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Martin rode a horse and quickly left the campus. Among them, there were one or two policemen who didn't know what happened, blowing police whistles at him, indicating that he had violated the regulations by running his horse like this and asked him to stop and accept the fine. Of course Martin ignored him and ran away. The policeman also had no horses and could not catch up with him, so he could only scold him from behind, saying that if he let him catch it next time, he must show it to him.

Of course, it won't be long before he will know what happened in Harvard University, and he will naturally know that the murderer who has escaped under his nose is now. But by then, Martin felt that he should have escaped very far, to a place beyond the reach of the Massachusetts police.

Freed from the entanglement of the police, Martin moved on. He knew that he was running wildly along the way, and the signs were very obvious. Anyone who knew the Harvard assassination could judge that he was the murderer, and the only way he could escape was to run as fast as possible. Escape from their pursuit before the police system in Boston can react.

The horse that Pidul prepared for Martin was quite good, running like a gust of wind. But after a while, Martin even opened the city, headed north, and continued to speed toward the agreed forest.

After another while, the horse's speed began to drop significantly. After all, Pidul prepared Martin a good horse, but not a nuclear-powered Mongolian war horse. Speeding all the way is also very exhausting. Even a good horse will be tired.

But the agreed forest is already very close. You can already see the woods from a distance, as well as the lumberjack's cabin on the edge of the woods.

The lumberjacks there have lost their lives in a brown bear attack-after all, not every lumberjack can be slapped by the bear like Brother Qiang, and can get up and continue talking and laughing with their brothers. Because of this attack, the timber company gave up its plan to log wood in this forest. Anyway, there are many big trees in North America at this time. There is no need to fight Xiong Daxiong Er for a few trees. Therefore, this small wooden house was abandoned, and it became a frequent place for people who came to hunt after hearing the news.

It's just that the hunters haven't found Big Bear II, so now, even the hunters here are much less. However, the small wooden house here has not been abandoned. Many times, some illegal transactions will be carried out here.

Martin turned his head and looked behind, and no smoke rose from behind. The weather is dry during this period, and the roads at this time are all dirt roads. If there are chasers galloping on horses, you can see the dust raised by the horses far away. So it is certain that no police chased him. This is also normal. The police in Massachusetts have not yet been so efficient.

So he also slowed down, urged the horses, and trot slowly and slowly towards the cabin. For horses, this is also a necessary relaxation after strenuous exercise.

Martin is only more than twenty meters away from the cabin. He had seen three horses **** next to the cabin, and Mr. Pidul was standing next to the horse, smiling and looking at him. In addition to Pidul, there were two other people standing beside Pidul. . Martin knew that it was the one who was going to take him to the east to board the boat.

"Mr. Pidul!" Martin jumped off the horse and walked over with the horse.

"Martin, is everything going well?" Pidul also asked.

"Very well, very smooth!" Martin walked forward with a smile on his face, spreading his hands, trying to give Pidul a hug.

At this time, Pidul took a step to the side, and the hand of the man standing beside him that had been hiding behind his back was exposed-that hand was holding a revolver. At the same time, another person on the other side took out a revolver and shot Martin.

Before Martin had time to react, the man shot. The distance between the two sides was no more than five meters. Unprepared, Martin was immediately knocked to the ground by six bullets. Until he died, his eyes opened wide, and he didn't seem to believe that such a thing would happen.

The two sought-after smashed all the bullets in the revolver, then took out a revolver and aimed it at Martin who fell on the ground. Then slowly walked up to observe. Pidul also came over, took a look, and said: "It's dead. Okay, I'll leave the rest to you."

The gunman who took the lead nodded, then touched Martin's body with his foot. After verification, Martin is indeed dead. A full twelve rounds of bullets hit it, and it's really not easy to survive. Then the two gunmen turned around and entered the lumberjack's hut. After a while, they both changed into tax police costumes and walked out.

So a very logical story is completed: the cabin is where many smugglers trade, so as law enforcement officers of the tax department, it is normal to visit here, and then the two people will encounter the fugitive murderer Martin. Up.

The law enforcement officers did not know that Martin was a fugitive murderer, and only took him as a possible smuggling suspect for interrogation. However, Martin, a guilty conscience, took out and prepared to resist. The result was shot dead by two men.

Martin was killed, and various clues were naturally broken. But it is easy to determine that he is a southerner. So things that criticize the Southerners for being barbaric and uncivilized can still be carried out, and even add to the propaganda that Southerners are not only barbaric and uncivilized, but also cowardly and incompetent. And this one is estimated to stimulate southerners even more.

On the other hand, the two tax policemen who killed Martin were naturally members of the Ministry of Truth. Relying on this great contribution, they will certainly be able to get promoted quickly, needless to say, and they occupy a higher position in almost the most important violent institution in the United States, which is of course very good for the Ministry of Truth and for France.

Of course Pidul left immediately. Of the two tax police officers, the older one stayed to guard the scene, and the younger one rode back to Boston to report the crime.

This young tax policeman rode his horse halfway and met the Boston Mounted Police who chased him out. The mounted police stopped him.

"Brother, did you see a young man riding a horse to the north?"

"Ah, no, I came from over there and I didn't see anything along the way." The young tax police replied, and then asked, "What happened?"

"Someone shot and killed someone at Harvard University. Witnesses reported that he ran this way. Didn't you meet him?" a mounted policeman asked again.

