Chapter 291

In the morning, Elvin personally went to the forensic office of the Priliccia District precinct. Two forensic examiners were processing the bodies.

One was older, the other younger, and still a girl.

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

He couldn’t help but push open the door and walk in, then saw the body on the autopsy table.

The older forensic examiner looked back at him with a half-smile, “Are you getting impatient?”

Elvin just looked at him, “I’ve been standing outside for thirty minutes.”

The older forensic examiner looked up at the wall clock, “Actually, it’s only been twenty-one minutes…”

“Actually, you can’t blame me, sir. Too many bullets were shot into this body. We have to make sure that every bullet corresponding to every wound is found.”

As he spoke, he looked at the dissected body, then reached his hand into some of the internal organs torn by the bullets and started to feel around.

The internal organs and his gloved hands made a “gurgling” sound, and with his stirring, a foul smell became more and more obvious.

The girl secretly glanced at Elvin, a look of surprise on her face. This was one of their little pranks.

They didn’t like to be disturbed during an autopsy. If someone broke in, they would do some disgusting things to “repel” the reckless intruder.

Most people, upon seeing this scene, would have already covered their mouths and started looking for a trash can, but Elvin just watched quietly. He even had the mind to ask a question, “Why do you have to find those bullet heads?”

The older forensic examiner glanced at him again, “Every bullet head is an independent piece of evidence. We will record how many shots he took, take pictures, and then find every bullet and put it in an evidence bag.”

As he was speaking, a smile appeared on his face, “See, I’ve found it!”

He lifted a section of intestine from the abdominal cavity of the corpse. There was already a rupture in the intestine. Because the body was dead and the gut flora began to multiply uncontrollably, the intestine began to bloat, causing the inner membrane to evert and block the wound.

This made it look as if it were uninjured, if you didn’t look closely.

The older forensic examiner squeezed his finger in through the wound, and with the cooperation of his other hand, quickly found the bullet head from the intestine, and then “dinged” it into a metal tray.

Before the families of these people signed an agreement to donate their bodies to medical institutions, these organs would not be removed arbitrarily unless necessary.

If their families were willing to sign, then these bodies would be sent to medical institutions or schools for research or to be made into teaching materials.

“Wash it, then stuff it back in,” he instructed, letting his apprentice complete the follow-up work. He exhaled, walked to the sink to wash his hands, and asked with some curiosity, “Did you fire the gun?”

Elvin shook his head, “I wasn’t at the scene. How do you know it was us?”

The forensic examiner shrugged, “Only assassins are not afraid of being killed by the people they kill!”

“Words of wisdom!”

The forensic examiner smiled, and after cleaning himself up, he took off his protective clothing and went to the office with Elvin.

He sorted out the files of these bodies and handed them to him, “A few 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, how should I address you?”

“Elvin!”

“Mr. Elvin, you can call me Dr. Seth.”

He handed the file to Elvin and then spread his hands, which quickly fell to his sides, “I’ve heard my colleagues complain that you guys shoot too many bullet heads into those people’s bodies. It takes them a while just to find the bullet heads!”

“And every time they’re done, those things are a mess. It’s hard to let them go peacefully, you know what I mean!”

“God doesn’t like a tattered sack!”

“You’re wrong, they can’t go to heaven!” Elvin took the file and glanced at it, “And thank you, Seth.”

He hesitated for a moment, “My brothers…”

Seth waved his arm again, “Don’t worry, I will take good care of them and make sure they can have a decent burial!”

Elvin withdrew his hand, took out $100 from his pocket, folded it, and placed it in Seth’s hand, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for them!”

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

Elvin sighed, a little sentimental, “I hope we won’t meet again, Seth.”

Seth laughed out loud upon hearing this, “I’m not cursing you, but with this kind of thing, who can say for sure?”

It was already dark when he returned from the forensic examiner’s office. He gave the file to Lance. Lance opened it, took out everything, and his gaze fell on the first page.

