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Chapter 17 Bankrupt (ask for a reward.)

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    ?The red and blue flashing police lights illuminated the street. The nearby residents saw the police outside as if they were on the verge of a formidable enemy, and prevented their family members from going out at will. Only those who witnessed the whole process were called out for questioning.

    Looking at the collapsed second floor and the dilapidated panoramic windows, several neighbors covered in blankets excitedly described what they had just seen to the police who took notes.

    "oh my gosh, you didn't see the footage oh I forgot, you're always the last to arrive."

    "The officers must be a terrorist group they have guns in their hands."

    "This is the United States. Did you just immigrate? Who doesn't have a gun?"

    "Officer, Harris lives in this building. I heard that he is a professor in Chicago Why did the gangsters target him? I saw it from behind the window. Several   Hey, why were those bandits brought out?"

    woof woof!  woof woof!

    In the yard kennel, the Labrador watched a group of strangers barking at them in and out of the yard with broken chains. Stretchers were carried out from time to time.  Covering his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, he turned his face away.

    A figure in casual clothes also came over, uncovered the white cloth, looked at the bloody corpse inside, and waved for the medical staff to carry it away.

    "plum?"

    The Caucasian man was in his thirties, just like Westerners. He had many beards, but he was not plucked clean. He looked a bit refined. In the direction he called, a young man in his twenties was talking with several witnesses.  Talking, hearing the words calling him, the handsome Asian face evoked a charming smile, nodded gracefully to the witnesses and left.

    A young man named Li walked up to the white policeman.

    "What's the matter, Inspector?"

    "Let's go in and have a look together."

    In and out of the foyer, two people went in one after the other. The entire restaurant was flattened by the concrete roof on the upper floor. Several police officers were carefully collecting evidence with gloves on.

    In the flashlight of the photo, the two people who walked up to the living room on the second floor saw the fist marks all over the wall and the wall with holes. The relaxed expressions outside the door gradually froze.  Comparing it with his hand, I felt my scalp go numb.

    "Bigger than mine"

    "These attackers, it's hard to imagine what kind of attack they were subjected to." Li on the side looked solemn and glanced around. Judging from what he knew, the gangsters rushed into Professor Harris' house and they should have encountered a third party.  attack.

    "Professor Harris is wearing pajamas, which means that he is not asleep, the living room is still lit, and there are damaged instruments in the dining room below, which means that someone has visited the professor. At this time, the bandit attack also followed."

    Looking at the fist marks and bloodstains around him, the inspector turned his head and showed approval.

    "That's right, you're making rapid progress."

    The young man named Li just smiled and didn't respond. He walked around casually, his eyes fell on the plastic bag in the hands of the police who cleaned up the scene, saw the hard disk inside, and other manuscripts with precise design patterns, and turned to other  direction.

    "Detective, it shouldn't be difficult to find this person. It's okay to check the surrounding cameras"

    The young man looked at a piece of paper full of English vocabulary on the ground, "You can go to the University of Chicago to check if there are any outsiders. It seems that you still can't speak foreigners."

    "No."

    The inspector looked back from the inhumanly destructive surroundings, took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat on his face, and forced a smile.

    "This matter is beyond our scope. Maybe other departments will take over. We just need to assist."

    As he spoke, he patted the young man on the shoulder, walked downstairs in a staggered way, the smile on his face faded, and he cursed secretly with his lips pursed.

    'Check it out?  Damn it, I just celebrated my daughter's tenth birthday, and I don't want to be so short-lived, this kind of destructive power, can people do it?  Why don't you go home and take a shower, sleep well with your wife in your arms, and enjoy life.  '

    Going downstairs and out of the door, standing under the eaves, lit a cigarette and took a puff. Looking at the flashing police lights by the roadside, he exhaled the curling smoke.

    'I hope that guy will stop causing trouble, of course although it is impossible.  '

    Looking at the night, in the other direction of the city, the flying figure ran wildly stepping on the wall. After a while, he descended to the dark alley nearby, waking up the sleepy homeless man. As soon as he raised his head, he was pushed back by a big hand stretched out.

    Wang Ruhu endured the tearing pain caused by countless wounds on his skin, walked out of the alley quickly, and glanced at the long queue outside the club with flashing neon lights on the opposite street, surrounded by beautiful flowers.?Girls were waiting to enter, and handsome guys in suits and ties chatted with them.

    Someone saw the tall, bare-chested figure walking out of the alley, and blew a whistle.

    "Hey man, you're so cool."

    "He's in great shape!"

    The gathered girls also yelled. However, when they walked to the range of the street light, the figure walking by was covered with blood and densely packed with bullet holes. The voices of talking and laughing fell silent for an instant, and they watched the other party go away quickly in a daze.

    Far away from the quietness behind, Wang Ruhu walked quickly through the streets. When he approached Chinatown, the blood on his body had stopped.  , seductively seduce him to play with his hands from time to time.

    Wang Ruhu doesn't care about his mood, not to mention that since he lost his memory in this regard, he has never had it because of his firm mind.

    Going back to the downstairs where I rented, the people in the building had already fallen asleep. Wang Ruhu returned to the rented room on the third floor, opened the door and went in. Harold was wearing a nightgown, sitting cross-legged on his bed, exquisitely  Put on a mask.

    "You came back so late, you"

    Suddenly saw Wang Ruhu, covered in blood, come in and threw himself on the bed. Harold was so frightened that the mask fell to the ground, he jumped up to close the door first, turned around and leaned against the door, and opened his eyes wide.

    "You were beaten by Gatling?!"

    "Gatling? I might not be able to resist that" Wang Ruhu touched the head of the bed and poured the remaining half can of beer onto his body. Feeling the pain, he leaned against the wall at the head of the bed and closed his eyes.  Close your eyes and tell the other party what happened before.

    "I went to Professor Harris to treat amnesiaSuddenly a group of unknown people came and killed him, as if they wanted to get some information from him? I fought with them, and there should be some who slipped through the net and escaped.  I found this from that instrument before I left."

    Over there, Harold didn't look at the torn half of the printing paper in Wang Ruhu's hand, his eyes were a little puzzled, "Harris? I didn't tell you about Harris."

    Immediately, he slapped his forehead, put his hands on his hips, and walked back and forth unsatisfied.

    "I'm talking about Harles, not Harris, my God people are mistaken, Harles is a senior professor at Loyola University Chicago!"

    ""

    Harold, who was walking around speechlessly, looked at each other, and Wang Ruhu turned his eyes away, "Okay I misheard."

    "By the way, where is that bank card? It's not safe to keep it on you as you make calls like this."

    Thinking of this, Harold hurried over to fumble for Wang Ruhu's trouser pocket, and found two overlapping hard objects. When he took it out, a chip the size of a thumb fell onto the quilt. Wang Ruhu frowned, reached out to pick it up, and looked aside.  Harold's eyes were dull, and his lips trembled slightly.

    In his hand, there was a round hole in the center of the bank card, and his trembling lips murmured.

    "It's over I'm broke I'm broke." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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