Chapter 330 Old Morgan found his grandson's body, K's usual method of silencing him
Chapter 330 Old Morgan found his grandson's body, K's usual method of silencing him
In the United States, where capitalism prevails.
Money can buy everything, whether it is respect, power, or amazing efficiency.
The American workers, who were always good at taking their time, were tempted by the money of the Morgan Consortium and began to search the seabed around New York Harbor with unprecedented efficiency.
Yes.
Old Morgan, who had unimaginable amounts of money.
Not only did I choose to believe the email, but I also did not limit the possibilities to the area mentioned in the email.
Or rather.
Morgan Sr. attached unprecedented importance to this first email in recent days that dared to directly announce the death of Morgan Jr.
Moreover, in the past six months.
He has used his own energy to get officials and people from all over the United States to help search for him, but they still haven't been able to find Morgan Jr.'s whereabouts.
In fact, I had some unspeakable guesses in my heart, and I knew that the worst-case scenario had most likely already happened.
However, the false news that came from time to time still gave him hope.
So now, after receiving the first email about Morgan Jr.'s death.
Old Morgan, no longer relying on luck, has taken the matter more seriously than ever before. He not only wants to check the location in the email, but also wants to thoroughly investigate the seabed around New York Harbor.
This is not just to find Morgan Jr.'s body, but also to express an attitude, to show... that he has given up hope that Morgan Jr. is still alive.
I hope that this attitude can reduce false information and clues. I don’t want to be full of hope every time I receive a fake email, and then, after spending manpower and resources to search for it, find out that it is pure false news, and then feel disappointed.
to this end.
Old Morgan even came to New York Harbor in person, waiting for the final results from the many divers.
It can be seen that although old Morgan does not quite believe it at the moment, this first news of the death of a corpse still makes him attach indescribable importance to it.
At the very least...even if the grandson really had an accident, he should be seen first.
Half an hour.
One hour.
Two hours.
......
After dozens of divers searched carefully for two and a half hours.
Right at the center location marked in the previous email, an experienced diver in a black tight suit jumped out of the water, took off his diving goggles, and waved and shouted excitedly.
“Here, here!!!”
Hear the diver shout.
The assistant standing in the New York Harbor threw out a rope as thick as a wrist and asked him to tie it to something in the water, and others would help pull it up.
The diver went back into the water carrying the thick rope. After making sure the rope was fixed, he pulled the rope hard, signaling the assistants to pull it up.
"one!"
"two!!"
"three!!!"
......
For a moment.
The New York Harbor suddenly became lively, and many staff members hired by the Morgan Consortium had begun to work hard to pull up special items from under the water.
As for old Morgan, he just sat quietly by the side, watching everyone work with an expressionless face.
For him.
Although he came to the Port of New York in person, he didn't have much expectations in his heart.
The little bit of hope that he had had had a chance to achieve had actually already been completely exhausted, and now all he wanted was to find his grandson's body.
Watching the staff pulling the thick rope, Old Morgan didn't say anything, but he felt a little weird in his heart, but it was obviously getting more and more indescribable.
Because in his sight.
It can be clearly seen that a sack large enough to fit a whole person is being slowly pulled out of the water.
Although washed by sea water, the sack was still covered with thick moss. Judging from the shape, there seemed to be a large number of stones inside, and even traces similar to human figures could be seen.
“Boom—”
When the sack was pulled from the bottom of the sea to the surface of New York Harbor, old Morgan, perhaps because he had a feeling or something, actually took a step forward.
After looking around at everyone present.
He looked at the secretary beside him and gestured without any doubt.
"Open."
"Open it for me right now."
The secretary nodded immediately, then took out a sharp knife from his pocket, slowly walked to the side of the sack, and then lightly cut it.
When the secretary cut the sack open.
An arm, with some flesh and blood remaining and gray bones due to being immersed in sea water for a long time, is clearly visible to the eyes.
The most important thing is... there is actually a watch on the half-bone arm. Although it is corroded by sea water and full of rust, old Morgan can tell at a glance that this is the watch his grandson usually wears.
Silence for several seconds.
Old Morgan seemed to have aged a little, and gestured to his secretary.
"Cut it all open."
"I want to see if he is my only grandson. I also want to see..."
"Who on earth... dares to do this to my grandson in the United States!"
......
at the same time.
In a secluded apartment somewhere in New York.
K looked at the latest news and couldn't help but narrow his eyes when he found that old Morgan was already in New York Harbor.
Then he picked up the phone without hesitation and dialed a number.
When the call was connected, K spoke immediately.
"J."
"I think... you should be prepared for a fire in your nightclub and the death of several of your men, right?"
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