civil forensic

Chapter 1292 Bloody Game (8)

Chapter 1292 Bloody Game (8)

"I think the house in front is pretty good. Let's park in his yard." Kadar pointed to a yard in front.

This is considered a luxury house, with a separate gate and an entrance road. It is three or four meters wide, which is sufficient but not luxurious. It is similar to the colonial-style villa in Nanyang in the back, with three floors that are not extravagant, beautiful, functional and not complicated. Two people with guns are enough to kill everyone inside.

Ismail, who had just started learning how to drive, turned the corner in a panic, then stared at the front door and said, "Is the door locked? Is there any surveillance?"

"There's no surveillance. I just checked. Their courtyard wall is high, and there's barbed wire. It's an old house, so there's no camera." Kadar put on a baseball cap, took a crowbar from the back seat, and said, "I'll go down and pry the door open."

"Wait, what if they have surveillance inside, in front of the house or something."

Kadar smiled. "It's not that advanced. Even if it does exist, it can't possibly be connected to the police station. It's probably connected to your own computer. If we kill them all, what good will it do if there's surveillance video stored in the computer? Besides, it's getting late."

Kadar looked up at the sky. It was evening and the visibility was dropping rapidly. After a while, when looking outside from inside, he could only rely on lighting and not daylight.

Ismail didn't think too much about it and hesitated, "Ah...then how do you know if their surveillance is connected to the police station or the security company?"

"I don't think so. If you are worried, just catch them and ask them. If they say it is connected, we will turn around and leave. If not, we will just stay here and rest for a night." Kadar said indifferently.

Ismail: "Actually, I think we should just find a small hotel or something to stay in. Do we still need to kill someone?"

"It's easy to be discovered if you stay in a hotel. You haven't read the book. Many thieves were discovered in small hotels. The owners of such hotels have very sharp eyes. We are both minors, so it's too easy to be discovered." Kadar said, and then said, "We won't lose anything if we kill someone. This family looks rich. There must be a safe at home. We can get some cash and gold. When we arrive in a new country, we will have a starting point. Besides, you have never had sex before. This family may have a beautiful daughter or something. You can rape her."

Ismail, who is 1.8 meters tall, was a little flustered and quickly shook his head and said, "Forget it, forget it, I have someone I like."

"I don't like you." Kadar just said this. When he saw Ismail driving the car to the gate, he put the pistol in his back and got out of the car with a crowbar.

The more people you kill, the more courage you have. As the saying goes, money is the courage of a hero, killing and arson are the gold belts. Although Kadar is young, he is in the most high-spirited state at this time. It can be said that he is not afraid of anyone. He just feels that any road he takes is a smooth road under his feet.

Looking at the house in front of him, many of Ismail's concerns are justified, but Kadar doesn't care.

He felt that any situation could be solved. If the other party's surveillance was connected to the Internet or called the police, he could run away. If the other party had more people, he could use guns. But if everything went well, after they killed people, they could not only sleep well, but also prepare more funds. From tomorrow when they arrived in Bincheng to when they found the boat, they really needed to keep a low profile.

Click, click...

Kadar used a crowbar to pry open the door of the house in a few moves.

"You can deposit your money in the bank, but you can't hand your life over to others." Kadar hummed a song, carrying a crowbar in one hand, and opened the door of the house. His father's words inexplicably rang in his mind.

Old Steva is not a good person, but he knows how to be a good person.

Kadar thought as he staggered towards the house, his own battle tune still in his nose.

Ismail shouted to Xiu, "Get in the car," but Kadar ignored him. Ismail didn't dare to shout again, so he drove behind him.

The end point of the road inside the house is a 0, where vehicles can park or stop to unload passengers before leaving. It is an excellent choice for those who want to hold a party.

This company's 0 is relatively tight, just like their narrow roads, they are all entry-level products for the wealthy, which means that they probably won't invest much more in security.

dong dong dong.

Kadar knocked on the door when he arrived without showing any fear.

Ismail tried hard to turn the angle of the car, stopped it in a position where he thought it would be easy to drive out, then put his gun away and got out of the car carrying his 50-centimeter Mad Dog knife.

The moment his hands left the steering wheel and grasped the handle of the knife, Ismail's confidence began to soar.

Only those who often kill people with knives know that a 50-centimeter solid knife is completely overwhelming when facing ordinary people who are unarmed. Even the word "unarmed" itself can explain this problem.

