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Chapter 37 There is only one truth

"How's the on-site investigation going?"

"There are no further clues except for a bullet casing."

The forensic department reported the situation, "We asked the neighbors nearby, but they didn't notice anything unusual. Only a hippie sleeping in the alley across the street said he saw a demon with horns and covered in blood tonight."

"demon?"

The sheriff leading the team curled his lips.

What kind of demon is this? It might just be an illusion caused by taking too many drugs.

He had seen many hippies like this and didn't take this clue seriously.

Jill, who was listening in, also didn't care and turned to ask about another topic.

"What about the nearby surveillance video? Did you find anything?"

"Surveillance video?"

The forensic scientist shook his head.

Don't be funny, such advanced equipment is only used in high-end wealthy communities.

In a neighborhood like this that is full of gangsters, even if the city government is willing to spend a lot of money to install cameras, they will be dismantled and sold as scrap metal in a few days.

"No other information?"

The Sheriff frowned.

It took half a day to investigate the scene, and finally a bullet shell was found.

No matter how you look at it, it seems a bit embarrassing.

The appraiser shrugged.

There's nothing we can do. If there's no clue, there's no clue. We can't ask him to make one up.

Well, this doesn't seem to be a problem...

But soon, the sheriff no longer had to worry about the progress of the case.

Because a call had come into his cell phone.

"Yes, it's me, I'm Richard, okay, I understand..."

After hanging up the phone, the sheriff's face was full of relief.

The call just now was from the FBI, telling him that the case was taken over by the FBI.

The sheriff was naturally happy that his troubles had been resolved.

Sure enough, not long after, a large number of FBI agents arrived.

They quickly inspected the scene, learned information from the police, and left quickly again.

Compared to the New York Police Department which knew nothing, the FBI obviously had more clues.

They had just investigated another shooting scene and confirmed the identity of the deceased.

Like Lincoln now, they are all members of a criminal group and are witnesses who will soon appear in court to defend the defendant.

Moreover, the wounds on the two bodies were highly consistent, both were only shot in the forehead.

This means that both cases were most likely committed by one person.

After two witnesses were killed in succession, the FBI immediately deployed police forces to rush to the location of the third witness.

Trying to stop the shooting there and bring the killer to justice.

Behind the FBI's motorcade, a small silver sedan was following.

The sheriff decided to lead the team home, but Jill decided to follow in his car.

The familiar shooting method made her eager to know the identity of the murderer.

That's why she followed closely.

However, Jill also understands his identity as an outsider.

Therefore, she did not intend to intervene and was just responsible for watching from the sidelines. If the FBI really needed her help, she certainly would not stand idly by.

FBI, Jill, Daredevil, Tommy...

At one point, multiple groups of people gathered towards the location of the last witness. …

Malibu Bar.

There were many people gathered outside the bar.

The theme of the night was masquerade, so everyone wore elaborate masks on their faces.

Tommy, who had arrived at the bar in advance, was well prepared. He put on a homemade mask on his face and walked into the bar leisurely.

Shortly after he entered, several other groups of people arrived one after another and all mixed into the bar hall.

The lights in the bar were dim, the dance floor was crowded, and the music was loud.

The third witness was a Russian. At the moment, he was unaware of the danger and was hugging two beauties, looking very happy.

Tommy only took a glance and spotted the target on the booth.

He could have taken action right now, but considering the issue of retreat, he decided to start from the outside and defeat the bodyguards in charge of guarding one by one.

The whole process was clean and neat, without any drag.

Before those bodyguards died, they fell down silently without even a grunt.

In this chaotic environment, Tommy's behavior did not attract much attention.

For a moment, he seemed to be in an empty space, clearing a straight path and heading straight for the target on the list.

Just then, Daredevil finally arrived.

As soon as he stepped into the bar, his brows frowned instantly.

For someone with such sensitive senses as him, the loud noise in the bar was undoubtedly a huge torture.

The smell of perfume from men and women, a mixture of various low-quality perfumes, also strongly irritated his nose and almost made him faint.

"Tough luck!"

The harder he tried to find the killer, the more he was affected by the noise and perfume, which gave him a splitting headache and excruciating pain.

It was in this situation that Daredevil's face suddenly turned serious, and the sound of a bullet being loaded was clearly heard in his ears.

"No, be careful!"

There were too many people on the dance floor, and he had difficulty moving. He could only break off a piece of his crutch and use it as a short stick to throw it out.

But even though he reacted so quickly, he was still a step slow.

Before the pistol was knocked away by the short stick, a bullet had already left the chamber and flew out from the muzzle, hitting the center of the eyebrows with incredible accuracy, mercilessly taking the life of the third and final witness.

"Damn it! It was so close!"

Although Daredevil cannot see, he still has super-sharp senses.

A witness who has no breathing or heartbeat is definitely dead.

Not to mention how regretful Daredevil felt, Tommy turned around and left after succeeding.

Because of the deafening gunfire just now, the entire bar hall is now in chaos.

There were screams everywhere and people running around.

Daredevil endured the physical discomfort and picked up the thrown stick.

At the same time, he also picked up the Glock 34 pistol that had fallen aside.

This is the weapon the killer just used and can serve as proof of his crime.

Moreover, Daredevil has a special ability, his super sense of smell allows him to remember the remaining smell on the pistol and use it to track it.

But sometimes, people's luck is just bad.

Daredevil had just picked up the pistol from the ground when the FBI broke in through the back door.

The chaotic dance floor, the turbulent crowd, the dead witnesses, the Daredevil with a pistol, and the bloody demon in the mouths of the hippies on the street...

Looking at everything in front of him, the captain of the action team seemed to have a flash of electricity in his mind, and he figured it out in an instant.

"I understand. There is only one truth! The Daredevil standing there now is the real murderer of tonight's serial murders!"

(End of this chapter)