A front and side portrait clearly taken when he was being incarcerated. Next to it was his name, age, race, religion, and residential address, as well as an ID number that could prove his identity.

Below were some of this person’s criminal records, as well as his execution records. It could be seen that he was a habitual offender.

“Four priors for assault, one for theft, one for robbery…” Lance read out his file and looked at the others, “It seems we’ve found the right person.”

Lance shook the file, “The Gregg family… does anyone know about them?”

Morris raised his hand, “They are not far from us. They have a turf in the city center. The Gregg family is all made up of Segon people.”

The Segon people are not “native” to the Federation; they are also immigrants.

Perhaps the people of the Federation include a portion of Segon people, but it would not be the majority.

They are known as the descendants of pirates and robbers, with no specific place of residence. Some people also call them the “nomads of the sea.”

In the past, when navigation technology and shipbuilding technology were not yet developed, the thing people feared most when sailing on the sea was encountering these Segon people.

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

Looting was their way of life. The leader of a pirate group, once hailed as the “Pirate King,” had said that the sea was the pasture of the Segon people.

And those ships that came and went on the sea were their lambs!

This was the Segon people’s way of life.

But with the continuous development and advancement of navigation and shipbuilding technology, the Segon people themselves could not produce advanced ships, and the price of purchased ships was too expensive, and they themselves did not know how to maintain and use them.

In the end, they began to gradually withdraw from the stage of history. Although there were still some Segon people who kept up with the times and were still active on the sea, more had already begun to come ashore.

These people are very united. They inherited the ruthlessness of their ancestors and are very difficult characters to mess with, for the small gangs of Golden Port.

The Gregg family is now in its third and a half generation. The first generation of Greggs are basically all dead, and the second generation are also old or dead. Now is the active period of the third and fourth generations.

They have an active desire to expand outwards, but Lance didn’t quite understand why they would attack him.

But he also knew one thing: finding the leader of the Gregg family could solve this mystery!

“Do you know the specific location of their base?”

Morris nodded, “They have a club, about a fifteen-minute journey from here.”

Lance threw the file on the table and glanced at his watch, “Still have time before bed!”

Everyone stood up. Bolton seemed a little at a loss.

He certainly knew what these people were going to do, but he had never really participated in a gunfight. He had never even fired a gun until now!

Perhaps seeing his uncertainty, Lance didn’t ask him to follow, but instead had him continue to be responsible for collecting intelligence tomorrow.

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

He could even guess that this matter was not necessarily the decision of the Gregg family, but they were responsible for the execution, so they were at fault!

This time, Lance’s side dispatched twelve cars, a total of forty people.

The convoy advanced towards the city center in the night, like a ghost under the cover of darkness.

Quiet, and swift!

At this time, in a club in the city center near the Empire District and the Priliccia District, the head of the Gregg family was receiving two important guests.

Two guests from the Pasoretto family!

Since Paul had decided to protect Dover, he certainly would not leave any too obvious flaws. After dealing with the people around Dover, they then found the current leader of the Gregg family.

No matter how tense the current situation was, the Five Families were still insurmountable mountains in the eyes of these people.

So he behaved very humbly, without a trace of the Segon people’s wild and untamed nature.

“This matter… does anyone else know?” The man with the center part sat in a chair with his legs crossed. He didn’t look fierce at all, always with a smiling expression.

The leader sitting opposite the table shook his head, “Only I know about this.”

He and Dover had met through smuggling drugs. The Pasoretto family could get some popular special medicines, anti-inflammatory drugs, or something.

These drugs seemed to be available for purchase with money in the Federation, but for some relatively backward countries, or countries that were not on good terms with the Federation, the price of these things was comparable to gold!

For example, a special anti-inflammatory drug would cost about $35 a shot in the Federation, but in those less developed regions, when sold to the rich, the price of one shot would be about $100, or even higher!

The Segon people had plenty of sales channels at sea, and these drugs could be quickly sold through their hands.

After a few exchanges, he got to know Dover, who could provide him with all kinds of goods.