Chapter 854: Hancheng Strategy (VIII)
"Gulu gulu, gulu gulu"
"puff"
After pouring a bucket of cold water over his head, Grayson Faber woke up from a coma with confused eyes and a small piece of chive leaf stuck to his face.
Opposite him, Jack had just finished talking to Alice. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but feel sick, and subconsciously stood a step away from him.
Ma Xidao put down the water glass, crossed his arms thicker than ordinary people's thighs across his chest, and stared at Grayson Faber with an unkind expression, which instantly woke him up.
"I swear, I have nothing to do with Jessica, please."
"Then why are you running?" Clay sneered and put handcuffs on him.
Grayson Faber looked at Jack, and then at Ma Xidao who was looking at him eagerly, and subconsciously shrank towards Jack, his voice was as thin as a mosquito, "I panicked for a moment, you are the FBI, why can you be beaten by the FBI in Korea?" Come to the door.
I mean, I'd seen the news before, and I knew what was happening to her, and it was just horrific. "
"So tell me, when was the last time you saw Jessica?" Clay continued to ask. Jack on the side seemed to be fiddling with his phone carelessly, but in fact he was always observing the other person's micro-expressions.
"A few days ago, in a nightclub in Itaewon." Grayson Faber answered all questions and seemed extremely cooperative.
"Yes, we checked the nightclub surveillance. It seems that your attitude was not very friendly at the time." Clay reached out and lifted him off the ground and let him sit on a chair.
"Of course, that Bitchi almost caused me to lose my job. I went to ask her why she did this to me."
Jack was almost annoyed by this guy. It's not like they didn't investigate before coming here. "Isn't it because you have been harassing her before this?"
"Oh, please, how many calls does that count as harassment?" As soon as Grayson Faber raised his head, he was startled by Ma Xidao, who was expressionless and staring at him coldly, and quickly lowered his head.
Clay sneered, "It's a good thing you teach English instead of mathematics, otherwise it would be too misleading. How many passes or hundreds? Think about it before you answer. Let me remind you again, even in South Korea, lying to the FBI is illegal. It’s still a felony.”
Seeing that he lowered his head and said nothing, Jack continued to apply pressure, "And you also showed up downstairs at her residence in the middle of the night. This is very similar to what you did to another girl in Tallahassee, Florida, right? Just when you used a pistol Before the gun handle cracked her head.
Things escalated step by step, and we have every reason to suspect that you are the murderer. "
Grayson Faber was so frightened that he almost jumped out of his chair and defended loudly, "I swear to God, I had nothing to do with Jessica's death. I went home directly after leaving the nightclub that day.
I admit that I wanted to blackmail her by using her hookup with a rich Korean man in a nightclub, but the woman didn't care at all, and the agency was used to it, so I was really ready to give up.
There are a lot of young girls here. As long as you speak fluent English, you can buy a few drinks at a bar and you can take one of them back to spend the night with you. I have figured it out, there is no need to stare at a bitch. "
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"You just let him go like this?" Ma Xidao, who was waiting outside, pretended to be surprised when Jack and Clay walked out of the embassy.
Jack knew that this big guy was actually quite smart, so he deliberately tried to test, "You are also a police officer who specializes in criminal cases. You must have solved a lot of murder cases. How suspicious do you think Grayson Faber is?"
"If it is really a serial murder case like what you are talking about, although the guy just now made me want to beat him up, he is still far from a perverted killer." Ma Xidao told the truth.
"His suspicion has been ruled out for the time being." Jack showed him the investigation information just sent by Alice on his mobile phone. "We found that he went to Thailand two weeks ago and stayed there for nearly a week, so the first He was not in South Korea when the victim, Barbara Walker, was killed."
"Then why did you send him back to the country?" Ma Xidao's gloomy expression improved a lot. Just now he thought that these Americans were playing the same trick as before, sending suspected criminals back to the country first.
Of course Jack knew what he was suspecting, and it was no wonder that Koreans were sensitive. After all, the US military stationed in South Korea had done this not once or twice. This was how the soldiers who raped, killed and wiped out their families in South Korea escaped legal sanctions.
"The agency canceled Grayson Faber's work visa after hearing about his criminal record. In two hours, he will be put on a plane back to the United States."
Jack said it a bit euphemistically. In fact, the main reason was because the FBI came to investigate, which frightened the agency called "Land of Dawn".
With the idea that more trouble is worse than less trouble, they found an excuse to cancel Grayson Faber's work visa. Jack and Clay simply handcuffed him and sent him directly to the embassy.
Ma Xidao looked at the sky. It was still some time before dark. "Then what should we do next? I sent two people to the Clean Environment Bureau to investigate. The results will not be available until tomorrow at the earliest."
"Looking for a place to exercise? Can you recommend a suitable gym?" Jack suggested. It was still early for dinner, and Jubal and others were still busy at the Seoul Police Department.
Clay's eyes lit up, "It's better to have a fighting ring." As he said this, he looked at Ma Xidao with "unkind intentions."
"Axiba, you must have a good meal that night." Ma Xidao looked nonchalant.
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"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of muffled sounds rang out in the ring. The punches of Ma Xidao and Clay made the faces of the protein powder fitness hunks around pale. Some of the guys who were angry even subconsciously clamped their legs.
Although Clay was half a head taller than Ma Xidao, the two weighed about the same and could barely be considered opponents of the same weight class, but the latter's body fat rate was much higher than the former's.
Unlike the requirements for body fat rate in fitness, the larger the weight class of boxers or fighting competitions, the more tolerant the requirements for body fat rate.
Ma Xidao's body fat rate was about 15%, and he even had a small beer belly. His abdominal muscles were not obvious, but his movements were incredibly agile, which reminded Jack of a certain agile fat man active in the Hong Kong film industry.
Although the two were fighting in free fighting, Ma Xidao mainly used boxing routines. His style was a bit similar to Tyson's "peekaboo" (hide and seek) style, focusing on a close-up and heavy attack, a fatal style.
Clay was taller and had longer arms than Ma Xidao, and his reaction was not slow either. Logically, he should have had an advantage, but when the two fought on the ring, he regretted it a little.
Even if it was a free-fighting rule, it was just a competition on the ring, not a real fight. Although he tried very hard to distance the two and wanted to deal with his opponent at a medium distance, Ma Xidao's flexible and frequent footwork and diving made him very uncomfortable.
Both of them had fat-wrapped muscle bodies, and Ma Xidao's muscles wrapped in fat were obviously more resistant to punches. Occasionally, he could easily cut into the inner circle after taking a hard punch, and then he would use a set of powerful combination punches, which made Clay retreat again and again.
"Do you want to take a break?"
The referee Jack smiled and watched Clay swing his arms desperately. Just now, Ma Xidao had dodged sideways and then punched left and right continuously, then dived and dodged, and then punched with a backhand and a left hook, which almost broke Clay's defensive frame.
"No more fighting. I'm no match for him in the ring." Clay admitted defeat very humbly. In fact, he also knew that the opponent's physical fitness was definitely not as good as his. If he kept moving around, it would be hard to say who would win or lose in the end.
But he was just a little excited because he saw Ma Xidao's moves. They had no conflicts and were not here to fight to the death. After experiencing the opponent's powerful and heavy punches, he was satisfied.
"Ah, I haven't been so tired for a long time." Ma Xidao's body was greasy and slippery, and his boxing shorts were soaked with sweat. After biting open the straps of the boxing gloves, he threw them away and sat down on the ground without any image.