Chapter 2554: Rustling Down (49)

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?!!!"

Gordon's angry roar came from the office. The new police officers were trembling, and the older police officers pressed their hats and leaned against the wall without saying a word.

"Is this how you handle cases?! Where are the eyewitnesses? Where is the evidence? Where is the confession?! None of these, why do you call them suspects, and why do you take the police to rush to people's workplaces to make trouble?!"

Gordon threw the file in front of Clay with a livid face and said, "Councilman Drevon just called me and said that my subordinates have caused a big disaster. I didn't believe it at first, but you really gave me a huge surprise!"

Clay picked up the file and looked at it. It was actually a dismissal notice. The reason for the dismissal was a major mistake during his tenure.

In fact, he didn't care, because his identity could be changed at any time, and naturally no one could see his real resume. What he cared about was other things.

"We found fragments of the body in the suspect's house, and there were eyewitnesses who saw their murder scene with their own eyes. Isn't such evidence sufficient?"

Gordon closed his eyes and sighed, lifted the back hem of his trench coat, and said, "Evidence is not used to convince yourself, nor is it used to convince us police, but to convince the public, and to convince the jury."

"Isn't this enough to convince the public? The professional evidence reports issued by the physical evidence department, they may not even understand them."

"Then can you explain to me what all these complaints are about?" Gordon threw a pile of files in front of Clay again.

Clay didn't even look at it and said, "They are making unreasonable trouble, our evidence is already very sufficient."

Gordon looked straight at Clay. His deterrent power at this moment even made this strong police officer fail to confront him to the end, but instead looked away first.

"Whether the evidence is really sufficient, or whether the evidence you forged according to legal principles is sufficient, you and I both know."

"They are notorious serial killers..."

"Before they are sent to prison, they are nothing. They are citizens of this city and objects that the police must protect."

"I have full confidence."

"Why can't you understand?!" Gordon roared again, "Criminal investigation is not a subject where you can ignore the process and do whatever you want if you know the result in advance. What you need is evidence, a complete chain of evidence that can convince everyone!"

"Even your forged evidence is full of loopholes, and even slightly professional insiders can see the loopholes. How can you have the nerve to say you have full confidence?!"

Gordon took a deep breath and said, "I don't care where you got the answer in advance, forget them, and re-investigate the case. This is your last chance, otherwise I will have to sign this dismissal notice."

"But I can't provide more evidence for these cases."

Gordon smiled and said, "Your other boss told you with certainty that this group of people are cruel serial killers. Have you ever thought about where his confidence comes from?"

Clay frowned. He said as if talking to himself, "They can't be flawless, there will always be loopholes..."

After finishing, he looked down at the dismissal notice and said, "I think you won't need it, Chief, I will find their loopholes."

"But you can't use your method." Gordon shouted, "Bullock, you and Officer Clay go together to ensure that he won't use any illegal search means."

Clay's brows frowned tighter. He said, "You know this is impossible, if I don't use..."

"Are you trying to tell me that you are a fool who can't find anything without illegal means? Where did you read all your books?"

Clay had nothing to say. He looked at Gordon for the last time and turned to leave. Bullock took a puff of cigarette and said, "I told you long ago, just find him a leisure position and offer him up. You insisted on letting him investigate the case. Now it's good."

"Do you think his boss is stupid? If we find him a leisure position, they will only stuff more people in. The price of order is like this. You have to accept more external rules. I thought of this day long ago."

"But you didn't think about who he offended." Bullock smiled and said, "I guess there is a complaint letter from Cat Getan University."

Gordon said suspiciously, "There is indeed one, but isn't it because Clay impulsively injured the new president of Cat Getan University?"

"Then you didn't ask under what circumstances he injured the new president of Cat Getan University?"

Gordon narrowed his eyes instantly. A very bad premonition arose in his heart.

But no matter what, he couldn't let Clay affect the prestige that the police station had spent so much energy to establish, so his primary job was to wipe Clay's ass.

Shiler came to the second-hand market in the East District. This was the market where thieves like Catwoman used to sell stolen goods, and now it has become the largest second-hand trading market in all of Cat Getan.

Shiler came here to buy garden soil.

The big pit in his backyard was caused by Raven's magic explosion. The magic directly eroded all the soil, so even if Shiler could fill the pit, he had no materials and had to buy some soil.

Besides, it didn't look good for the lawn to be empty like that. He also had to buy some grass seeds and some tools for cultivation.

This second-hand market was so large that you couldn't see the edge at a glance. Even though it was still early, most of the vendors were still eating breakfast, but they were all squatting next to their stalls to solicit customers as much as possible.

