Shadow Empire

Chapter 292 Target [666+3]
Erwin personally went to the forensic office of the Priscia District Police Station, where two forensic doctors were handling the bodies.

One is older, the other is younger and a girl.

He had been here for some time, about thirty minutes, but the two forensic doctors were still busy working inside, which made him a little anxious.

He couldn't help but push the door open, walked in, and saw the corpse on the dissection table.

The older forensic doctor looked back and said with a half-smile, "Are you getting impatient?"

Erwin just looked at him, "I was standing outside for thirty minutes."

The older forensic doctor looked up at the clock and said, "Only twenty-one minutes..."

"Actually, this is not my fault, sir. There are too many bullets shot into this body. We have to make sure that the bullets corresponding to each wound are found."

As he spoke, he looked at the cut-up body, then reached into some of the internal organs that had been torn apart by bullets.

The internal organs and his gloved hands made a gurgling sound, and as he stirred it, a foul smell became more and more obvious.

The girl glanced at Erwin furtively, a look of surprise on her face, which was part of their bad taste.

They don't like to be disturbed while they are doing an autopsy, and if someone breaks in, they will do something disgusting-looking to "fight back" the intruder.

Most people covered their mouths and started looking for garbage when they saw this scene, but Erwin just watched quietly. He even asked a question, "Why do you want to find those warheads?"

The older forensic doctor glanced at him again. "Each bullet is an independent piece of evidence. We will record how many times he was shot, take photos, and then find each bullet and put them in evidence bags."

As he was talking, a little smile appeared on his face, "Look, I found it!"

He pulled out a section of intestine from the abdominal cavity of the corpse. There was already a hole in the intestine. Because the bacteria in the body began to multiply uncontrollably after the corpse died, the intestine began to swell, causing the inner membrane to turn inside out and block the wound.

This makes it look like there is no injury if you don't look closely.

The older forensic doctor squeezed his finger into the wound, and with the help of his other hand, he quickly found the bullet in the intestine, and then dropped it into the metal tray with a "ding" sound.

These people's families have not signed an agreement to donate their bodies to medical institutions, and these organs will not be removed at will unless they are necessary.

If their families are willing to sign, the bodies will be sent to medical institutions or schools for research or made into teaching materials.

"Wash it and put it back in." He instructed his apprentice to complete the follow-up work. He exhaled, walked to the sink to wash his hands, and asked curiously, "Did you shoot?"

Erwin shook his head. "I wasn't there. How do you know it was us?"

The medical examiner shrugged, "Only killers aren't afraid of the people they kill!"

"Words of wisdom!"

The forensic doctor smiled, cleaned himself, took off his protective suit, and went to the office with Erwin.

After he sorted out the documents of the bodies, he handed them to him, "Several of these people have criminal records. In addition, they have gang-related tattoos on their bodies. You should be able to find this."

"I hope these things can help you."

"By the way, what should I call you?"

"Erwin!"

"Mr. Erwin, you can call me Dr. Seth."

After handing the file to Erwin, he spread his hands and quickly dropped them to his side. "I've heard my colleagues complain that you shot too many bullets into those people's bodies. It takes them a while just to find the bullets!"

"And every time they finish those things, they're all messed up. It's hard for them to die peacefully. You know what I mean!"

"God doesn't like rag bags!"

"You are wrong, they can't go to heaven!" Erwin took the file and looked at it for a few seconds, "And thank you, Seth."

He hesitated, "My brothers..."

Seth shook his arm again, "Don't worry, I will take good care of them and make sure they are buried properly!"

Erwin pulled his hand back, counted out a hundred dollars from his pocket, folded them, and put them in Seth's hand, "Thank you for everything you have done for them!"

Seth raised an eyebrow, "I have to say, I like the way you express your gratitude!"

Erwin sighed, a little sadly, "I hope we won't meet again, Seth."

Seth laughed when he heard this. "I'm not cursing you, but who can say for sure about this kind of thing?"

It was already dark when he returned from the forensic doctor's office. He gave the file to Lance, who opened it and took out all the files. His eyes fell on the first page. It was a front profile portrait that was obviously taken when he was in prison, and next to it was his name, age, race, religion, residential address, and ID number that could prove his identity.

