(After all, it’s just a pack of cigarettes, and it’s time to renew.)
"Excuse me, I asked a lot of questions." Lynch learned his lesson this time, and took out a few hundred-yuan bills, folded them, and stuffed them into the opponent's jacket pocket.

The rapper BD is a social person, and he is more familiar with the vanity of the locals. He took out an expensive cigar and stuffed it into the other party's mouth, and also took out a lighter to help him light it.

"Dude, try this, it's a good handmade product from Cuba, you smoke it and say, okay."

"Oh! Oh! Cough cough cough... no problem!" The property staff happily closed their mouths from ear to ear, and said, "After all, we are not professional, it's just for work, and we like to have fun. Let's talk about it!

The one who jumped from the building lived on the 150th floor, good guy, he fell into a fucking meat sauce, the note said he committed suicide, but the unlucky neighbor said he was pushed down by the gang.

The note came for an investigation, and the neighbor was high on drugs, his brain was not clear, and the evidence was not accepted. In the end, the case was still closed. After all, the life of a poor ghost is worthless. .

The beheaded one was even more funny. One night, when my colleague White with the big belly was on patrol, he found that the No. 3 elevator was stuck on the 55th floor.

When I got there, I saw someone lying at the elevator entrance with a kraft paper shopping bag over his head.
White thought it was a drunk alcoholic, and kindly wanted to help him up,

Good guy!I didn't expect the kraft paper bag to be so empty!No brains!

The fat boy White was so frightened that he sat down on the ground and couldn't get up. In the middle of the night, he yelled on the radio, waking up all his brothers.

The cop came, and took the police dog to search for the head everywhere in the building, but couldn't find it after searching for a whole night, hey, Wo Cao, guess what!The next morning, when my son went to the basketball court to play,
I found something wrapped in a black plastic bag, hung on the basket, and swayed in the wind. The child had no suspicions. He thought it was a prank made by some friend, and he thought it contained a basketball, so he asked an adult to help. Get down the ladder.

It's big belly White again, hahaha!The fat guy was unlucky, he looked at the contents of the plastic bag, and he was so lucky that he didn't fall off the ladder.

Later, I heard gossip that the landlord on the 55th floor was looking for the rent owed by the tenant. I didn’t want the tenant to be a low-level gangster. He owed a whole lot of debt and couldn’t survive. He was annoyed by the debt collection. He opened the door with a machete and chopped off the landlord’s head. Yes, engaged in such a bloody farce.

The tenant escaped, and there is a high probability that he will not be caught, but it is no different from being dead. He owes usury to the gang, and he will not live long. "

(Is this guy telling a joke?) Lynch was a little annoyed when he heard it, and stared at him with his hips crossed. The property staff laughed at him:
"Don't worry, big man, save the best show for last."

Last week, on the day I was off work, I quarreled with my mother-in-law and walked downstairs smoking,

Seeing a sewage suction truck parked outside, the workers got out of the car and lifted the manhole cover, put on the big pipe and started sucking vigorously.

Good guy, that stinks, the flies within a mile are coming, I just finished eating, so I hurried away so far away.

I heard from my colleagues that the residents in the area C on the lower floor are complaining that the sewer is blocked and the urine is flowing all over the room.

Wo Cao, the phone calls of the property management company have been blasted, and they are all scolding the street, saying that our company only collects property management fees and does nothing, hahaha, to be honest.

People in our business have long been used to being scolded, what else can we do, use the maintenance fund, contact the cheapest company to clean up the pipeline, of course, there will be kickbacks in the middle, and they will all go into the pocket of the manager.

At that time, I didn't take it seriously. I thought it was an ordinary day, and I went to watch a movie with my wife and children, but when I came back, Wo Cao, the downstairs was full of police cars and the street was full of cops!And armed SWAT.

I hurried back to the property office to ask what was going on. The security captain told me that the workers driving the sewage truck were scared to pee. corpse.

The cops began to check the identity of the deceased. They thought they were all broken and had to wait for the DNA test.

At this time, a tenant on the 105th floor came down wearing slippers and called the police, saying that her shared roommate was missing.

That little lady tenant is a beauty anchorwoman, very pretty, but compared to the two next to you, big brother, she is far behind..."

"Wait!" The property staff was spitting, but Julio interrupted him:
"You said... the 105th floor?"

"That's right, I remember correctly, the female anchor who called the police said that the one she rents with is also a colleague in the live broadcast industry, a male anchor, hehe, let me tell you, these two must have an affair behind their backs.

Let me solve the case, the female anchor's boyfriend is probably a member of the gang, so can you bear it if you wear a cuckold?Slaughtered the male anchor, chopped it into minced meat, stuffed it into the toilet and flushed it away. The bone fragments were too fast, blocking the sewer. "

The property staff were still talking excitedly about the mountains, but Julio covered his face in worry:

"The one who died... is the person we are looking for..."

(End of this chapter)