"No." The young tax policeman said without changing his face, "but there is a fork to the west a little further ahead. If he is really coming here, then he must be going west at that fork. ."

"Thank you for your reminder." The rider believed it to be true and thanked.

The two groups separated, and the mounted police continued to chase the criminal who had entered the country they were temporarily unable to enter; and the young tax police rushed back to the tax office quickly to ensure that no police would come. Compete with yourself.

Back to the tax bureau, the young tax police hurried to the director's office.

"Director Dulles, I have an important matter to report to you." The young tax police entered Chief Dulles's office and said to him.

"Ah, it's Pop, what's the matter?" Chief Dulles asked.

Pope reported the incident to Director Dulles according to what they had already prepared, and then said: "On the way back, I met a team of mounted police. They said they were chasing a murderer who had killed at Harvard. ——I think the guy we killed should be the murderer. I let them catch up another way — I don’t want them to take our credit, Chief, you know, these guys really did something like this Yes."

Director Dulles nodded: "Pop, you are right, those guys will take our credit as long as they have the opportunity. You did a good job! We will go to the scene immediately and protect our credit back. Let the policeman take it away!"

So Director Dulles immediately took action. He mobilized all the people who could be mobilized, and rushed to the scene to protect his credit.

Of course, in order to protect his own credit, and in order to make this credit have sufficient effect, Director Dulles gave all the people who participated in the operation a password.

In the most famous university in the United States like Harvard University, in front of international friends, the state of Massachusetts will lose its face when something like this happens. As for Boston, the mayor Mr. Landau was so angry that he fell off his glasses after learning about it.

He angrily told him about this incident, the police chief Hughes yelled: "A man, in the most prosperous area of ​​the city, in front of hundreds of people, killed another person, and then he could escape. Now, he can escape! I told you a long time ago that we must pay attention to security work, pay attention to security work, don’t make trouble, don’t make trouble! What about you? What about you! You tell me what I said to you , It’s all regarded as the wind in the ear, you think I just ate and did nothing to be alarmist! I told you last month and last week, which southerners should be paid attention to, and which southerners should be paid attention to, but... really an angry puppet Kind! You say, now, what else can you say!"

"Mayor, we, we will catch the murderer." Chief Hughes replied uncomfortably.

"Catch him? How long will it take? Now two days have passed. I promise the society that the case will be solved in three days. It will be three days soon, and it will be bright in a few hours. Do you have any eyebrows now? ?Have it?"

"We need more time..." Chief Hughes replied.

Mayor Landau was so angry that he almost smashed his teacup on Chief Hughes’ face. He endured and endured it, but still couldn’t bear it, so he took off his glasses with a trembling hand and threw it on him. The floor-carpeted anyway, not broken-was about to continue to get angry, but the secretary came in and said: "Mr. Mayor, Director Dulles is here. He said he has the latest news about this case."

"Quick, let him in!" The Mayor of Landau said, and at the same time he quickly bent over to pick up the glasses on the floor, and put them on his nose.

"Mr. Mayor, I have the latest news." Director Dulles said.

"Say it."

"Two days ago, when two of our team members were investigating a suspicious, suspected smuggler, that guy suddenly pulled out a gun and fired at our team member. Our team member immediately fired back and killed the guy. At that time, they reported the incident as armed smuggling. Because the matter was urgent, we did not have time to conduct more inspections on this matter. However, when we were investigating this matter today, we found that the police officer who was caught by us The suspected smuggler who was killed was probably the murderer who committed the crime at Harvard University."

"What?" Mayor Landau was taken aback, and the glasses that had just been placed on the bridge of his nose accidentally fell off again.

"Yes, Mr. Mayor, we now have good reason to suspect that this man is the murderer." Director Dulles replied, "His body is still there, and his size is very similar to the one on the wanted order. I know. Someone had discovered that the murderer appeared near the victim’s Professor Fafnir’s residence before the incident, and some people claimed to have seen the murderer appearing on the Harvard campus holding a cello box. The portraits on our wanted warrants depended on these The description of the person is drawn.

We found these witnesses, and they all determined that the guy we killed was the murderer. In fact, on the day of the incident, he was interrogated by our people for suspicious behavior and shot dead. "

"Is this true?" The Mayor of Landau still didn't quite believe it.

"Mayor, I have brought the two good boys who fought with him at the time, as well as a few eyewitnesses~www.readwn.com~You can ask them yourself!" Director Dulles replied confidently .

Hearing his affirmation, Mayor Landau basically believed it. But he still called in two "good guys" and a few eyewitnesses, and asked them carefully.

"Now we can be sure that the **** who was killed by our great boy is the **** murderer!" said the mayor of Landau. "Very well, you two boys are very good. You just said that you are because of luck. It’s wrong to stop him. If you can stop him, you can find something wrong with him. That’s because you are loyal to your career and have a sense of ambition. It is because of your ambition that you will notice that this guy is wrong. Wherever he is, I will interrogate him. Only then has the next thing happened. That guy is a well-trained killer, but you can still kill him if he draws his gun first. This also shows that you are usually training. How serious. Unlike some guys who, as policemen, had close contact with the murderer next to the victim’s home, but were unconscious and didn’t see the problem at all. This is really... Chief Hughes, you still Your subordinates must reflect on and learn from the tax department!"

After saying this, Mayor Landau stretched out his hand and patted the shoulders of two "good guys", and said with satisfaction: "Good guys! Very good, very energetic! Very worth training! Hahahaha..."