Chapter 348 Angry Old Morgan decided to communicate with Dragon Country officials immediately
The current video frame.
Immediately, Old Morgan's cloudy pupils narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously clenched his fists.
Because, as the head of the Morgan Consortium, with more than 70 years of life experience, he has roughly guessed...what the content of this video will be.
Just this beginning.
The powerful kick from the punk guy alone sets the tone of the video.
Old Morgan originally wanted to turn off the video, as he couldn't bear to watch young Morgan being abused and beaten, but he couldn't make up his mind to click the close button.
Although little Morgan's fate could not be changed.
But old Morgan was not only the helmsman of a huge financial group, he was also a grandfather.
Just ask.
Knowing that this was the last video of his grandson before his death, how could he bear to close it even though the content was unimaginable and heartbreaking.
When old Morgan made up his mind to watch the video.
“Bang—”
Another violent kicking sound was heard.
Little Morgan, who had just been forcibly pulled up by his men, was immediately kicked several meters away by J.
Little Morgan in the picture was curled up, holding his stomach with an extremely painful expression, and spitting out a large mouthful of blood.
But little Morgan, who had been kicked twice, was forcibly pulled up by his men.
Compared to the previous time.
This time, little Morgan was obviously in a bad condition. He couldn't even beg for mercy. He just lowered his head and gasped heavily.
But even simple breathing seemed very difficult, and blood would be coughed up from time to time.
See little Morgan in this state.
Old Morgan felt an indescribable depression in his heart, and his desire to find the murderer as soon as possible became stronger and stronger.
But this is far from the end.
In the video, J walked up to little Morgan with a mocking look, grabbed his hair and forced his head up.
At this time, Old Morgan could already see clearly... In Little Morgan's eyes, which were already a little distracted and about to faint, there was pleading, fear, regret and a desire to survive.
It feels like a heartbreak.
Seeing the look in little Morgan's eyes, old Morgan felt extremely heartbroken.
This was his most beloved grandson, yet he had such a desperate expression, eager to survive.
But the pity only affects old Morgan.
J, who grabbed little Morgan's hair, had a ferocious expression on his face, and it was clear that he only felt excited and happy now, like a bloodthirsty beast, without any mercy at all.
He even pulled out a pistol from his pocket, held the gun with his backhand, and raised it high towards Morgan's face.
See this action.
Old Morgan closed his eyes subconsciously, obviously unable to bear to watch what was about to happen.
But even with my eyes closed, the sound was still clearly heard.
"Bang!"
"Bang!!"
"Bang!!!"
......
Every time the butt of the gun hit the ground, old Morgan's heart trembled violently.
Not until the pounding sound stopped did old Morgan slowly open his eyes, his eyes becoming gloomier than ever before.
Because in the current picture, young Morgan's face has been smashed beyond recognition and covered in blood, which is completely different from the previous state of the noble son of the consortium.
Massacre.
This is pure massacre.
It is obvious that the punk man in the video has enough ways to kill little Morgan quickly, but he chose to use such a cruel method.
But even now...the abuse in this video is not over yet.
Old Morgan watched clearly as the leading punk man waved his hand, and one of his men, who had been prepared, roughly put young Morgan back into the sack.
Then, the others picked up many stones and iron blocks and kept throwing them into the sacks. The blood had already soaked the sacks visibly.
This moment.
Old Morgan finally understood...why there were so many cracks on the skull of young Morgan when his body was fished out earlier, and even defects could be seen.
His heart seemed to be torn apart, and he could no longer remain calm as never before. The anger in his heart continued to rise like a tsunami.
Never!
He had never wanted to kill someone so much before.
Since the rise of the Morgan family, who in the United States dares not give them some face? Even Congress sometimes has to bow its head.
But now...his grandson, the only heir of the Morgan Consortium of this generation, was actually tortured to death like this, and even begging for mercy was of no use.
His fists were already clenched tightly.
Old Morgan felt that he could not suppress the anger in his heart. He just wanted to find this punk man as quickly as possible and make him suffer ten times as much as young Morgan.
......
now.
Although I didn't see the video footage and only heard the sound, I could see the change in old Morgan's expression and his clenched fist.
Sheriff Walker felt his scalp tingling, and he had a bad idea, so he tried carefully.
"President Morgan."
“Is this a follow-up to the video you sent me last time?”
"I would like to remind you that the video was probably shot from a long distance, so the sound could not be recorded."
"So this video may have been exaggerated by the other party, specifically to anger you and make you lose your composure."
"President Morgan, please trust the New York Police Department. In two days, at most, we will be able to..."
Before Sheriff Walker could finish.
Old Morgan suddenly looked at the secretary beside him impatiently.
Although he didn't say anything, the secretary easily understood what old Morgan meant. He raised his hand and waved it forward, leaving no room for doubt.
"Stop standing there."
"The president didn't hire you just to show off. Now teach our Sheriff Walker how to talk."
"Let him know what to say and what not to say, when to speak and when to shut up."
The words fell.
The many muscular bodyguards who were originally standing at the back were already stepping forward with their chest muscles puffed out.
Two bodyguards grabbed Sheriff Walker's shoulders tightly, while the other one waved his hand and slapped him hard in the face.
“Pah—”
“Pah—”
“Pah—”
......
Just a few slaps.
Sheriff Walker's cheeks began to swell up, but he didn't dare to say anything. He didn't even have the courage to beg for mercy. He could only grit his teeth and endure it.
He was afraid that he would say the wrong thing and be thrown into the sea by old Morgan to silence him.
Old Morgan took a few deep breaths to calm his inner anger for a few seconds, then turned to look at the secretary beside him and said in a low voice that left no room for doubt.
"In the name of the Morgan Consortium, get the official contact information of the Dragon Kingdom Magic City Police."
"I will immediately... remember, immediately arrange a video call with the police officer who spoke to me earlier..."
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