Robert and Pierre glanced at each other and heaved a long sigh of relief.
They'd finally gotten rid of the police officer.
They didn't want to be enemies with Chen Zhao.
They'd seen Chen Zhao's subordinates kill more than a hundred people with their own eyes.
At the same time, there was Bob. To them, it was a shadow that they couldn't get rid of.
And this incident had alarmed far more than just the police.
At the moment, the atmosphere in a club in San Diego was especially heavy.
The club belonged to the Gerovitz family, but today, two groups of uninvited guests had arrived.
The entire club was in a tense atmosphere.
The Colombian and Mexican gangs came to the club together.
"Barsaco, Gaizval, what's the meaning of this?" Molisman looked at the two in front.
"The port that our three parties jointly run has been destroyed. Mr. Molisman, aren't you going to explain?" Barsaco stared at Molisman. He wanted to find some clues from Molisman's expression.
Molisman frowned. "You think I did it?"
"Who else could it be other than you?"
Although the port was jointly owned by the three parties, the Gerovitz family had always wanted to wash their hands clean.
Therefore, many businesses had been sold or transferred.
Therefore, the share of the port's profits was very small.
Most of the time, the Mexican and Colombian gangs were happy to see this.
But now that something had happened to the port, the first person they thought of was the Gerovitz family.
"I didn't do it. You can leave," Molisman said. Then he planned to chase the two away.
"You think it's not me? Show me the evidence, "Barsaco said relentlessly.
Raising an eyebrow, Molisman turned to look at Barsaco. "My words are the evidence. Our family never hides our true intentions. If we did it, we won't lie."
Barsaco and Gaizval were angry at Molisman's perfunctory attitude, but they just wanted to know the truth now.
After all, the destroyed port was too great a loss for them.
Large amounts of goods were piled up in their hands and couldn't be transported out. Their goods on the sea couldn't be sent in either.
The daily losses made them cry.
Of course, Molisman was the most suspicious, but it wasn't very likely.
Although Molisman had the least interest in the port, it did not mean that they had no interest at all.
"I believe you, Mr. Morrisman," said Guisval.
Barasco's face was filled with displeasure. What Gaizval said meant that he was being isolated.
"But don't you want to find the real murderer?"
"No." Molisman said indifferently, "Of course, if you find the real culprit, you can inform me. I also want to see who did it."
Molisman was very curious as to what kind of person could have such powerful strength.
From the information he had received, the other party did not have many people, but their firepower was terrifying.
They even found traces of an armed helicopter.
This made Molisman suspect that the military was involved.
Although there were many private planes in the United States, it was almost impossible for anyone other than the military to own an armed helicopter.
This was also the reason why Molisman did not want to delve into it. In the United States, he could argue with everything.
He could go against the government, but he couldn't go against the military.
There were people from their family in the government, but the military did not allow the Mafia to interfere.
Therefore, Molisman had always pursued the principle of keeping a low profile.
Especially when it came to people with sensitive identities.
From all the traces at the scene, the other party had a powerful background.
"Coward," Barasco said unhappily.
Molisman sneered inwardly. He was different from these barbarians.
If it was profitable, the Mafia's methods would not be any weaker than theirs.
But if it was meaningless violence, it would only attract more attention from their enemies.
This was also why members of the Gerovitz Family could walk openly on the streets.
As for the two gangs, they could only survive in the dark corners.
"Since Mr. Molisman doesn't care about this attack, I presume you don't care about the interests of the port. How about this? This time, Barasco and I will investigate, but Mr. Molisman will not be involved in the reconstruction of the port," Gaizval said.
Barasco's eyes lit up. This was a good excuse to share the interests of the port with Gaizval.
"Okay." Molisman smiled.
These two idiots thought of things too simply.
The port had been able to exist for so many years because of the joint maintenance of the three parties.
Without anyone, the port could not continue to operate.
They were actually naive enough to doubt that they could eliminate him with this move. It was really wishful thinking.
Soon, they would come to him for help.
Barasco and Gaizval left the clubhouse unhappily.
Molisman snapped his fingers, and a neatly dressed butler with slicked-back hair came to Molisman.
"Do you have any clues here?"
"Last night, San Diego's local air traffic control received an order. There was an armed helicopter flying over downtown San Diego at 2: 25 in the morning," the butler said.
Molisman thought to himself that it was indeed not simple. He could actually send an order to the air traffic control.
"Which party sent the order?"
"California Anti-Terrorism Department."
Molisman gasped. The functions of the anti-terrorism department and the police were similar, but the authority of action was completely different.
Since 9/II, the anti-terrorism departments in the United States had implemented a high control policy, which was the so-called suspicion was dangerous policy.
As long as anyone or any force was suspected of being related to terrorist acts, they would be under absolute control, and any extraordinary means of violence could be used.
"Is there any more information?"
"The phone device Bob used was a communications company under his family's name. From Bob's phone records in the last three hours, he made a total of two calls. One was a UCLA student named Pierre, and the other was a university professor, a Chinese."
"What's so special about these two calls?"
"There's nothing special about Pierre, but the university professor has another identity — an illegal doctor. He's been in America for more than a year, but he used self-defense as an excuse and killed no less than thirty people. He's an out-and-out butcher."
"Oh?" Molisman's interest was piqued.
It was not a skill to kill many people. Some of the gunmen in their family had killed dozens of people.
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