Chapter 331 Old Morgan's suppressed anger, the terrifying power of the top financial group
now.
K was holding the phone in one hand, looking at the news about New York Harbor captured by the script in front of him.
There were old furniture all around him. It was not as luxurious as one might imagine. It was an inconspicuous and remote apartment in New York.
It was obvious that K had chosen this residence specifically in order to draw as little attention as possible.
In other words, this apartment was originally the property of the poker organization, used to conceal the whereabouts of organization members and provide a temporary hiding place.
only.
There was no need to use it before. The poker organization was perfectly hidden in the gray area of the United States and has not been discovered to this day.
After all, in the United States where guns, drugs and gang culture are rampant, there are not many police and officials who will care about those gray area businesses and organizations.
If they don’t even clean up the homeless people in the city center, how can they be willing to spend time managing those gray areas?
In the captured news, we can clearly see...
The entire Port of New York was blocked by the Morgan Consortium, and only staff and related personnel of the Morgan Consortium were allowed to enter to unload cargo and maintain the minimum operation of the port.
The Morgan Consortium has also hired dozens of divers who are constantly searching for something on the seabed.
As someone who knew the inside story and even helped J deal with Lan Caier and concealed important clues, K naturally knew what this meant.
......
When I saw the person on the other end of the line, there was no immediate response.
K couldn't help but frown, then continued to speak without hesitation.
"J."
"Ghost has already informed the Longguo police of what Lan Cai'er knew, and has most likely handed over the video as well."
"Although it is still uncertain to what extent the Dragon Country police are connected to Old Morgan."
"But now... I think you should know about the blockade of New York Harbor. This means that in a short time, old Morgan will know that his grandson has been killed."
"If you do this, you will have to face the furious old Morgan later. Now is not the time for you to hesitate."
"Even if you want to destroy or move Morgan Jr.'s body now, it's too late. Besides, diving to the bottom of New York Harbor to look for a sack is no small feat."
"If you want to ensure that nothing unexpected happens to you, just do as you are told."
"A big fire will be enough to help you escape the Morgan Consortium and the American police in a short period of time."
Hearing this.
J on the other end of the line finally said in a hoarse and painful voice.
"Brother K."
"I don't care if the nightclub I've run for many years is destroyed, but I can't save my men. They are all my brothers. I really can't do it..."
Not finished yet.
J suddenly stopped talking, as if he had made up his mind.
"Brother K."
"I will go find you as fast as I can now."
"It will take us half an hour, no, twenty minutes to get to your apartment. Let's talk in person. There are some things I need to discuss in person."
Regarding J's indecision.
K was obviously showing some displeasure, and was subconsciously trying to ask J not to come over to avoid exposing his position.
Suddenly it occurred to him...J was his brother in the poker organization, not his subordinates like the butcher and the priest.
If I didn't even agree to his request to meet, then it seemed that I was a little too heartless. Besides, the current situation shouldn't be that bad. Then I sighed helplessly.
"Okay, come over here."
"But I have to tell you in advance that my thoughts will not change. This is all to protect you and destroy the evidence. I have to do it."
After saying that.
K hung up the phone directly.
He browsed through the latest news from the Port of New York twice, thought carefully for a few seconds, and judged the current situation.
He stood up and went to the old cupboard, took out a bottle of high-end red wine that J had specially prepared for him, and placed it on the table along with two highball glasses.
Pour some red wine and close your eyes to relax.
Keep your mind calm and wait silently for J's arrival.
......
This moment.
During a salvage operation in New York Harbor.
As the sack covered with green seaweed was picked up.
As soon as it was opened, a completely decayed skeletal arm that had been soaked in sea water and turned dark gray was revealed. The atmosphere became increasingly heavy and suffocating.
Especially...the high-end mechanical watch on the wrist made everyone present who had some knowledge of goods understand that the corpse was most likely Morgan Jr.
Because that watch is very valuable, at least millions of dollars, and it is not a luxury that ordinary people can afford.
Old Morgan was emotionally stable and not as angry as one might think.
During the more than half a year of searching, he still held out hope at first, but later he became increasingly aware that the possibility of finding his grandson alive was becoming increasingly low.
Until now.
I just hope to get a definite result, whether he is alive or killed, and where the body is.
If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body.
But no matter what the final result is, old Morgan is ready to make the murderer pay the heaviest price.
No one.
No one in this world can provoke the Jewish financial group like this without paying any price.
Take a deep breath.
Old Morgan walked to the front of the sack with a gloomy face, stared directly at the situation inside the sack, and gave orders without question.
"Open."
"Open the whole sack."
The words fell.
The salvage workers standing nearby did not dare to hesitate at all, for fear that if they were a little slow, old Morgan would be angry with them.
The huge Morgan consortium is definitely not an entity they can afford to provoke.
As the salvage workers took out a sharp dagger and further cut a large hole in the sack, the numerous stones and iron blocks piled at the bottom became clearly visible.
Then, among the corpses and iron blocks, there was a detached skull. It was clearly visible that there were some cracks and holes on the skull, which showed that the person had been beaten and abused before his death.
This scene.
Old Morgan clenched his fists tightly, his face becoming increasingly gloomy.
At the same time, although the high-end luxury clothes had been soaked in water for more than half a year, their shapes and gray colors could still be vaguely seen.
The secretary standing next to old Morgan felt even more depressed and secretly worried about the American police.
As Morgan Sr.'s secretary, he knew very well...this set of clothes was the one Morgan Jr. wore before he disappeared, so the identity of the body was further explained.
Although old Morgan seems calm now, he is probably already furious. He will definitely use his own energy to pressure the police to find the murderer as quickly as possible.
The police can't do it.
Then put pressure on those political parties. Old Morgan can definitely do that.
at this time.
Old Morgan took a deep breath, stretched out his hand to the salvagers, and spoke in a low voice.
"Give me the dagger."
This request made the senior staff stunned.
But he didn't dare to resist, and immediately pointed the tip of the knife towards himself, carefully holding up the dagger with both hands.
Although he is very old, old Morgan is still very strong.
Under the gaze of everyone, he took the dagger handed over by the salvager, pulled up the white hair on his head, and gently cut off a bunch of it.
He threw the dagger on the ground, handed the white hair to the secretary beside him, and said coldly.
"Take the DNA test. I want preliminary results in three hours."
"Then, have the New York Police Commissioner come to the Morgan Building immediately. I need him to give me a reasonable explanation."
After saying.
Old Morgan turned around expressionlessly and walked straight out of New York Harbor.
He already knew the truth roughly, so there was no point in staying here any longer. The most important thing at the moment was to make the murderer pay the most painful price.
The weather over New York Harbor is currently a bit gloomy, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of dark clouds.
Old Morgan walked away slowly, his back was not hunched at all, but straightened, his steps were firm, his eyes were full of coldness and suppressed anger...
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