People are super gods; starting with super brain research, they become gods

The next day, people from the Manhattan Police Department received a report that a murder had occurred in an abandoned factory.

The complainant said that he happened to pass by the abandoned factory yesterday evening when he heard very harsh screams coming from inside.

There were three screams, each lasting five or six minutes.

At that time, he did not dare to check the situation, until the next day, because of the curiosity in his heart, he couldn't help it, and ran to check the situation.

Then three roasted inks were seen.

"Have the identities of these three guys been confirmed?" Sergeant Moster of the Manhattan Police Department asked with some headache.

"Still comparing it to DNA, sir."

"Okay, you go down." After speaking, Moster looked at Chris Dao, who was squatting in front of the three ink corpses.

"Chris, what are you looking at?"

Moster and Chris are friends.

Because of the bioterrorist attack at the Glens Medical Institute yesterday night, Chris came to him for help.

Chris now works for an organization called the Bioterror Defense and Evaluation Alliance, which specializes in incidents related to bioterror attacks.

In this regard, he is professional.

Coupled with the fact that the bioterrorist attack occurred in Manhattan, he happened to be in charge of this case, and the two decided to cooperate to find out who put the virus at the Glens Medical Institute.

As a result, we just started talking.

I received a subordinate saying that someone had called the police.

And then they came over.

Chris did not respond to Moster immediately.

Moster walked up to Chris and covered his nose with a handkerchief before crouching down.

He was afraid that he would smell the roasted corpse.

He is not Chris, he has seen too many scenes more disgusting than this, and he has long been used to this situation.

"What's wrong? You look so closely, do you know these three guys. Moster patted Chris on the shoulder and joked.

Chris shook his head.

"I don't know them."

Moster was about to get up.

"But I've seen them." 383

"What?" Moster, who was about to stand up, squatted back.

"When did you meet them?" Moster said.

Regardless of whether the identities of these three people are ordinary or not.

None of this matters now, what matters is the way they died, which is too inhumane.

Before they arrived, a reporter had already arrived before them and taken pictures.

You don't need to think about it to know that such an inhumane death method, once it is reported in the newspaper, their police department will also have a lot of pressure.

It is naturally good to solve the case early.

Originally, he had to confirm the identities of the three before he could start solving the case.

I didn't expect Chris to see them.

Since he said that he had seen them, it must not be a long time apart.

Sure enough, Chris's answer confirmed his guess.

"Just yesterday at night." Chris said.

Moster's face suddenly smiled.

Because the forensic autopsy report just now is that these three people died yesterday night.

And Chris happened to meet them, maybe he could get some useful information from Chris.

"When and where I saw it."

"Just yesterday evening, on the XX side, these three guys were going to rob an Asian, and I stopped them."

"They were going to rob an Asian, and you stopped them, so is it possible that this is a vendetta."

Based on Chris's words, Moster began to deduce.

"It's not impossible."

Moster was a little surprised, he had thought Chris would retort.

After all, he knew what kind of person Chris was.

This guy is a man with a great sense of justice.

Sometimes people are impulsive, but he is a friend worth making.

This is also why the two are friends.

"Why do you think so, whether that afch is male or female, what does it look like, and the situation at that time, can you tell me about it?"

"There's nothing you can't say." Chris said.

"The Asian man is about the same height as me, and although he doesn't look as strong as me, he is not much worse, and his clothes are all propped up, which shows that he exercises regularly, and the muscle content under his clothes will not be low."

"In terms of age, it looks about twenty-four or five, a very handsome Asian man."

"Of course, the reason why I doubt him is because I didn't see any panic on his face yesterday night."

"Even if it's one of these three guys, with a gun in his hand." Chris said.

It is difficult for an ordinary person to maintain his composure if he encounters someone with a gun.

Because it means that your life is in control of someone else.

Yesterday, when Jiang Hao was surrounded by those three blacks, he was calm from beginning to end, without any panic.

He was sure that even if Jiang Hao hadn't come forward, Jiang Hao would definitely be fine.

And because Jiang Hao was robbed by these three, he has a motive to take revenge on these three, so he is reasonable as a suspect, and it is no wonder that Chris will suspect Jiang Hao.

Moreover, Jiang Hao is also taller and stronger than those three blacks, and in the case of a sneak attack, even if the three have guns, with Jiang Hao's height advantage, it is not impossible to defeat these three Mo.

Most is also an old policeman and has a lot of experience.

Hearing Chris's words, he immediately judged that Jiang Hao in Chris's mouth had a huge suspicion.

"What that man looked like, do you remember? I can ask someone to hire a sketcher and draw him a picture. "

Chris nodded.

"You get someone, I can help with this."

