People are in Zongman, the mastermind behind the revival of spiritual energy Chapter 184

Chapter 184 The Meaning of a Shekel

It’s time.

Mizunoe feels that he hasn’t favored America for a long time.

How can this be allowed?

If America is not in dire straits, can she still be considered the democratic America?

And the Black Organization has also figured out America’s situation.

Golden exterior, rotten inside.

There is no extraordinary control on the Japanese side.

This makes the boss of the Black Organization see the opportunity.

Isn’t this a natural hotbed for evil experiments…

Mizunoe nodded in approval.

Then…

Troublemaker!

Start!

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America, New York, the boundary between the slums and the rich areas.

Policeman Bruce finished two burgers in a few bites and stood beside the police car yawning in boredom.

Bruce, 39 years old, a policeman of the New York Police Department, a standard redneck white man, has been away from the farm for a long time and has rich experience in investigating cases.

What a pity.

Bruce, who has made great achievements in investigating cases, is still just a low-level policeman after many years.

Because Bruce is a straight-forward person.

He often hears some people complain about why the great America also has such dregs as “human relations and worldly wisdom”.

Bruce just wants to sneer.

Where is there no human relations and worldly wisdom?

You say there is no human relations and worldly wisdom in a place where you need a recommendation letter to go to a good university?

Another poor guy who was fooled by the top management…

Touching the police gun on his waist, he glanced at the three or two hip-hop black people passing by calmly.

Sorry.

This is a conditioned reflex.

Because in America, black people have long been labeled as “non-violent non-cooperation”.

And it’s the kind that can’t be torn off.

As a standard redneck white man, Bruce has naturally “accidentally killed” a few black people.

In fact.

The allusion of “I can’t breathe” came from him.

As a police officer, he will protect this city.

Of course.

Except for black people…

Looking at the slums in the distance.

There are only a few lights.

Looking back.

The brightly lit rich area seems like another world.

The gap between the outer city and the inner city, similar to Cyberpunk, can sometimes easily drive people crazy.

And Bruce’s job at the moment is to protect the rich who have mistakenly entered the border line.

Soon, the intercom rang.

It is said that a bold anchor died.

Anchor?

Bruce smacked his tongue.

Troublesome guy.

If there is any public opinion, the pressure will be put on their police station.

Using the intercom to exchange shifts with another more responsible police officer, Bruce drove the car and quickly arrived at a place.point.

It is still the boundary between the slums and the rich area, but this is upstream.

A suburban villa near the forest.

Bruce’s first impression of this villa is that it is dilapidated and decayed.

It seems that it has been abandoned for many years.

This is interesting…

Those noble grandfathers didn’t occupy this place?

Or put up a sale order?

“You are finally here, Bruce!”

Sheriff Lake, who was investigating the scene, greeted Bruce with relief.

This is his capable man.

If Bruce didn’t have a lot of problems, I’m afraid he would have climbed over his head long ago.

Waving his hand, Bruce didn’t care about his boss’s greeting at all, but took over the command of the scene right away.

Order all investigators to review the scene of death.

However, Bruce’s expectations of them were too high.

Most people were waiting for Bruce’s analysis with an embarrassed look on their faces.

To be honest.

It’s not that there are no elites in America, but the elites of the police department have to face the olive branch of the FBI.

So the rest are basically just good-for-nothings.

Tsk…

Bruce glanced at Sheriff Lake and found that the other party was also looking forward to his performance, so he could only hold his nose and enter the death scene.

A YouTube anchor, died miserably.

He was tied to the seat with chains and burned to death by gasoline.

At this moment, he was unrecognizable.

But Bruce noticed something was wrong after just one look.

He reached out and dug into the dead man’s chest, and many people turned pale with disgust.

Soon, a piece of silver stained with sticky blood was taken out. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Silver?

Bruce suddenly felt that this murder case was not that simple.

This was his intuition.

“Wash it clean.”

Bruce ordered a police officer, and his tone seemed as if he was the highest-ranking sheriff at the scene.

“Do as you say.”

Sheriff Lake nodded.

A capable person must not be offended.

If this person resigns, who will handle the case in the future?

He?

Come on…

He knew very well that he was a fool.

The position of sheriff was taken from Bruce…

After that.

Bruce did not find any important clues and could only ponder in a deadlock. []

Too little information.

And the murderer did not leave too many traces on him.

Obviously.

The murderer is an extremely cautious murderer, and maybe a repeat offender.

And there is no surveillance on this side of the border.

This makes the case even more difficult.

“In fact, this is the twelfth victim this month.”

Hmm! ?

“Why are you saying this now?”

“Well, Bruce, you know, people die every day in New York…”

This…

Bruce couldn’t refute it.

Yes.

There’s no need to make a fuss about dozens of people dying in New York.

And the reason why the death of twelve people this month attracted the attention of the police is because the current dead person is a broadcaster.

And he is a nosy broadcaster.

This broadcaster noticed the previous dead people.

They were all burned to death.

Looking at the machine that the broadcaster ran here to record before he died.

It was only the broadcaster who fainted in the middle of the video, and then the video was directly distorted.

This is really…

Bruce had a slight headache.

This really didn’t leave any clues for himself…

Took the silver bar handed over by a little policeman, tossed it, and it was very light.

Only about ten grams?

Bruce seemed to have thought of something, and applied to inspect the bodies of the eleven people.

“Have you found anything?”

“… Not yet, but I just want to see if there are silver nuggets on their bodies.”

This may be a clue…

After several hours of application, Bruce actually took out a silver nugget from the chest of a corpse in the morgue.

He couldn’t help but frown.

It was found that the weight of these dozen silver nuggets was almost the same.

Or, the same appearance?

What does this mean?

Bruce is not sure yet.

Somehow, he put one of the silver nuggets on the electronic scale.

“11.25 grams…”

One shekel?

Shekel is a unit of weight in ancient Hebrew times.

One shekel is 11.25 grams.

Bruce quickly weighed all the silver bars.

Surprisingly, they are all one shekel…

Clue.

Bruce’s eyes flickered slightly.

This should be an extremely important clue.

Interesting…