Below are some of this person's criminal history and execution experience. It can be seen that he is a repeat offender.

"He has four previous convictions for assault, one for theft, and one for robbery..." Lance read out his file and looked at the others. "It looks like we have found the right person."

Lance shook the file and said, "Greg family...does anyone know?"

Morris raised his hand. "They are not far from us. They have a territory in the city center. The Greg family is made up of Cygnons."

The Segions are not "native" to the Federation, they are also immigrants.

Perhaps there are some Segions among the Federation, but they will not be the majority.

They are known as the descendants of pirates and robbers, with no specific place of residence, and some people call them "nomads of the sea."

In the past, when navigation and shipbuilding technology were not yet well developed, the biggest fear for people sailing on the sea was encountering these Segions.

They would intercept passing ships, kill all the men on board, steal their wealth, goods and women, and then sell them at nearby ports in exchange for gold, silver and various resources.

Plunder is their way of survival. The leader of a pirate group once known as the "Pirate King" once said that the sea is the pasture of the Segeons.

And those ships traveling on the sea are their lambs!
This is the way of life of the Sageons.

However, as navigation and shipbuilding technologies continued to develop, the Segeons were unable to produce advanced ships themselves, the ships they purchased were too expensive, and they themselves did not know how to maintain and use them.

Eventually, they began to gradually withdraw from the stage of history. Although some Sageons who kept up with the times were still active on the sea, more of them had begun to go ashore.

These people are very united. They inherited the ruthlessness of their ancestors and are very difficult to mess with for the small gangs in Jingang City.

The Gregg family is now in its third and a half generation. The first generation of Greggs have basically died, and the second generation has also died of old age. Now is the active period of the third and fourth generations.

They wanted to actively expand outward, but Lance didn't quite understand why they would attack him.

But he also knew one thing, that if he found the leader of the Greg family, he could unlock the secret!

"Do you know the exact location of their base?"

Morris nodded. "They have a club about fifteen minutes away from here."

Lance threw the file on the table and glanced at his watch. "There's still time before bed!"

Everyone stood up, and Bolton looked a little overwhelmed.

Of course he knew what these people were going to do, but he had never really participated in a gunfight, and he had never even fired a gun!

Perhaps seeing his confusion, Lance did not let him follow, but asked him to continue collecting intelligence tomorrow.

When making the decision, Lance did not consider whether he would make a mistake. Regardless of whether he was wrong or not, someone had to bear his anger first.

He could even guess that this matter might not have been the decision of the Gregg family, but they were responsible for its execution, so they were wrong!

This time, Lance dispatched twelve vehicles and forty people.

The convoy advanced towards the city center in the night, like ghosts under the cover of night.

Quietly and quickly!
At this time, in a club in the city center near the Empire District and the Priscilla District, the head of the Greg family was receiving two important guests.

Two guests from the Pasletto family!
Since Paul decided to protect Dover, he would definitely not leave any obvious loopholes. After dealing with the people around Dover, they immediately found the current leader of the Greg family.

No matter how tense the current situation is, the five major families are still insurmountable mountains in the eyes of these people.

So he behaved very humbly, without showing any sign of the rebelliousness of the Sageons.

"Does anyone else know about this?" He sat on a chair with his legs crossed and his hair parted in the middle. He didn't look vicious at all and always had a smiling expression on his face.

The chief sitting across the table shook his head, "I'm the only one who knows about this."

He and Dover met through drug smuggling. The Pasletto family was able to get some scarce special medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs or something else.

It seems that these medicines can be bought with money in the federation, but for some relatively backward countries, or countries that are not so friendly with the federation, the prices of these things are worth gold!
For example, special anti-inflammatory drugs cost about thirty-five dollars per injection in the federal government, but when they are sold to wealthy people in underdeveloped areas, the price of one injection is about one hundred dollars, or even higher!
The Segions have enough sales channels at sea, and these medicines can be sold quickly through their hands.

After a while, he got to know Dover, who was able to provide him with all kinds of goods.

(End of this chapter)