The famous detective in the comic world

Chapter 73 Searchlight

The deceased's ID was dropped not far away.

He Nan looked at the sky again, making sure that the guy wouldn't suddenly jump down or something, so he put away his sickle and went to check it out.

"Noah Lambert..." Ho Nan stared at the blood-soaked passport and clicked his tongue: "Shirley, if I remember correctly, this person is a member of the board of directors of the Osborne Group, right?"

"Yes." Xue Li listened to the roar of sirens approaching from a distance, and put down the mobile phone that was just about to call the police: "It is likely to be a vendetta... The murderer's target is quite clear."

"Well... Given his membership in the board of directors, the possibility of targeting the Osborne Group cannot be ruled out." He Nan stood up, looked at the puddles of disgusting substances sticking to the ground around him, and frowned. : "The general election is imminent, and the possibility of terrorist assassination for political reasons is not ruled out—Shirley, I want to go into the TV tower to see! You wait for me here!"

"...What did I say? It can't stop your curiosity, can it?" Shirley sighed helplessly.

"It's mainly because someone committed a crime! I'm a superpower, and I happen to be at the scene. Is it justified not to do anything?"

"...Going to go together." Miyano Shiho didn't deny his statement, so he backed down and said so.

At the same time, she also took out the SJR072 semi-automatic shotgun she bought on the black market this morning from the car and canceled the insurance.

Just as the two were about to rush into the tower, they heard someone calling their names.

"Hey, He Nan, Shirley!" Two people got off from the first police car that arrived.The fatter one waved his hands excitedly: "Here, here!"

"Ah...Martin?" Ho Nan turned his head unexpectedly, "And Mark—you just happened to be here on patrol?"

The middle-aged fat patrolman was Martin Galton.

And the young skinny patrolman is Mark Hobart.

Mark looked tense and serious at the sight of the corpse.

As for Martin...

...with a glass of milkshake in hand.

"Yeah! Our police car happened to be patrolling, and we ran into the scene of the death—oh my god, it was so tragic." Martin walked to the corpse, sucked a milkshake and looked down: "Why do you think this man Can't think about it, do I have to jump off the building? If it were me, I would rather eat a lot of sweets and fatten myself to death."

You're already doing this... He Nan looked at his stomach and squeezed his sweat: Is the police station's control over the body of middle-aged police officers too loose?

"No, it's not suicide." He Nan looked at the people who were gradually fleeing from the TV tower in panic, and told him hastily: "He was murdered, the murderer was wearing a metal suit, and there was a bent man behind him A searchlight connected by a folded metal pole..."

"Damn, is he a super criminal again... It sounds abnormal." Martin threw away the cup that drained the milkshake, took out his pistol, and his expression became serious: "Mark, come in with me! You two are in Wait!"

"Are you going to arrest him..." He Nan also hurriedly caught up: "I'm here to help too!"

"Stop—don't go in!" Martin stopped in his tracks and turned around to stop him from going forward: "It's the job of the police to arrest criminals, I won't let civilians take risks."

"I also have superpowers! I can help you!" He Nan summoned a scythe and showed it to him: "Look?"

Obviously, both Martin and Mark were quite shocked by this.

That being the case, they agreed to Ho Nan and his partner's assistance as vigilantes—but Ho Nan still wanted to be called a detective.

"I'm the police—where's that murderous bastard?!" Martin rushed into the chaotic hall, yelling at everyone, "Anyone saw him when he escaped?!"

"On the 35th floor!" Someone shouted in a panic: "He's gone to the studio!"

"Quick! Get on the elevator!" Martin called Mark and the three to follow, and rushed to the nearest elevator room. When a large crowd of people crowded inside, they twisted their big belly anxiously and squeezed into it.

studio? !

After He Nan heard this word, he felt uneasy.

What are you going there for?

Is it to forcibly interrupt the program and broadcast the video I want to play?
He just killed a director of the Osborne Group...

...Could it be that the content to be broadcast is related to Norman Osborn's scandal?

That's probably it...

Thinking like this is the most reasonable!
If so, should I help stop him?

He Nan hesitated.

Seeing his uneasiness, Shirley gently took his hand while the elevator was rapidly ascending.

She wasn't wearing gloves—and neither was Ho Nan.

This made him feel itchy suddenly because of the smooth and tender touch from his palm.

Afterwards, there was a burst of peace of mind.

Fortunately, Mark and Martin stood in front, and they were both highly nervous, so they didn't notice all this.

Otherwise, He Nan would feel a little embarrassed.

The 35th floor is coming soon.

...In fact, if it wasn't for the constant stopovers on other floors, the time spent would have been cut in half at least.

Of course, all those who wanted to squeeze into the elevator to go to the first floor were turned away by Martin.

Along the way, I didn't know how many times I shouted "The police are handling the case, we have to go to the 35th floor! No one is allowed to come in!".

Finally, the elevator stopped at F35.

The moment the elevator door opened, Martin and Mark raised their guns and glanced to the left and right respectively as they rushed out. After confirming that there was no threat, they rushed to the area where the panicked shouts and gunshots of the people were heard.

Can vaguely hear a strong noise erupting in the direction of the gunfire.Then, there were bursts of painful whimpers—the gunshots gradually subsided.

"Here!" Martin took the lead and rushed to the hall.

It can already be clearly seen through the glass wall that the hall is in a mess. Many security guards and staff members either fell to the ground and passed out, or crouched on the ground with their heads in their hands, so as not to be regarded as a threat by the enemy.

On the second floor, there are several rooms with studio signs.The security guards were standing in that corridor and firing at the enemies downstairs one after another.Someone had even emptied the ammunition, so they had to take out their batons and watched nervously as the murderer walked up the stairs step by step.

Bullets couldn't hurt his light silver full body armor at all.

The moment the warhead hits the armor, it will bounce off.The bursting flames were sucked into the battle suit, and converged on the head of the searchlight.

Finally, the energy is getting stronger and stronger.As the head of the lamp flashed a strong white light twice in succession, the buzzing noise also broke out.All the security guards who were shot by the searchlight beams lost their firearms in an instant. No matter how they pulled the triggers, they couldn't fire the ammunition.

Afterwards, the lamp head squirmed for a while on the flexible and bent metal rod like a snake, and then spun around rapidly. After the red light flashed twice, it emitted red light with another frequency of buzzing, making the irradiation Red grids erupted from all the security guards who arrived, and they twitched and fainted to the ground.

(End of this chapter)