"Martin, what brings you to see me today?" Holding his crutch in both hands, Walter smiled amiably.
A person's appearance could often disguise all the good and evil in him.
Martin glanced at Walter and said, "I have something to ask you, Mr. Walter. Please tell me the truth."
Walter chuckled, "I'm an old man. Why do you ask me? If you have anything to say, just tell me."
Martin's eyes turned cold and shot at Walter like a sharp blade. He said in a cold voice, "Twenty four
years ago, my parents died in a car accident. It's strange. I've only investigated some past things
recently and found something. Do you still remember what happened twenty four years ago?"
Hearing this, an imperceptible cold light flashed across Walter's eyes, and his expression did not
change at all. He stared at Martin with deep eyes for a moment, and then said slowly, "I'm old, and I
don't remember many things in the past. Isn't the car accident of your parents an accident? Is there any
scheme?"
Martin narrowed his eyes and stared at Walter without blinking. The huge space seemed to freeze in
an instant, and there was a terrible silence in the air.
A few seconds later, Martin's eyes flashed for a moment and said word by word, "The car accident of
my parents is certainly not an accident. Although the Bai Family has done everything well, it is not
without trace."
Hearing this, Walter's eyes darkened, but his face was still calm. He said calmly, "It's been more than
twenty years. The car accident was closed as an accident, and I don't know anything else. At that time,
it was Mr. Hogan who was responsible for dealing with the aftermath. However, two years ago, Mr.
Hogan had left, and I'm afraid it's not easy to investigate it again."
Martin asked, "So Mr. Walter, you know nothing about this."
Walter shook his head and said, "Martin, I know that you did suffer a lot because of your parents' death,
but it is fate. Besides, it was just an accident. Don't take it too seriously."
Martin looked at Walter and said, "In that case, I won't ask any more. I have something else to do, so I
won't disturb you."
Walter waved his hand and smiled, "It's rare for you to come here. I just caught a fish in the pond. You
can leave after dinner."
Martin said, "No, thanks. There's still something to deal with in the company. I'll come and apologize to
you another day."
Walter didn't force him to stay. He sent him to the car in person until the tail light disappeared at the
end of the road. The smile that had always been hanging on his wrinkled face disappeared in an
instant, and his face suddenly darkened.
In the Maybach.
Carlos took a look at Martin from the rearview mirror and said seriously, "Master, I don't think Mr. Walter
knows anything. Is there any mistake?"
Sitting in the back seat, Martin rested his forehead on the back of his hand, and his cold face was
reflected on the black window. After a while, he said in a hoarse voice, "I mentioned the Bai Family on
purpose, but he avoided it deliberately from beginning to end. Obviously, he knows the Bai Family."
Back then, the Bai Family miraculously maintained its strength in the slaughter, and then rose quickly
and smoothly, becoming the second largest force in the Black Triangle Zone. At that time, Walter had a
high status in the Lu Clan, so it was impossible for him to know nothing about the power of Black
Triangle Zone. Even if the Bai Family was still a small force at that time, what about what happened
after that?
Walter's answer seemed flawless, but his words were the biggest loophole.
Carlos kept silent for two seconds, "Master, you mean that even if Mr. Walter didn't take part in that
matter, he was at least the insider. What's your next plan?"
A hint of coldness flashed across Martin's eyes, and he said in an extremely cold voice, "Send
someone to investigate secretly. Whether he is the manipulator behind the scenes or not, you must find
out for me and not let go of any clues."
"Yes, Master," replied Carlos immediately.
As soon as he finished speaking, Martin's phone rang in the back seat. It was from Arthur. Martin's
finger moved slightly and the call was connected. He put the phone near his ear and said, "Hello."
On the other side of the phone, Arthur sounded anxious, with a little bloodshot in his eyes. He asked in
a low voice, "Samuel, where are you now? Can you come to the police station right now? I'm afraid I
need your help."
"I'll be right there," said Martin.
Arthur didn't say anything more. After hanging up the phone, he rubbed between his eyebrows with
tiredness. Then he turned to look at Bettina and said, "Sis Bettina, I'll leave this person to you first. You
can interrogate first."
Bettina said angrily, "Dad, you're wrong. I'm such a gentle and kind rabbit. How can I handle with such
a vicious bastard? You can't be so busy enjoying your new relationship and show off you love in front of
me, a single woman."
Arthur rolled his eyes at her in speechless. He said fiercely, "You don't want your bonus this month, do
you?"
Bettina smiled hypocritically, "Well, it's my duty to serve the people and sacrifice my life for the
motherland!"
'Jerk!
Why don't you do it yourself!'
Bettina dragged Rolf she she entered the interrogation room with a notebook in her hand. Sitting in the
monitoring room, Arthur stared at a suspect sitting in the room through the monitor.
Arthur just received a case about the disappearance of junior high school students this morning. He
had not investigated it yet when he received the news that the murderer had killed the two junior high
school students. And the murderer did not run away after killing them. He waited in the wilderness for
the police to arrest him.
It was said that when the police arrived at the scene, he just dismembered the body of one of the junior
high school students, kneeling on the grass with blood all over his body. There were also female police
out of the scene, and they had seen the big scene, but when they saw the scene, they fainted on the
spot.
More strangely, the murderer was Brent, the owner of that high-end club, which Martin had just asked
him to investigate.
In the consulting room.
Bettina opened the file. After the routine match, she looked at the suspect in yellow clothes and said,
"what's your name? Do you know why we brought you here for questioning?"
The suspect had a pair of black thin glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his hair was combed neatly.
In addition to his yellow clothes, he was like a social elite. He did not look like a 'wanted criminal'. It
could be seen that his appearance could really hide the truth.
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