Chapter 294: Target [666+3]

Aierwen personally came to the forensic office of the Prisia District branch; two forensic doctors were dealing with those corpses.

One was older, one was younger, and it was still a girl.

He had been here for a while, about thirty minutes, but the two forensic doctors were still busy working inside, making him feel a bit anxious.

He couldn't help but push the door open, walked in, and then saw the corpse on the autopsy table.

The older forensic doctor looked back, smiling but not smiling, "Are you in a hurry?"

Aierwen just looked at him, "I have been standing outside for thirty minutes."

The older forensic doctor looked up at the wall clock, "Actually, it's only twenty-one minutes..."

"Actually, this can't be blamed on me, sir; there are too many bullets shot into the body of this corpse; we have to ensure that every wound corresponds to a bullet being found."

He said this while looking at the corpse that had been cut open, and then reached his hand into some internal organs torn by bullets and felt around.

The internal organs and his gloved hands made a "gurgling" sound, and accompanied by his stirring, a stench became increasingly obvious.

The girl secretly glanced at Aierwen, her face revealing a surprised expression; this was one of their dark humors.

They didn't like being disturbed during an autopsy; if someone broke in, they would do some things that looked very disgusting to "repel" the reckless intruder.

Most people had already covered their mouths and started looking for trash when they saw this scene, but Aierwen just watched quietly; he even had the mind to ask a question, "Why find those bullets?"

The older forensic doctor glanced at him again, "Every bullet is an independent piece of evidence; we will record how many shots he took, take photos, and then find every bullet and put it into an evidence bag."

He was just talking, his face revealing some smiles, "Look, I found it!"

He pulled out a section of intestine from the abdominal cavity of the corpse; there was already a rupture on the intestine, because after the corpse died, the bacteria in the body started to multiply uncontrollably, the intestine started to bloat, causing the intima to turn outward, blocking the wound.

This made it look like it hadn't been injured if you didn't look carefully.

The older forensic doctor squeezed his finger into the wound, and through the cooperation of the other hand, he quickly found the bullet from the intestine, then threw it into the metal tray with a "ding" sound.

Before the families of these people signed an agreement to donate their corpses to medical institutions, these organs, if not necessary, would not be removed at will.

If their families were willing to sign, then these corpses would be sent to medical institutions or schools, used for research or made into teaching courseware.

"Wash it, and stuff it back.", he instructed, letting his apprentice complete the follow-up work, exhaled a breath, walked to the sink to wash his hands, and asked with some curiosity, "Did you fire the gun?"

Aierwen shook his head, "I wasn't at the scene; how did you know it was us?"

The forensic doctor shrugged, "Only killers are not afraid of the people they kill!"

"A classic quote!"

The forensic doctor smiled, and after cleaning himself, took off his protective suit and went to the office with Aierwen.

After he organized the files of these corpses, he handed them to him, "Some of these people have criminal records; besides that, they have gang-nature tattoos on their bodies; you should be able to find this."

"I hope these things can help you."

"By the way, ask a question, how do I address you?"

"Aierwen!"

"Mr. Aierwen, you can call me Dr. Seth."

After he handed the file to Aierwen, he spread his hands, and soon they fell to his sides, "I have heard my colleagues complain that you shot too many bullets into those people's bodies; they have to spend a period of time just finding the bullets!"

"And every time they finish, those things are messed up; it's hard to let them leave very peacefully; you know what I mean!"

"God won't like a rag bag!"

"You're wrong; they can't go to heaven!", Aierwen took the file and looked at it for a few times, "And thank you, Seth."

He hesitated for a moment, "Those brothers of mine..."

Seth shook his arm again, "Rest assured, I will take good care of them, ensuring they can be buried decently!"

Aierwen pulled back his hand, counted out one hundred dollars from his pocket, folded it, and placed it in Seth's hand, "Thank you for everything you did for them!"

Seth raised his eyebrows, "I have to say, I like the way you express gratitude!"

Aierwen sighed, somewhat sentimental, "I hope we won't meet again, Seth."

Seth laughed loudly upon hearing this, "I'm not cursing you, but this kind of thing, who can say for sure?"

After coming back from the forensic doctor's side, the sky was already dark; he gave this file to Lanse; after Lanse unpacked it and took out everything, his gaze fell on the first page.

