League of Legends

Chapter 229 Josie Michael who committed suicide (26 please subscribe, please fully order, please monthly pass!)

When I passed the mountain, the mountain did not speak.

When I passed by the sea, the sea did not answer.

At [-] o'clock in the afternoon on May [-]st, when Baker and his two younger sisters stepped out of the airport, the atmosphere in New York changed instantly with countless radio waves waiting at the airport and homing pigeons all over the sky.

Simultaneously.

There is also a pinned post on the InterContinental Hotel Forum!

"I'm back, talk, just talk, do it, try, and see if I can change my character because of my identity—Hiro Moulton!"

no doubt.

This is provocation.

And it's a provocation to the dark side of New York.

but……

If it was someone else, the entire dark side would be completely turned upside down, and at worst, they would attach various provocative messages under this post.

But under Baker's post, in the two full hours from when he boarded the plane to when he got off the plane, no one dared to leave a message, let alone a world-shaking one.

In the past nine years, Baker's continuous operation of people has undoubtedly been successful.

They dare not gamble.

It's easy to move, but if it fails, it's not just his own business, but also the whole family behind him.

Faced with such a ruthless person who kills without any calculation, who dares to do it without full certainty?

"Brush Lala!"

"Sparse!"

Walking out of the airport, Baker chuckled, pointed to the three groups of people not far away who were just carrying a small luggage bag, and said, "Look, those people seem to be running away, don't they look like you?" dog!"

Irene was a little startled when she didn't speak. She hadn't reacted since she came out just now. If these people were really those people, then when they did something, Irene felt that she couldn't react at all.

really……

New York, the Big Apple!
not far away.

Richard Castle and Alexis got out of the waiting car and walked towards Baker: "God, my friend, you are finally willing to come back."

Baker hugged a smiling Richard: "Are there no murders in New York today?"

Richard looked at Baker after letting go of his hug.

Baker said: "Even if I'm in Chicago, I've heard that the well-known master of crime novels, Richard Castle, has found his muse, Detective Kate Beckett of the New York Police Department's Major Crimes Division!"

Richard laughed without answering.

Baker didn't continue to ask, after introducing his two younger sisters to Richard, he got into the car.

On the co-pilot.

Baker said to Richard, "Put me down at the intersection of Beit Street, and I'll do something."

Richard asked, "Need help?"

Baker shook his head: "No, just send them back to apartment 820. Barbara will wait there and have dinner together at night?"

Richard smiled and said, "Your treat?"

Baker shrugged: "If you bring your muse here, then I will treat you."

Richard continued to giggle.

after an hour.

Baker got off the car on Beit Street in Lower Manhattan. Looking around, New York was still the same New York, and there were still so many pedestrians on the road.

Walk out of an alley.

Baker changed into the appearance of Hailo Moulton, his identity was exposed, but, on the surface, Baker Moulton is a law-abiding citizen, just based on a content with no origin and no evidence to say He's Hero Moulton, the murderous Hero Moulton. That's not scientific at all, okay?

Moreover.

From the beginning, Baker used the second identity of Hailo Moulton, and his intention of separating dry and wet was far beyond hiding his true identity.

In the dark world, he has been exposed. If there is anything, Baker doesn't mind killing it.

As for the normal world?
So what if you know, is there any evidence?can he be condemned?

It's that simple.

and so.

The exposure of his identity did not affect Baker's frequency of using Hiero Moulton in the slightest.

soon.

25 Beit Street Apartment.

An ordinary seven-story apartment with an orange exterior and a church nearby, it fits Josie's location very well.

Baker pushed open the door of the apartment with a normal expression, walked in, and when he walked straight up the stairs to the sixth floor, he smelled an unpleasant smell.

The taste of blood.

seventh floor.

0703 number.

Baker passed through the wall directly, entered the apartment directly, and then walked into the bedroom with his hands in his pockets expressionless.

into the eye.

A beautiful woman with blond hair and red fruit lay quietly on the bed, as if she was asleep, her left hand was hanging down, and a large pool of blood showed signs of solidification.

Josie Michael.

Baker approached, looked at Josie, who was pale and bloodless on the bed, but as quiet as a sleeping beauty, and frowned slightly.

Does the golden cicada shed its shell?
Baker's eyes looked around, and after a while, his eyes fixed on the pressed paper on a desk not far away.

taken.

Baker looked away.

"Baker.

Do you remember the dream I told you when we were 12 years old, I wanted to open a flower shop, and we would be together forever...

Now, all this seems impossible.

you've changed.

I have changed too.

But whatever you think of me, Sierra, I wasn't made for anyone else, just that I love you and I want to have a baby with you, that's all.

You said why I didn't choose to tell you.

I admit that I have my own ideas.

but……"

"Chila!"

When Beck saw this, he kneaded the paper in his hand expressionlessly, and pinched it hard with his right hand, and it instantly turned into powder and floated from his palm.

People.

It's cheap!
It seems that you don't know how to repent until the last moment, but is the last repentance a sincere repentance or a dying struggle?
If you dare to do it, then show your courage to bear the consequences.

Baker looked at Josie on the bed expressionlessly, thinking in his heart, found a sheet from the cabinet next to her and covered the dead Josie, and then took out the phone from his pocket.

after an hour.

Barbara, wearing white gloves, lifted the sheet and glanced at Josie, who was sleeping peacefully inside like a sleeping princess. She frowned and put down the sheet again.

Barbara turned to look at Baker: "What's going on?"

Baker shrugged: "Obviously, she died."

"You killed it?"

"..."

Baker looked at Barbara. As a senior agent of the SHIELD New York Operations Command Center, can't you see the difference between her killing and suicide?

Or are you kidding me here?
Baker thought so, with a calm expression: "If I do it, her death will not be so unattractive. I have given her the good-looking choice before."

Barbara nodded: "That's right, but didn't she leave anything behind?"

Baker didn't hide it either: "Leave a letter."

"What about the letter?"

"Look around you, do you see any white powder, those are."

"..."

(End of this chapter)