Chapter 15 Processing Plant

I was wearing gloves before, so my fingerprints would not be found at the scene, and a few gang members had died. Due to the inefficiency of the New York police, they would not come to me to measure their reaction to gunpowder smoke.

Back at the apartment, he refused the maid's bathing service again, standing under the shower to wash away the discomfort of the first murder.

The tree wanted to be quiet but the wind kept blowing, and he didn't plan to cause trouble, but instead, things came to him.

After taking a shower and putting on her bathrobe, she entered the Internet and searched the location provided by the tattooed man.

The other party is very vigilant. This is a blind spot for the camera. She looked around and didn't see any obvious signs of entry and exit.

Mrs. Gao is one of the five fingers of the hand union and an elder who was expelled from the Holy Land Kunlun. She looks old and can be blown down by a gust of wind.

Skilled use of "Qi" and flying boulders in the air are all Madam Gao's abilities. For four hundred years, she has traveled all over the world, making her proficient in all martial arts. With the blessing of "Qi", her strength, speed, and reflexes will have a huge increase.

Daisy didn't want to provoke such an enemy, but the two sides had already met, and all the men dispatched by the other party had been killed, and she was very suspicious.

What's more, Mrs. Gao is not a policeman. She doesn't give evidence, she only looks at the results.

Daisy wanted to preempt her, even if she didn't kill the old thing, to get her out of New York.

In the next few days, she deliberately observed the area with binoculars from a distance. The other party was very secretive, but there would always be traces.

Unsurprisingly, this is a "washing powder" processing factory. Daisy's internal space is estimated to be very large. There is only a small door outside, and there are two big men guarding the door with a micro-flush, which can be said to be heavily guarded.

Every day at midnight, the small door opens, and a blind man stumbles to deliver goods with a satchel on his back. This is Mrs. Gao's business in New York.

Looking at the delivery man's gouged eyes, Daisy was full of anger, damn this old thing!

She didn't act rashly, and it was the punisher who liked being a lone hero, not her.

I have been an ordinary citizen in my last life, and I don't want to be a hero in this life.

Daisy asks for help from the police.

Although there are more black police officers in New York than she has ever met, there are more or less good people.

She didn't use hacking techniques, but started sifting through the list on the police department's external website.

George Stacy is the chief of the New York Police Department, the father of Gwen Stacy, and the prospective father-in-law of the future Spider-Man.

Originally, this was a good helper, but unfortunately, he had a high weight on the orientation, and would go out for meetings at any time, and Daisy would never see this person by conventional means.

She only remembered a big old man who was a well-known honest policeman, but unfortunately he has already left.

Pick and choose, and finally target Brett Mahoney, a patrolman from Hell's Kitchen. This black man is one of the few policemen who did not collect black money.

He is Daredevil's friend and a good cop who is determined to maintain order in Hell's Kitchen.

Daisy has also seen him. After all, his predecessor is also one of the indigenous people, but he is not familiar with him.

Bright walked past the corner, and Daisy adjusted her frequency slightly to make herself look particularly friendly and trustworthy, and then walked over quickly.

"Hey, Mr. Police Officer." She looked a little flustered, another look of seeing the savior.

"I know you, what's the matter?" The black policeman saw her face and thought for a while. In their eyes, all Chinese people look alike. If Daisy was really beautiful, he wouldn't recognize her at all.

Daisy looked around carefully, and then lowered her voice and said, "I found a processing factory, they use disabled people to manufacture and sell, and the scale is very large..."

Bright initially wanted to scold her for talking nonsense. This kind of case is not something that a little girl can get involved in, but the goodwill caused by Daisy's vibration frequency made him endure it.

After listening,

Brett was sweating profusely, and it was difficult to handle whether it was true or not, after all, he was a patrolman.

Although a little unbelievable, he still confessed: "I'm just a patrolman. If your information is conclusive, then you need to go back to the police station to report the case, shall I take you there?"

Why can't I go to the police station and report the case to you? The front foot reported the crime, and the back foot was tipped off. Daisy once again showed sympathy for the IQ of the black man.

But she can't directly tell the black patrol officers that the NYPD is full of corruption.

"Didn't you talk about evidence? Go to the scene with me tonight. After all, I don't have firearms and I have no fighting ability..." Daisy began to pretend to be pitiful.

Bright thought about it and thought it made sense. Now he simply reported it. If the news is true, everything can be said. If it is false, he will be unlucky.

At this time, he went to the scene to have a look to prove the truth of the news. No matter how the final decision was made, his credit would not be able to escape.

Upright people also have to be promoted, who wants to be a patrol policeman for a lifetime!

Taking a look at Daisy, she really looked like a delicate girl, and immediately nodded in agreement.

In the middle of the night, Daisy and the black patrolman hid in a small building. Two hundred meters away was Mrs. Gao's washing powder processing factory.

"Is that the factory you're talking about? It doesn't look like much." Bright asked.

Daisy smiled, an IQ crushing spontaneously. "Look at its building height, it is one meter higher than ordinary houses, don't you think there is a problem? I have calculated the electricity supply and drinking water consumption in the vicinity, below There must be a large underground space, and it is conservatively estimated that there can be hundreds of people."

While the two were talking, the small door opened, and a thin man holding a blind cane tapped the ground with a "da-da" sound and walked out slowly.

In the dark night, the blind man staggered forward with his large bag slung over his shoulder.

As Daredevil's friend, Bright had seen the blind man, and he could see that the man was blind.

"Is this the guy you call the delivery guy? Why...?"

Daisy sneered: "Why use blind people? Blind people will not be searched, and even if they are caught, there will be no heavy punishment, and they are not born blind..."

Brett saw it with his own eyes and had no doubts in his heart.

If a few blind people run a massage parlor, it is impossible to hire two burly men to stand guard at the door. There must be something wrong behind that small door.

Daisy drew another schematic diagram for him: "This blind man will get into the car at the second intersection ahead. Where the car will take him, I don't know."

She didn't provide many clues, but they all explained one thing. This is a big case, and there are a series of people behind the scenes, such as manufacturing, processing and sales, to be arrested.

The black patrolman looked at her, and Daisy nodded righteously.

"If it's as you say, it's too big for the precinct to solve," he said hesitantly.

"You think the news will leak?" Daisy asked.

The black patrolman nodded. No one is a fool. The police who collect black money will always show some clues. As a colleague, they can see it, but no one has exposed this fact.