A front and side portrait clearly taken when being detained, next to it was his name, age, race, belief, and residential address, as well as the ID number that could prove his identity.

Below were some of this person's criminal experiences, as well as the experience of being executed; it could be seen that he was a habitual offender.

"Four previous convictions for assault, one previous conviction for theft, one previous conviction for robbery...", Lanse read his file and looked at the others, "It seems we found the right person."

Lanse shook this file, "Gregg family... does anyone know?"

Mo Lisi raised his hand, "They are not far from us; they have a territory in the city center; the Gregg family is all composed of Saigeang people."

Saigeang people are not "native" people of the Federation; they also belong to immigrants.

Perhaps the federal people include a part of Saigeang people, but they wouldn't be the majority.

They are known as descendants of pirates and robbers, without a specific residence, and some people call them "nomadic people on the sea."

In the past, when navigation technology and shipbuilding technology were not yet developed, what people sailing on the sea feared most was meeting these Saigeang people.

They would intercept passing ships, kill all the men on the ships, rob their wealth, goods, and women, and then sell them to nearby ports in exchange for gold coins, silver coins, and various resources.

Plundering was the way they relied on to survive; the leader of the pirate group once hailed as the "Pirate King" said that the sea was the pasture of the Saigeang people.

And those ships coming and going on the sea surface were their lambs!

This was the lifestyle of the Saigeang people.

But with the continuous development and advancement of navigation technology and shipbuilding technology, the Saigeang people themselves couldn't produce advanced ships, the price of purchased ships was too expensive, and they themselves didn't understand maintenance and use.

Eventually, they started to withdraw from the stage of history one after another; although some Saigeang people who kept up with the times were still active on the sea, more had already started to go ashore.

These people were very united; they inherited the ruthlessness of their ancestors and were characters who were not easy to provoke, for the small gangs in New Jincheng.

The Gregg family was already in its third and a half generation; the first generation of Gregg had basically all died; the second generation was also old or dead; now was the active period of the third and fourth generations.

They had the idea of actively expanding outward, but Lanse didn't quite understand why they would come to attack him.

But he also knew one point: finding the leader of the Gregg family would solve this secret!

"Do you know the specific location of their stronghold?"

Mo Lisi nodded, "They have a club, about fifteen minutes away from here."

Lanse threw this file on the table and glanced at his watch, "Still in time before sleeping!"

Everyone stood up; Bodun appeared somewhat at a loss.

Of course he knew what these people were going to do, but he really hadn't participated in a gunfight; he hadn't even fired a gun until now!

Perhaps seeing his loss, Lanse didn't let him follow, but let him continue to be responsible for collecting intelligence tomorrow.

When making a decision, Lanse hadn't considered the problem of whether it would be wrong; regardless of whether it was wrong or not, someone had to bear his anger first.

He could even guess that this matter might not be the Gregg family's decision, but they were responsible for the execution, so they were wrong!

This time Lanse's side dispatched twelve cars, a full forty people.

The motorcade advanced toward the city center in the night, like ghosts under the night curtain.

Quiet, and fast!

At this time, in a club near the Imperial District and Prisia District in the city center, the head of the Gregg family was receiving two important guests.

Two guests from the Pasleto family!

Since Paul decided to protect Dover, he definitely wouldn't leave any too obvious flaws; after solving those people around Dover, they immediately found the current leader of the Gregg family.

No matter how tense the situation was now, the Five Great Families were still insurmountable high mountains in the eyes of these people.

So he appeared very humble, and not a trace of the unruly Saigeang people could be seen.

"Does... anyone else know about this matter?", the middle-parted head sat on the chair with his legs crossed; he didn't look fierce at all, always hanging a smiling expression.

The leader sitting opposite the table shook his head, "Only I know about this matter."

He and Dover met through drug smuggling; the Pasleto family could get some tight-supply various special medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs, or something.

These medicines seemed to be buyable with money in the Federation, but for some relatively backward countries, or countries that weren't so compatible with the Federation, the price of these things was compared to gold!

Like special anti-inflammatory drugs, it probably cost thirty-five dollars a shot in the Federation, but when it reached those underdeveloped regions, sold to those rich people, the price of one shot was about one hundred dollars, or even higher!

The Saigeang people had enough sales channels on the sea; these medicines could be sold out very quickly through their hands.

After going back and forth, he and Dover, who could provide him with various goods, met. ===== CHAPTER 295 =====