"This is ABC's live link. I'm your old friend Tom Lee. I'll be reporting a temporary news interruption to you. I'm in the press conference hall of the Boston Police Department right now. A press conference is about to be held here. The Boston police will present to the public the results of their investigation into the traffic accident that occurred on the Tobin Bridge yesterday. There are still a few minutes left before the press conference. Let's review the traffic accident that occurred on the Tobin Bridge in Boston yesterday morning..."
"Yesterday morning at about 9:23, an extended Lincoln was driving on the Tobin Bridge. The right front tire suddenly blew out, causing the vehicle to lose control. According to eyewitnesses, the vehicle was traveling at about 40 miles per hour at the time, which was not considered speeding. However, because the vehicle lost control and was in the rightmost lane, it unfortunately broke through the bridge guardrail and fell into the Mystic River, which was more than 100 feet above the bridge. Although the rescue police arrived in time, they only rescued one survivor from the accident vehicle. It is reported that even this survivor suffered irreversible brain damage due to prolonged drowning and has become a vegetable. As for the other four passengers and one driver in the car, they all died from drowning."
"It is reported that the person in the luxury car was Alfred Lowell, the chairman of the First National Bank of Boston. He was also the only survivor in the car. In addition, Harper Lawrence, the chairman of the Massachusetts Mutual Life Insurance Company, was also in the car at the time of the accident, but he is said to have drowned. In addition, there was a driver and three bodyguards in the car, all of whom drowned in the accident."
"It is reported that Alfred Lowell and Harper Lawrence were preparing to attend a meeting yesterday, but unfortunately encountered this car accident on the way... Well, now Chief Inspector Edward of the Boston Police Department has come out. Let's focus the camera on Chief Inspector Edward and listen to the most authoritative investigation results of the police on this car accident..."
In a luxurious apartment next to Park Avenue on New York's Upper East Side, Mike Aller was sitting on a comfortable large sofa watching the live broadcast on TV. Sitting on the sofa opposite him was Nathan Brown.
Mike Aller said to Nathan Brown with a smile, "Well done. Although Lowell is not dead, a vegetative person is also good. Well, have you arranged the three ghosts?"
Nathan Brown nodded confidently, "Don't worry, Boss. The three of them have been arranged to go to secret bases in Canada, the United Kingdom, and the Netherlands respectively. They will be fine..."
Mike Aller pressed the remote control and turned up the volume of the TV, and the voice of Sheriff Edward came out from the TV.
"According to our investigation, the traffic accident that occurred on Boston's Tobin Bridge yesterday morning caused a total of five people to drown. One person suffered irreversible damage to his brain tissue due to prolonged drowning and is temporarily in a coma. The name of the comatose gentleman is..."
"In addition, we conducted a technical analysis of the salvaged vehicle and have confirmed that the traffic accident was caused by a sudden blowout of the right front tire of the vehicle, causing the vehicle to lose control and rush into the Mystic River. According to the analysis of our police technicians, the tire blowout was caused by the vehicle running over a metal fragment similar to a steel nail while driving. Because no traces of gunpowder explosion or bullet impact were found in the blown tire, our technicians have ruled out the possibility that the traffic accident was caused by human factors. Our police can confirm that this traffic accident was an accident... Finally, may God bless Mr. Alfred Lowell, and hope that he can wake up soon..."
Hearing this, Mike Aller turned off the TV and the smile on his face became even bigger.
"Nathan, I'm curious about how you guys managed to do this. You know, that was the wheel of a car traveling at 40 miles per hour, and it was the tire of the wheel. Is that Robinson really such a good shooter?"
Nathan smiled and said, "Boss, Robinson is a veteran sniper. When I was serving in the Delta Force, he was my sniper instructor. His skills are absolutely flawless. And before carrying out this mission, Robinson conducted many experiments in a secret base in Canada. This level of sniping may be difficult for others, but it is not a problem for him."
After a pause, Nathan continued to explain, "As for why the police didn't find out that this was a man-made accident, it's also very simple. Robinson made a special modification to the bullet, so that as long as the bullet hits the tire, it will cause the same effect as if the tire was normally pressed by metal fragments and then burst. Real bullets shooting at tires are easy to detect, but using Robinson's method, the police can't find any clues. Unless there happens to be a high-speed camera at the scene that captured the moment the tire burst, otherwise, in the world at present, only the five of us know that the traffic accident was actually caused by Robinson."
Nathan's words were very confident, which made Mike Aller nod again with great satisfaction.
"Well, this mission was done very well. You can let the three ghosts rest in peace. We will not use them unless there is a special mission. I think Cole will be very happy when he hears this news."
When Nathan heard the big boss's name, he nodded seriously and said, "Serving the boss is my mission."
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