If he was a little hesitant and timid the first time he killed someone, after killing many times, Ismail became braver. He is less dependent on pistols now. Within a range of a few meters, he can chop at anyone with a knife. Apart from getting covered in blood, the difficulty of killing someone is about the same as with a pistol.

A 50-centimeter sharp knife can chop at you. If you block it with your hands, your legs or your waist will be broken. A normal person will have basically no chance of survival, and it will even be difficult to inflict counterattack.

Click.

The villa door opens.

"Who are you looking for?"

The person who opened the door was a lady in her 40s. She naturally could not think of words like murderer. She just frowned at the young Kadar, thinking that he had taken the wrong road.

"I'm looking for Mr. Johnson." Kadar made up a name.

"There's no Johnson here." The lady pointed to the nameplate on the wall and said, "You're in the wrong place."

"How many people are there in your family?" Kadar didn't care and just asked.

If the other party is willing to talk, then they can talk. If they are not willing to talk, he does not care too much.

"Please leave." The lady was indeed reluctant to speak, and she began to realize the danger, and was about to close the door while speaking.

Kadar smiled, and with a swish, the crowbar behind him reached the middle of the door crack.

Naturally, this door cannot be closed.

The lady's eyes widened in horror, but her daily life was too far away from violence. Before she could react, Kadar kicked the door open with great force. The door frame hit her and she fell to the ground in pain.

Kadar walked into the room and without saying a word, swung the crowbar in his hand and hit the other person's head. The latter immediately covered his face in blood and fainted.

Only then did Ismail run in.

"This woman is old, so I didn't leave her for you. We'll talk about it when you find something better in the future." Kadar even had the leisure to tease Ismail.

"I told you I don't want it." Ismail turned around and closed the door, then asked, "Are there any cameras?"

"I didn't see him. This man is not dead. You can ask him and look for anyone else." As Kadar was speaking, he heard a scream in the front.

If it were a year ago, the scream alone would have made the two teenagers panic.

As for now, Kadar just thought it was funny. He took a serious look at the girl standing in front of the kitchen, screaming intently, then pulled out a gun, pointed it at her, and said, "Little sister, do you know how to use a gun?"

The screaming girl stopped panting, her body stiffly staring at the black muzzle of the gun, the shiny dagger, and her mother covered in blood.

Yismai took a brisk step forward, and with two strides of his long legs he was in front of the girl, and pushed her against the wall. Because he used too much force, the back of the girl's head hit with a "bang".

He had killed children aged two or three before, so he had no psychological burden at all when he killed a girl aged twelve or thirteen.

Kadar still had some time to smile and said, "Don't smash your head. It looks big and looks OK. Are you a traitor?"

"No. I'm a pure love type." Ismail shook his head firmly.

The girl, whose eyes were full of stars because of a hit on the head, was shaking like a sieve with fear.

Kadar observed the environment on the first floor with ease, holding the crowbar in one hand and putting the gun back into his waist. He came to the little girl, patted her face with his hand, and asked, "What's your name?"

The little girl was scared to death, and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Lisa."

"How many people are there at home?" Kadar asked.

"No one." Lisa shook her head.

Snapped!

Kadar slapped Lisa in the face: "How many people?"

“No one is here!”

Snapped!

Kadar slapped him again: "How many people?"

“No one is here!”

Snapped!

Snapped!

Kadar slapped Lisa several times in a row, making her unable to cry.

"Three people!" Lisa finally said it out loud, and screamed, "Brother, run..."

Tom.

There was a sound of things falling over upstairs.

Kadar put the blade on the girl's neck without any hurry and shouted: "Brother, you can't run away. The wall is so high, can you jump out? You can only run from the front door. I count to three. If you don't come down, I will kill your sister and go back up to find you! Oh, and this woman, is she your mother? I will kill her too."

As he spoke, Kadar winked at Ismail.

Ismail immediately walked towards the stairs.

"I'll count to three." Kadar didn't want to give the people upstairs too much time in case they called the police.

As for whether the other party had called just now, he had no control over it. He was not a special forces soldier and it was impossible for him to search three floors in an instant. But just like he said before entering the door, if he really called, he would just kill everyone and leave.

It's just a burglary and murder. It shouldn't be rare here... right?

tom!

There was another noise from above.

"I'm coming down. Don't touch my family." My brother seemed to be in the voice change period, and his voice was a little unpleasant.