Shiler saw some acquaintances. It was the newsboy who often delivered newspapers to him when he was in the West District manor. He had grown up a lot and had a quite large stall.

Shiler walked up and found that he was selling old books and old newspapers. Although Cat Getan's per capita education is only kindergarten graduation, thanks to English being an alphabetic language, knowing 26 letters is equivalent to literacy, and people who haven't received much education can also read. So these cheap old books, old comics, and old newspapers are very popular and are the first choice for those who can't afford modern electronic equipment to pass the time.

Shiler walked over, picked up a book and looked at it, and found it was a cookbook, but it should have been some years old. The illustrations on it were all images of housewives in the last century.

"Hey, sir, you really have an eye. This cookbook is my mother's... Professor Shiler? Why are you here?"

Shiler looked at him, looking at this freckled teenager who looked familiar but was completely different from his memory. In Shiler's memory, this little guy was always following behind his older brother. When he first came to the manor, he couldn't reach the mailbox when he jumped up. In a blink of an eye, he was already a big kid.

The teenager looked very surprised. He said, "God, you actually came here. How have you been lately? Did the person who delivered newspapers to you make any mistakes?"

"I moved, this is the new address." Shiler took out a business card and handed it to the teenager and said, "You can also give me an address, I will send you an invitation to the housewarming banquet."

"Really?" The teenager widened his eyes immediately and said, "But I don't have any good clothes, it might..."

"It's just an ordinary housewarming party, I also invited the Matthew brothers, do you remember them?"

"Of course, they deliver bread, they were always at odds with us before. What did they go to do?"

"Electrician, the scope of their work happens to overlap with the community where I live. I saw their car parked outside before, so I went to say hello to them."

"Learning a craft is really amazing." The teenager sighed, "Unlike me, when they asked me to go to vocational school, I thought it was annoying and didn't go. Now I can only set up a stall here to do second-hand business."

"It looks not bad." Shiler's eyes fell on the pack of cigarettes next to his hand. That was quite a good cigarette at the bottom of Cat Getan, especially being able to afford such cigarettes in this era showed that his business was doing well.

The teenager smiled shyly, scratched his head and said, "I can't compare with a gentleman like you, but if you send me an invitation, I will definitely choose a gift carefully."

"A cookbook is not bad." Shiler said, "But it's better not to falsely claim that it is your mother's cookbook, that's too fake."

"Isn't it, my stall is to cheat outsiders. Locals all know that there are few people who set up stalls here who are not orphans." The teenager shrugged, not taking it to heart, and then his eyes began to patrol his stall, as if he wanted to pick the best cookbook.

"Oh, by the way, there is one thing I want to ask you."

"What? You just ask." The teenager leaned forward and leaned over, lowered his voice and said, "I know that even in the West District, the newsboy's tip definitely doesn't need two dollars. A generous gentleman like you is too rare. As long as you want news, I have plenty here."

Shiler smiled and didn't refuse his kindness, but said, "It's not important information. There was a case in our community a few days ago. Many police came. The person who died was a Mexican. I heard it was a vendetta, and the murderer hasn't been caught yet."

"I didn't buy this house cheaply, but I don't want it to fall too much. If there is always an unarrested serial killer wandering around, it won't be long before..."

"You want to find a Mexican guy?" The teenager looked aside, thought for a while and said, "I am not of Mexican descent, I can't get into their circle, but I know who is useful to find."

The teenager leaned forward a bit more, pointed to the street corner and said, "See that guy wearing a cactus hat and a stall full of skulls? His name is Martin Ness. We all call him Black Skin Martin. He is the leader of the Mexican descent in this area and is also famous in the whole circle."

"This guy has a flexible mind and is not as bad as others. He is open to both the underworld and the white world. Even the police sell him some face. Some difficult-to-catch Mexicans who caused trouble will also ask him for help."

"Will he be in trouble for betraying his compatriots?"

"He is very shrewd. The ones he helps the police catch are all the guys who are hated by people and dogs in the circle, so others not only don't exclude him, but complain to him about anything. You are right to find him."

The teenager patted his chest and said, "I have a good relationship with him. During the music festival before, his stall was occupied, so I turned over the trash can and sprinkled that stupid guy who didn't follow the rules. He remembered this favor. You just say I introduced it."

Shiler smiled and said, "No need for your introduction. On the contrary, I want to introduce him a big order."

After finishing, Shiler walked towards the place the teenager pointed to, and not long after, he came to Martin's stall. ===== CHAPTER 2555 =====