death of hope

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Mass shooting at Key Biscayne Hotel in Uptown Miami
The victims included Conservative Party leaders and federal senators;

Earl Robert DR Mithranda,

Former Deputy Minister of Federal Intelligence, winner of the Order of the Golden Krait,
General Jeremy KL Sherman,
and 31 other active or retired senior federal civil servants.

Another hotel resident was kicked to a sensitive part by the murderer and sent to the hospital.

The reporter of our newspaper rushed to the scene of the crime immediately and interviewed Sergeant James.
The murderer's motive is not yet known.
The current information is that the killer entered the hotel disguised as a worker repairing the air conditioner, and left calmly after committing the crime.

His accomplice was a sophisticated hacker who took control of the hotel's monitoring and access control system, and the monitoring system of the city's Traffic Management Bureau was also paralyzed.

For tracking the murderer's vehicle, it will cause a lot of trouble for the entire follow-up case work...

Mr. Mayor held a press conference to express his deep sympathy to the victims and their families. The city hall lowered the flag at half-staff, strongly condemning the killer's audacity, and called Miami a "well-ordered" vacation paradise.

Ironically, on the night of the mayor's press conference, five consecutive shootings occurred in the downtown area of ​​the city, killing 5 people and injuring 21 others.

Angry citizens said that it is meaningless to lower the flag at half-mast, because there are mass shootings every day, and the federal flag in City Hall Square has never been raised...

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Shaft pressed the knob and turned off the car radio:

"As expected of Miami, Gotham City looks peaceful in comparison."

"Don't forget, there are Chicago and Detroit." Oleg said.

"Fortunately, my brothers slipped away quickly. I watched the short video just now, and the whole city has entered a state of anti-terrorism emergency. There are cops everywhere on the streets of Miami, helicopters all over the sky, and tanks from the National Police W Team."

"Not only Miami, but the entire state of Florida is in trouble. The thin-skinned monkey governor seems to take this case seriously and called his subordinates to a meeting overnight."

"That's right, the assassination of the big figures of the red and green parties has put pressure on both sides. If the murderer is not caught, the governor will not think about being re-elected."

"Hahaha, let these idiots get busy!"

"Who would have thought that a group of murderous hunks went to Disneyland, drove a Mickey Mouse ice cream truck, and drove across the state line."

"By the way, this ice cream tastes really good. I ate it all the way, and I turned into a jet fighter..."

"You still have the guts to say that, old company commander, you messed up the toilet at McDonald's, and the walls are sprayed all over... I really want to know the expression of the little guy at the front desk when he's doing sanitation."

"Haha, that little tip should be regarded as spiritual compensation."

"By the way, Brother Lynch doesn't eat ice cream."

"I'm scared to see you eating bad stomach."

"Shh...brothers...don't talk about this in front of the boss..."

"What?"

Shaft raised his index finger in a "shh" gesture, and whispered to Johnny and Oleg:

"Sig is a foodie. He loved ice cream the most during his lifetime. The boss is really a warm man. Whenever he has the opportunity, he takes her to various places to eat different flavors. Sitting in the ice cream truck, the boss is very sad when he sees things and thinks about others."

"oh, I see……"

"Ah...that..."

Oleg hurriedly changed the subject: "Later... just find a motel run by a farmer's family to live in. It's best to live in a motel that you can pay for, and you don't need to register."

"Don't worry, no one doubts us in the backcountry, besides, whether we are close or not, rank and points,
If the folks knew who we killed, they might call out the beautiful daughter and pour us wine. "

"Two old bachelors, thinking about this all day long!"

"Hey! Xiao Xia, aren't you a little bachelor too!"

"Haha... I'm heartbroken..."

"Sleepy...yawn...Xiao Xia, you can't fall asleep. Do you remember the video that was played during the driver's license test? Fatigue driving is not advisable, driving is irregular, and relatives cry."

"There are several cans of Red Bull in the glove box of this car, and it will be fine if we drive it for a day and a night."

"I'm so envious, young man...I'm already so sleepy that my eyelids are fighting."

Johnny yawned and looked at Lynch who had been silent all the time:

"What are you doing? Brother, you are so dedicated."

Holding a pitiful little pencil tip in his big hand, Marcus Lynch wrote and drew in a booklet that was about to be flipped through:

"I'm sorting out the clues, looking for the Queen of Spades."

"Come on, you're not Sherlock Holmes. Let Xiaoxia find someone. Now it's the information age. Reasoning and handling cases... Those old things are already outdated."

"Hey... indeed..." Lynch sighed, closed the booklet, and rubbed his tired eyeballs through the eyelids:
"It's a mess, I'm not this kind of material, I still have to work hard Xiaoxia."

Shaft held the steering wheel with one hand, and tapped the recent photo of the Queen of Spades cut from a magazine on the center console with the other hand:

"Don't worry, boss, I will follow the network cable and find that damned old hag!"