Ismail hummed and said half-truthfully, "I don't want to kill anyone either. We are hungry. You guys make me something to eat. I will eat and take some money and leave. If you don't come down, I will have no choice but to kill someone!"

……

Buzz buzz buzz.

A helicopter flew from east to west, one by one, and soon another one flew by.

Police cars with sirens and lights on were set up in groups of two on each road.

The police's massive action attracted the attention of countless media, so much so that in addition to police helicopters, news helicopters also began to appear in the sky.

Nicha looked up at all this with an unreadable expression, and said, "If we can't catch him this time, we're doomed."

"Two double murders, a family massacre, and a driver was killed. If we couldn't catch the culprit, we would be doomed." Zhong Renlong did not directly comfort Nicha, but simply restated the situation.

Nicha smiled bitterly and said, "You're right. It's better to listen to Xu Taining and die gloriously."

Zhong Renlong said nothing.

There is a difference between being finished and being finished. Using all the police helicopters of the Malaysian police department, starting all the police cars that can be driven, and mobilizing the special police and special forces as a reserve force, under such a scale, if the murderer cannot be caught, the senior police officers may develop a new way for them to die.

"At least we have Jiang Yuan." Zhong Renlong said softly.

"Hope..." Nicha used Chinese, which he had just learned in the past two days.

Boom boom…

Liu Jinghui walked over with heavy steps and asked, "Any news from the checkpoint?"

"No. We didn't find it anywhere, and we don't know where their car went." Zhong Renlong replied quickly.

"If we haven't found them, it means they are in our encirclement." Liu Jinghui took out his cell phone with sharp eyes and said the same words to Jiang Yuanting.

Regarding Jiang Yuan's work, Nicha said quickly: "It is also possible that they escaped through some unknown path."

"Didn't Xu Taining arrange secret sentries? Have you arranged any?" Liu Jinghui asked back.

"Yes, of course it is arranged." Zhong Renlong replied quickly.

"Once it's arranged, they can't run away. At least the car can't run away. They robbed a sedan and can only go on paved roads. Even if there are small roads, they will eventually have to take the main road. They have the ability to avoid the obvious sentries, but not the hidden sentries. Xu Taining is very skilled at these things." Liu Jinghui must believe in Xu Taining.

Nicha said uncertainly: "But... Xu Sir has never been to Malaysia. He just drew the picture on paper. What if something goes wrong?"

"If there is no problem with your drawings, there will be no problem with Xu Taining." Liu Jinghui looked at Nicha and comforted him, "When Xu Taining was handling cases in our country, he often went to unfamiliar places and handled cases based on paper drawings. Experts of this level are all like this."

"What if they hide the car and the people escape..."

"Then you can't run fast. According to the time, you are still in the encirclement." Liu Jinghui said, "Now is not the time to doubt the established strategy. Now we must be steadfast and implement the plan to the letter."

Liu Jinghui then asked: "Is the search team ready?"

"We're ready. Shall we go?"

"lets go."

Nicha nodded silently, took out the walkie-talkie and began to give orders: "Search team, set off! Search along the way, visit along the way..."

The search mission had been arranged long ago, and once the search team appeared, all the cards in Nicha's hand were played.

Nicha looked up at the sky, only to find it dark, and his expression became even more solemn.

Liu Jinghui comforted him at this time: "As long as there is one person and one piece of evidence to prove the suspect's route, the search teams in other directions can be cancelled and strengthened in this direction. Our manpower will increase and the investigation will naturally become more and more detailed."

"I understand." Nicha moved his lips and asked again: "What did Jiang Shen say?"

"He is watching the surveillance cameras at gas stations, convenience stores, repair shops, parking lots, public toilets, and even on the roads. Even if the criminals change cars, he can still find them," said Liu Jinghui.

"Change car?" Nicha was surprised. He forgot that there was such a possibility.

"It doesn't matter if we change cars. Changing cars takes more time. They are still within our encirclement." Liu Jinghui emphasized, and then said, "We are not afraid that they will abandon the car. However, if they find a new car at a gas station, repair shop, or roadside parking lot, we can find them and won't be too far behind."

Nicha originally wanted to ask how to change cars, but then he thought that they could just find a driver, kill him and stuff the car into the trunk, or throw him to the side of the road, and they could change cars silently. Thinking of this, his anxiety suddenly rose again.