Chapter 902 I Admit Defeat
"Hugh is a resourceful man. We can y with him as he wants," Martin said in a low voice.
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Carlos nodded and was about to speak when his phone suddenly rang. The caller ID was Arthur.
The corners of Carlos''s mouth twitched. He thought that Arthur was so jealous that he didn''t want to
call Martin.
Taking a nce at Martin from the corner of his eyes, Carlos picked up the phone stealthily, "Hello, Mr.
Arthur, can I help you?"
"Of course! Why should I call you if I have nothing else to do?" Arthur''s voice was somewhat angry and
impatient. "I just received the news that the murderer of a series of cases hasmitted another
crime. I have specially approved it with my superior. If you are interested, you cane here to learn
about the case."
Hearing this, Carlos was stunned and said, "The murderer of a series of casesmitted a crime
again? Did Hugh take action?"
"I didn''t tell you the murderer was Hugh! The suspect is an unexpected person..." Blue veins stood out
on Arthur''s forehead. He pressed his temples and said, "Forget it. I don''t want to talk to you anymore.
Besides, I can''t tell you this on the phone. If you really want to know, you cane to the scene or the
police station by yourselves. I have to hang up."
Before Carlos could react, the phone was hung up.
With the phone in his hand, Carlos stared nkly at Martin for a long time before he found his lost
language system. He said weakly, "Bo...Boss, just now Mr. Arthur said..."
"Go to the scene." Martin blurted out without hesitation.
It was already winter. In afternoon, the sky was overcast, as if the whole sky was about to copse. The
air was filled with a taste of fishy and salty, making people think of the scenes in the heavy and long
ck movie for no reason.
Martin didn''t get out of the car. He just sat in the Maybach car and looked at the pictures of the scene
materials he had just received. After leafing through them, he looked down at one of the photos, on
which there was a somewhat blurry back. Because of the dim light, only arge back was outlined, and
nothing else could be seen.
But Martin could recognize the man just by his back.
Arthur once said that the suspect was an unexpected person. But Martin really didn''t expect that he
would do that.
"Boom -"
A thunderous thunder struck down, followed by a heavy rain. The on-site inspection work was almost
finished, and Arthur personally directed a group of subordinates to rush in.
As soon as Arthur came out of the old and dark apartment, Carlos covered Arthur''s head with a ck
umbre. "Arthur, it''s slippery on the rainy road. Be careful."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Arthur smoked half of the cigarette, which was wet by the rain. He
smoked a few more times before he stubbed out the cigarette and flicked it into the trash can aside.
"You are so filial? I''m ttered."
Carlos, who was innocent, was scolded by Arthur. He was confused and said, "Well, Mr. Arthur, my
boss is waiting for you in the car. He wants to have a talk with you alone."
Arthur nced at Carlos and then looked up at the dark sky. "I''m a boor. Aren''t you afraid that he will
be choked by the smell of cigarettes?"
Carlos replied, "No, my boss is not that kind of person."
Arthur suddenly said in a strange tone, "You''re right. Your boss is indeed very charming. I''m willing to
admit defeat."
Hearing this, Carlos was speechless.
He just felt that his boss was wronged again.
After being mean, Arthur stepped into the rain and walked towards the ck Maybach parked on the
roadside. Carlos quickly followed and covered Arthur with an umbre.
Arthur waved his hand and said, "I''m not as delicate as your boss. I can stand the rain."
Carlos almost spat out a mouthful of blood. He wondered why he got hurt every time.
After getting in the car, Arthur sat down next to Martin and wiped his face, "What do you want to say?"
Martin took a clean towel and put it in front of Arthur. Arthur wiped the rain off his body with the towel
and smoothed his hair with his fingers. He thought that he couldn''t be humble in front of his rival in
love.
"If I say it''s a frame up," Martin raised his eyes slightly and turned on the air conditioner to breathe. "Do
you believe me, Mr. Arthur?"
Arthur''s body was full of choking smoke. He usually paid attention to it like a gentleman, but today he
just wanted to piss off Martin. He didn''t care and said casually, "Even if he is framed, we have to
investigate since he is suspected. Don''t forget that I''m a police."
Martin said, "Eugene is a senior criminal police. He shouldn''t have made such a mistake. The person
who can make him so rxed can only be an acquaintance of him. But Eugene works hard and doesn''t
have close friends, so it''s not difficult to investigate."
"I have checked Eugene''s call records, and there is no abnormality. Several strange calls before the
case were crank calls, and none of them were acquaintances." Arthur changed the topic, "Besides,
there is Eugene''s fingerprints on the scene, which are irrefutable evidence. Even if he is wronged, I can
only temporarily detain him for investigation."
"Ding -"
Suddenly, his phone rang in the car, indicating something bad.
Arthur''s temples throbbed. He picked up the phone and whispered, "Hello."
At the other end of the phone, Bettina and the others were standing under a heavy rain. Suddenly, a
thunder came from the dark sky. The rain was rolling with cold wind, as if it had blown into everyone''s
bones.
"Boss..." Bettina''s voice seemed toe out of her throat with a little trembling, "Eugene was dead. He
was hit by a car on the street in front of the police station."
The dark red blood rushed along the rain to the side of the dark path, and no one knew where it would
eventually flow. The whistling and the noise of the people seemed to have faded away, and the
flickering red and yellow light changed ominously.
Arthur''s face suddenly darkened. He said, "I see. Carry him into the police station and get all the
surveince videos nearby. Track down the whereabouts of that car. No matter who he is or where he
goes, catch him back."
Bettina felt like her throat was stuffed with cotton, unable to go up and down, and even her breath was
a little blocked. After a long time, she said in a hoarse voice, "Yes, boss."
However, even if the driver of the ident was immediately caught and the maniptor behind it was
found, so what?
Eugene would nevere back to life. The truth buried in the dust would always be bloody and heart
wrenching.