Chapter 129 Names and Faces

Lyrics: "My soul is fading away, I miss you so much, but you don't miss me."

The cell phone lying quietly on the ground was still playing music, but York did not walk over to pick up the phone. Instead, he turned off the video function of the body camera on his chest.

Although he shot and killed eleven people here, the video footage recorded by the body camera basically proves that his shooting was legal.

"Of course, there are some minor issues. I'm afraid that the administrative leave will be longer this time." Yorks made a simple summary and walked towards the mobile phone that was lying there quietly, still playing music.

The minor problems in these processes were not within his consideration, because for someone like him, only when he had more minor problems would the people above him feel that he was popular, rather than a cold killing machine.

Cold killing machine is not a nice word.

The reason why he can always get along well with the people in the police station is because he has so many little flaws that people can trust him.

The same applies to the sniper rifle attack in the hotel. Gregory and Chris knew that he was doing it for his family, and this little flaw actually made them trust him.

Because they knew that if something happened to them, this scary guy York would help them, and would take care of their families even if they died.

Otherwise, if there are no mistakes or problems, people will stay away from him, which is inconsistent with his goal.

"Perhaps this is the sorrow of the strong." Yorks shamelessly pressed the strong line for himself, stopped in front of the phone and picked it up.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and he actually remembered the names of the people in the conversation.

"Damon, Garcia, Kazimierz."

The light from the phone screen illuminated York's gloomy expression.

"Forget it, let Ulisse investigate it when the time comes. He knows everything about gang members." Yorks decided for the time being.

If we investigate through the police resources, there will definitely be traces left. If we investigate through Ulisse's channels, that would be perfect.

He went to investigate personally? Yorks had never thought about it. After all, Ulisse was a gangster. He was too lazy to waste his energy. When Ulisse found out, that would be his end.

Thinking of this, York first turned off the music app on his phone, then turned off the always-on screen setting on his phone, then put the phone in his trouser pocket and continued walking towards the location of the five bodies in front.

In fact, he explored very quickly, and it was probably only one song that had just finished.

The support we called in has just arrived here.

How did he know? Because York had already switched the intercom to the common channel of the West Canyon Police Department, and a colleague was notifying him where he had arrived.

". Arrived at Huber 64th Street."

"The target car was found, but Yorks wasn't there!"

"."

He was quite familiar with this voice. It was the voice of Marcos and his men, and it seemed that Davos, the commander on duty, was also there.

York has not yet made any response to their notification.

Instead, he continued walking forward, reached the other side of the patio, turned around and continued walking up the stairs on the right, and soon he arrived at the place where the five people he had killed were.

Then he took out the phone he had just put away and took a few pictures of their faces.

The headshots are naturally not included, but the faces are basically all captured clearly.

No matter where you are, name and face are the most obvious and straightforward information, and people with connections will have no trouble finding them.

After taking the photo, York returned to the original place and picked up the M4A1 again. This gun is the police station's service gun, but the accessories are bought by him at his own expense, so he can't just throw it away as garbage.

No matter how cheap it is, it is still a lot of money. Besides, he already has M4A1 in his arsenal, which is more powerful than the modified version in his hand.

Because it is normal and not intentionally weakened, otherwise he wouldn't have to fire several shots in a row every time to ensure that the enemy is killed, except for headshots.

York's footsteps were heard, and he continued along the same route he had taken, walking to the corridor where he had shot four people, and then took another picture of the last clear face.

This was the face he guessed to be that of an Albanian, and he had left it there on purpose, otherwise he would have shot them all in the head one by one to ensure that they returned to Lucifer's arms, and he wouldn't have had to fire three shots and leave some minor injuries.

"It's so uncomfortable! I'm being targeted by such a big gang. What have I done wrong?"

York sighed, jumped over the four corpses and continued walking in the direction he came from.

He didn't plan to take pictures of the two people in the stairs, because the information he now had was enough for him to check the information behind these people. What's more important is that his colleagues have already arrived at the stairs.

".Found two bodies on the second floor platform! Shit! And an AK-47. What on earth happened?"

"Shooting case, report the situation to the dispatch center, have them notify SWAT for support, and call York to check."

"."

Listening to the constant noise from the intercom, York roughly understood the two sentences. Before they made things bigger, he picked up the intercom and pressed the relevant button.

"I am here."

After a brief silence.

Marcos: "What The Fuck! Brother, are you okay? We are here to support you now!"

Yorks got on the intercom and felt warmed by the immediate concern of others. He said, "It's okay."

People like this who still rush over to support after seeing the AK-47 are definitely good brothers.

Although he had helped Marcos a lot before.

Davos' voice came: "Where are you now?"

York said calmly, "I'm heading in your direction now."

What could be felt was that these colleagues from the West Canyon Police Department were obviously stunned for a moment. Yorks could imagine them hiding at the stairs on the second floor, looking at each other in bewilderment while being vigilant.

Davos asked uncertainly, "Is it over?"

"Yes, sir, it's over." York smiled, turned the corner in front of him and looked at the sneaky shadow illuminated by the light under the stairs on the second floor in front of him, and then laughed.

"Sir, come out, I'm in the corridor."

"Uh?"

Along with this hesitant voice, Davos, who had been hiding at the stairs and on guard and was stuck at the step of notifying the dispatch center, and Marcos and others began to slowly lean out and finally discovered York who had been walking in the corridor.

As they were relieved, they walked out of the stairs and looked at the fully armed Yorks, their faces full of strangeness and familiarity, especially Davos, the commander on duty at night.
He looked at the tall York soldier walking along, holding an M4A1 that seemed to be fully equipped with tactical accessories, with a No. 12 M870 shotgun hanging on one shoulder. His face twitched and he looked helpless.

"Then may I ask, dear Officer York, what has happened to you this time?"

(End of this chapter)