Chapter 90 No New Evidence


    "Not yet." Gavin replied, feeling depressed. Then he added, "They ask you to go to the police station."


    "Okay, I will go to see those idiots." Marcus sneered.


    Last time, they investigated him for a long time, but they failed to give him a clear exnation. Instead,


    they were rendered speechless by him. Was it another farce this time?


    Marcus frowned. Then he was pushed out of the office by Gavin.


    In the interrogation room of the police station.


    The white light shone on Marcus'' handsome face, reflecting a faint shadow.


    The two cops sitting across the table were the two who interrogated himst time. They were


    suppressed by his strong aurast time. Today, they treated him mildly.


    One of cops handed the identification report to Gavin, who was standing behind Marcus, motioned him


    to check it, and said calmly, "Marcus, wepared the wheelchair you are using with the wheelchair


    left at the murder scene and found that these two are exactly the same."


    Marcus pursed his lips tightly. He smiled seemingly, which made people unable to guess his true


    thoughts.


    "So?" He suddenly sneered.


    Hearing his sarcasm, the cop straightened his jaw instantly. He looked so solemn.


    Marcus was really hard to deal with. Last time he was so calm when the witness and physical evidence


    were all avable. Judging from his attitude today, it was also difficult to let him admit.


    The cop took a deep breath, cleared his throat, and said in a deep voice, "Neither the wheelchair that


    was thrown away nor the handkerchief left at the scene have no your fingerprints on it, but there are no


    others’ fingerprints."


    Marcus frowned and pulled a long face. His eyes were staring forward motionlessly.


    "I want the conclusion!" His tone was tough.


    The cop nced at him and scolded him several times inwardly. As a criminal suspect, he was actually


    so arrogant in the police station. Who did he think he was? Just because he was rich?


    "Now it can only show that the murderer may be someone else, but you can''t be ruled out." The cop


    sneered. His tone was also tough.


    As soon as he finished speaking, Marcus raised his eyebrows. A touch of mockery appeared at the


    corner of his mouth. He calmly said, "My wheelchair was made in Chicago. Only there can make


    exactly the same wheelchair. You can go there and investigate. I can let Gavin tell you the specific


    address."


    What he said was quite likemanding. In those cops’ eyes, it sounded harsher. They originally


    wanted to be as polite as possible to him, but they didn''t expect that he didn’t take them seriously. The


    police couldn’t stand it.


    "Marcus, I want to remind you that you are still a criminal suspect now." The cop said word by word,


    "You must always be prepared to be summoned by the police. You can’t leave the city casually.”


    The police''s words angered Marcus. He pulled a long face, looking so gloomy and terrifying.


    As he expected, this group of policemen tossed for a long time and still found nothing. Not only did they


    fail to catch the real murderer, but they also continued to list him as the criminal suspect. It was so


    stupid.


    Marcus was silent for a few seconds. Then he asked sternly, "How long do you guys need to


    investigate? A week or a month? Or, is it a year or ten years? I just wait to be summoned by you?"


    "This is thew. You must abide by it!" The cop finally couldn''t bear it. He showed his true face, and


    N?vel(D)rama.Org''s content.


    suddenly raised his voice, trying to suppress Marcus.


    Marcus frowned deeply. He exuded a sense of killing. His cold and tough tone made others feel creepy.


    "The purpose of thew is to protect the property and freedom of citizens. You have wasted my tax


    money. Now, you are trying to restrict my personal freedom. I think the people who break thew are


    you!"


    After finishing speaking, Marcus turned the wheelchair and left the interrogation room without waiting


    for the police to reply, leaving only a domineering and decisive back.


    The police were so furious. However, this time, they still couldn''t find the right words to refute him.


    Marcus and Gavin came out of the police station. Gavin pushed Marcus into the special luxury car and


    then he sat in passenger seat. As the engine sounded, the ck car began to drive towards the


    Clinton’s.


    As the car entered the road in front of the Clinton’s, Gavin saw a petite figure walking towards them


    along the road from a distance. She walked very fast, looking like be exercising.