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Moreover, he has been in prison for more than ten years. To a certain extent, he has long been abandoned by the Irish and is out of touch with the times. Now that the Irish have been defeated, he has completely become a toothless tiger, especially an old toothless tiger.

Therefore, Fisk didn't take him seriously at all.

Instead, he was left to fend for himself in prison.

Unexpectedly, this old guy was still killed!

Fisk was a little surprised.

But now, the Irish were either killed or fled New York.

It is normal for this old guy to be killed by his enemies since he has no one to back him up.

But who could it be?

Who would want to take the life of an old guy who no longer has any deterrent power?

Fisk moved closer curiously.

"Who did it?"

"We didn't catch him, but we got a tip-off that it was done by Handhe!"

"Tip? Where did the tip come from? Did they make a phone call to inform us they were going to kill someone?"

"The chief said... go ask the chief!"

"That's it."

"Go do what you need to do, why are you stuck here?

No need to work?"

Fisk couldn't hear clearly through the door, and before he could hear a few words, the police outside dispersed.

No one stayed and left quickly.

Still, Fisk heard what he wanted.

"Hand Hehui?"

Fisk was a little surprised.

However, he was not too surprised.

Without the Irish, there would definitely be a vacuum of gang power in New York.

It is also very normal for gangs from other places to come in with force.

The Hand occupied Washington in the 1980s. It is a relatively well-known large-scale gang in the entire United States. It started out by relying on assassinations and drug trafficking. Since the signing of the US-Mexico Economic and Trade Agreement, the Hand's drug business has grown bigger and bigger, and it has become richer and stronger.

It is normal for them to want to come to New York to fight for territory.

But... why did they want to assassinate a completely outdated Irish gang leader... was it a personal grudge?

Just as Fisk was thinking.

Zhao Hailun's voice came from behind.

"All right!"

"The test results are out!"

Zhao Hailun wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the paper being printed with a little fatigue.

Fisk took it and took a look. The numbers on the paper were colorful and very complicated. It felt like they were even more difficult to crack than the radio code book used during World War II.

Zhao Hailun stretched out her slender fingers and pointed at columns of numbers.

"To do this kind of time comparison, it is necessary to use other substances to confirm it.

This turned out to be a heart, which means blood was circulating there. I found some dust and impurities contained in the blood inside the heart. They entered the blood from the lungs through breathing. I compared the environmental monitoring data collected last year with the data from the previous ten years.

I can speculate that this heart must have lost its activity three years ago.

That means the time of death should have been three years ago."

"Year 99?"

"Yes, 99 years!"

Fisk suddenly felt a little creepy.

He remembered that the time shown on the newspaper that he had set on fire and burned was September 1998, 9, and the world of Resident Evil fell in about half a year, which was exactly 30!

Does this mean that... taking the elevator does not mean traveling between two worlds.

But...traveled through time and space!

But that doesn’t explain it… They also came back in the elevator.

Fisk also sat twice.

But why did he and Lester not change at all, but this heart and the blood splashing on them changed?

Could it be... that there is some mechanism here that he is not aware of?

Fisk immediately felt the urge to find an elevator to test it out.

However, Fisk turned around and saw Zhao Hailun's eager eyes again.

Wearing rubber gloves, he put the heart back into the petri dish, and then stuffed it into the glass box. He ignored Zhao Hailun's watery eyes and said, "Ms. Zhao Hailun, I have something else to do, so I'll take my leave now.

My conditions remain the same. As long as you can convince Mrs. Stacy, I will give you this heart for research."

Chapter 58 I, Fisk, am the uninvited guest!

George Stacy got into the police car.

He didn't notice at all.

His wife was sitting in a sports car parked not far away.

But Mrs. Stacy saw him.

The moment she saw him, Mrs. Stacy immediately leaned back on the cushion out of guilt, then reclined the seat and completely hid herself in the shadow of the car door.

Fortunately, while doing this, Chief George's attention was all on the man in the passenger seat.

I'm not in the mood to look around.

"Your intelligence is accurate, but you are still a step late."

George looked at the man next to him, his tone heavy, "Durant is still dead!"

"When Erica told me the news, the Hand had already entered New York... I'm sorry, Erica tried her best. Now, she has betrayed the Hand... George, I need you to help me get her an ID card."

Mark Murdoch was in the passenger seat.

There is no need to say much about his relationship with Chief George.

The two are friends and teammates.

It starts with George becoming the Commissioner of the New York Police Department.

They have been working together secretly for many years.

Support each other and cooperate with each other.

They killed or sent in many extremely vicious criminals.

But recently they discovered that they couldn't find the enemy at all... It was as if a big hand was manipulating them, making them return empty-handed every time.

“Why did the Hand come to New York?

Aren't they always in Washington?"

Chief George looked much older due to the hard work these days. In particular, the inexplicable disappearance of his greatest ally, the mayor, caused him a lot of trouble.

Although, there is a lot of evidence proving that the mayor was involved in the Irish mafia and was murdered to silence him.

But he didn't want to, nor did he dare to investigate openly.

One reason is that he didn't want to bring bad reputation to the mayor, who might already be dead.

Second, he was preparing to conduct a secret investigation, but the higher-ups had already issued an order not to conduct the investigation...

The mayor's backers took action.

He warned George through both overt and covert means, and caused the mayor to have a sudden heart attack and die at his post, thus winning the love of the people of New York.

However, the citizens of New York will never know that inside the gorgeous black coffin are just some of the mayor’s beloved things and clothes.

It's a cenotaph.

Because the mayor’s real body has not been found yet.

Over the years, Chief George has learned one thing, which is that the arm can never twist the thigh. The only thing he can do now is to try his best to avenge his good friend.

Then, do your best to fulfill your oath and protect New York City... while you're still in this position.

However, since he could not conduct an open investigation, he could only rely on Murdoch.

Murdoch tilted his head, and with his scarlet eyes behind sunglasses, he felt the helplessness of the director next to him. He gently reached out and patted his friend on the shoulder, "The Hand's goal is to take over the entire New York market.

They had a problem at the port in Washington not long ago.

Therefore, they need alternative transportation routes.

In fact, they not only want to target the Irish, but also all the gangs in New York... I suspect that what happened before was most likely done by them!

However, I have not found any evidence yet.”

"What did you say?" Chief George frowned immediately, "Are you saying that they were responsible for what happened before?"

"Yes!" Murdoch nodded. "I went to several gang bases, but I didn't find what I wanted... In addition, the Hand has been eyeing New York for a long time. They actually wanted to come in a long time ago.

In addition to wanting to gain access to the New York market and territory.

In fact, I want to get something else.”

Murdoch was a little hesitant when he said this. After all, what he was going to say next, to some extent, most people would not believe it, and he might very well be regarded as a madman.

But after hesitating for a moment, he still said it.

“George, the Hand has a long history. It is composed of five fingers, and each finger represents a leader of the Hand, who is in charge of a different region, America, Asia, Africa… But no matter where they are, each of them has lived for at least a hundred years!