Chapter 343: Chief Walker’s Excitement, the Governorship of New York Is Within Reach

Old Morgan moved with remarkable speed.

Not even half an hour had passed when a custom bulletproof Rolls-Royce Phantom, driven by a professional chauffeur, pulled up in front of the New York Police Department.

Behind it followed two additional security vehicles.

With the murder of his grandson, Old Morgan had immediately upgraded his personal security to the highest level.

After all, the entire Morgan Financial Group was now under his sole control. If something were to happen to him after losing his only heir, the consequences would be unimaginable.

A headless Morgan Financial Group would inevitably descend into internal power struggles and infighting.

Other families and business rivals, all eyeing the group like hungry wolves, would seize the opportunity to pounce, tearing apart the massive corpse of Morgan Financial Group.

Even a single bite would be enough for them to feast for years.

Like a whale fall in the deep sea, when a giant dies, countless smaller creatures thrive on its remains.

…

As the car came to a stop in front of the police station, before the secretary could open the door, Chief Walker, who had been waiting eagerly, rushed over to the rear door and opened it himself.

His face was plastered with a flattering smile as he held his hand above the car door, as if afraid Old Morgan might bump his head.

As soon as Old Morgan stepped out of the car, Walker quickly spoke up.

“CEO Morgan, have you had breakfast yet? If you don’t mind, I’ve had the staff at the station prepare a hearty meal. We could eat first and then—”

Before he could finish, Old Morgan shot him a glance, frowned, and cut him off.

“No need. I didn’t come to the New York Police Department this early in the morning just to mooch a free breakfast.”

“Let’s not waste time. Take me to see the killer immediately.”

Though his warm offer had been rejected, Walker didn’t show the slightest hint of embarrassment. He quickly gestured forward, inviting him along.

“Understood, understood. CEO Morgan, this way please. The killer is already being held inside the station.”

With that, Walker took the lead, initially trying to slow his pace out of concern that Old Morgan might not keep up.

To his surprise, Old Morgan walked briskly, clearly eager—perhaps even impatient—to see the killer.

This attitude only made Chief Walker more excited and elated.

The more Old Morgan cared, the more impressive it would seem that Walker had found the killer in less than a day. Wouldn’t that earn him even greater praise?

If he could establish a connection with Morgan Financial Group, then becoming the next Governor of New York might not be just a dream.

Guided by Walker, Old Morgan made his way swiftly toward the location where the killer was being held.

Two minutes later, when they arrived at a room marked “Forensic Identification Department,” Old Morgan’s brow furrowed deeply. He turned to Walker and said coldly,

“Forensic Identification Department?”

“Chief Walker, why are you bringing me here? Didn’t you say I was going to see the killer? Did you take a wrong turn?”

The question caught Walker off guard for a moment. He quickly looked up at the sign, then answered without hesitation.

“No, this is the right place, CEO Morgan.”

“We’re here to see the person who killed Young Master Morgan. I wouldn’t dare waste your valuable time.”

In that moment, despite his age, Old Morgan’s mind remained sharp. He immediately sensed something and stopped in his tracks, fixing his gaze on Walker.

“Walker.”

“You said the killer is already at the New York Police Department.”

“But what you really meant was… the person who killed Little Morgan is already dead, and the body is being held in your Forensic Identification Department, isn’t it?”

“So I won’t be able to ask any questions or learn any details about the case?”

As his words fell, Chief Walker gave a small nod, then responded with utmost seriousness and conviction.

“Yes, CEO Morgan.”

“While we can’t provide the full process or details, I can guarantee… this is definitely the person who killed Young Master Morgan. There’s no mistake.”

“And not just the main suspect seen in the video. We’ve also apprehended all the accomplices. You could say the case is fully—”

Once again, before Walker could finish, Old Morgan cut him off coldly.

“Apprehended?”

“Were they all bodies too?”

Chief Walker’s face showed a trace of awkwardness, but he could only nod again.

Just as he was about to explain or say something more, Old Morgan waved his hand, his expression unreadable, calm to the point of indifference. He clearly didn’t want to hear another word.

“Lead the way.”

“I want to see the situation for myself.”

“If anything unexpected happens, Walker, I trust you understand the consequences.”

Chief Walker suddenly felt a wave of inexplicable anxiety. He dared not harbor a single stray thought or complaint. Hastily swiping his ID card, he led Old Morgan, along with the secretary and bodyguards trailing behind, into the forensic examination room.

At that moment.

Through the glass window designed to block contaminants, Old Morgan could already see… a body bag laid out on the autopsy table inside the forensic lab.

Beside it were various tools used for dissection and identity verification.

Walker retrieved a protective suit from the storage locker and cautiously held it out to Old Morgan.

“CEO Morgan,” he said, “there might be bacteria in the autopsy room. Please put on this protective suit. It’ll be safer that way.”

Old Morgan paid no attention to the suit in Walker’s hands. Instead, his gaze fixed on the fingerprint lock, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Open the door.”

Chief Walker didn’t dare hesitate for even a second. He didn’t even have time to put down the protective suit before quickly pressing his right thumb to the fingerprint scanner.

Click—

As the fingerprint was verified, the door unlocked immediately.

The secretary stepped forward to pull the door open. Ignoring Chief Walker completely, Old Morgan was the first to step into the cold, sterile examination room.

To accommodate Old Morgan’s visit, Chief Walker had previously instructed the police station’s forensic specialists and criminal investigators to vacate the premises.

He wanted to avoid anyone stealing credit—or worse, having some Old Six suddenly show up and stab him in the back.

Staring at the thick, blackened body bag, Old Morgan gave a slight nod to the bodyguard behind him.

The burly man stepped forward. Without even bothering with gloves, he unzipped the body bag in one smooth motion.

The moment it opened, a pungent stench of burnt flesh rushed out, assaulting their noses.

Old Morgan frowned in discomfort, but his eyes quickly locked onto the contents… a male corpse, so severely charred that the face was completely unrecognizable, lay exposed before him.

The sight instantly ignited a surge of fury in Old Morgan’s chest. His voice turned cold and sharp as he demanded,

“Walker!”

“This is… this is the killer you wanted to show me?”

“A corpse so burned you can’t even tell what he looked like, and you’re telling me this is the man who killed Little Morgan?!”