After all, it's a dead man.

Chris didn't mind helping with that.

Soon, the sketcher came, and under Chris's description, a sketch portrait that was ninety percent similar to Jiang Hao was drawn.

Suffice it to say that the sketcher is very professional.

Most took the portrait and glanced at it.

"It's really handsome, so let's find this guy now."

"Are you so sure he's the murderer?" Chris said aside.

"Whether it is or not, he is at least the one with the most suspects." (Read violent novels, just go to Feilu Fiction Network!) ）

"Sir, the identities of the three have been determined, and this is their information." Just then, a police officer came over with a computer.

On the computer screen, there is information about the identity of the three inks.

Moster glanced at it and withdrew his gaze.

Because it doesn't matter what identity these three guys are now.

It is important to find out the murderer.

Chris also took a look.

In fact, even if you don't look at him, you know that those three Mo will definitely not be good people.

Sure enough, when it was seen that the three people had been accused of rape three times.

Chris frowned suddenly.

Although the charges were not established because of insufficient evidence.

But for sure, these three guys definitely did this.

Otherwise, who will be fine to accuse them.

The death of the three people in my heart gave birth to a good feeling of death.

At the same time, Jiang Hao, who is suspected of being the murderer.

He was sitting in an upscale restaurant in Manhattan's busiest business district.

At this time, he had changed into a decent suit, combed the gambler God Gao Jin with the same big back, and exposed his forehead.

But with super genes, his charm has been enhanced a little.

The gesture is gentle and elegant, giving people the feeling that the other party seems to be a rich son from a certain family.

Because of this, in the half hour that he sat here, no less than fifty girls had come to talk to him.

Two in about a minute.

Some direct, without saying a word.

Sai gave Jiang Hao a phone number and left.

The blatant and direct made Jiang Hao also eye-opening.

After all, counting the before and after the crossing, this is his first time abroad.

The previous understanding of foreign countries was more from the news network.

It is said that the lighthouse country is open, but I did not expect it to open to this extent.

At this moment, the mobile phone on the table in front of Jiang Hao suddenly rang.

Jiang Hao took the mobile phone and connected it.

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

But Jiang Hao knew that it was King Ida who called.

Moreover, although she did not make a sound, Jiang Hao heard her breathing.

Jiang Hao did not specifically look at a building in the right rear direction outside the window.

Because Jiang Hao knew that King Ida was standing there at this moment, looking at her with a lookout glasses.

I have to say that King Ida is worthy of being a top senior spy and agent.

Here! This is called professionalism.

After waiting for about ten minutes, a woman wearing a silver-white hip-wrapped dress with a goose yellow coat, black high heels, and a pair of black sunglasses appeared at the entrance of the restaurant.

As soon as she appeared, she attracted the attention of many men in the restaurant.

Although I can't see her face clearly, her figure is too good, the front is convex and the back is upturned, a pair of legs are long and straight, wrapped in black stockings, and the leg control benefits are seen, and it is estimated that she can play for a lifetime.

Every time her high heels hit the ground, it was as if they were hitting their hearts.

Places you walk through will also bring a burst of fragrant breeze.

It's a non-pungent aroma, you can't describe it specifically.

But you definitely won't hate it, or even love it.

Under the gaze of many men, the woman walked to the table where Jiang Hao was.

took off his sunglasses and sat down opposite Jiang Hao.

"Sorry, it's a little late coming, traffic jams outside."

Jiang Hao smiled and did not go to expose King Ida's lie.

"It's okay, you're not late, it's just that I'm early." Jiang Hao said casually.

Then he continued.

"This is not the place to talk about things, why don't we have a meal first and talk in another place, how, Miss Ida Wang?"

"Yes." King Ida nodded and did not refuse.

Then the two began to order.

To be honest, King Ida was still a little surprised that the person who asked her was a handsome guy as young as Jiang Hao.

Especially Jiang Hao is still an Asian.

It's not that she discriminates against Asians, but it's a lighthouse country, not Asia.

Jiang Hao, a rich man, appeared in New York like this, which is still somewhat special.

After all, bioterrorist attacks are happening everywhere in countries around the world, and those rich people generally do not go out.

Even if you go out, you must be followed by a large number of bodyguards.

"I don't know what to call it yet."

"Jiang Hao."

"Are you from Daxia?" At this moment, King Ida was really surprised.

"Good." Jiang Hao nodded and did not deny it.

A pair of eyes looked at King Ida and did not speak.

According to the timeline, King Ida in this period must have been in his thirties.

But she didn't look old, just twenty-four or five.

The skin is very white and the face is also delicate.

I don't know if it's because she maintains it well, or if she has also undergone the transformation and strengthening of the virus.