Chapter 333: Old Morgan’s Influence—One Word Can Replace the New York Police Chief

Shanghai Huaihai Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Su Ming, Lin Tian, and the rest of the Special Task Force had returned to where it all began.

It was from a case discovered in Shanghai’s Huaihai District, involving Zhou Shirui and Qu Pengfei, that this massive investigation had been set in motion.

Everything that had happened since could only be described as surreal.

Inside a meeting room that had been specially prepared for the task, Su Ming and the others were carefully analyzing the latest reports from the United States, along with intelligence related to J’s nightclubs and Q’s casinos, hoping to find a clue or breakthrough.

At that moment, Lin Tian, who had just finished communicating with higher authorities, pushed open the familiar meeting room door and stepped inside. He looked at the others and nodded.

“I’ve finished talking with Chief Xu.”

“Although we can’t officially request assistance from the United States to investigate or extradite K, Chief Xu said this—if we can gain access to the U.S. through the Morgan Financial Group, then both the higher-ups and the rest of the Public Security Bureau will give us their full support.”

“Because if we can go to the U.S. and bring K to justice, it will send a powerful message to those criminals trying to flee abroad to escape arrest.”

“It will make them understand that if they’ve committed crimes in Dragon Country, it doesn’t matter where they run—there’s no escape.”

“Even in a powerful country like the United States, we have ways to bring them back!”

As he spoke, Lin Tian’s voice carried a barely contained excitement.

Arresting a criminal on U.S. soil—this was something that had never been done before. But now, it seemed closer than ever to becoming reality.

Especially since, according to the current plan, Old Morgan was expected to send an official invitation within the next three days at most, inviting the Special Task Force to the United States to begin the operation.

After calming himself slightly, Lin Tian turned to Liu Yang beside him and raised his chin.

“Chief Liu, how’s it going?”

“Have the other three teams finished their interrogations? Are Babu, Plague, and Captain already on their way to Shanghai?”

Since Lin Tian had to coordinate follow-up actions with the higher-ups, he had specifically entrusted Liu Yang with coordinating the other Criminal Investigation Brigades.

And truthfully, when it came to inter-department communication, no one on the Special Task Force was more suited to the job than Liu Yang.

Even Lin Tian, who often played the role of the team’s tank, couldn’t compare.

Hearing Lin Tian ask about his area of responsibility, Liu Yang immediately puffed out his chest, pushing forward his beer belly with pride, and responded with a confident smile.

“Chief Lin, they’re already en route.”

“I’ve spoken with the heads of all three police departments. I asked them to wrap up their investigations into the unresolved cases in their jurisdictions as quickly as possible, then escort the suspects to Shanghai.”

“Of course, the main reason things went smoothly is because… those three criminals realized K had already abandoned them. Even Butcher and Qiang Wei have confessed, so they stopped trying to hold out.”

“They’ve confessed everything in detail. Unfortunately, just like Team Leader Su predicted, these three Organization members don’t know anything about K.”

“In their minds, K is more mysterious than anyone else in the Organization. They don’t even know his real name, let alone any deeper intel.”

Though this outcome was expected, it still left everyone feeling a bit disappointed.

After all, if they could’ve extracted more information about K from those three, it would’ve given them a significant advantage in the upcoming operation in the United States.

Lin Tian let out a quiet sigh and was just about to shift everyone’s focus to the Morgan Financial Group when the meeting room door swung open again.

Xu Changsheng walked in, visibly excited. After nodding to Lin Tian and Liu Yang, he turned to Su Ming, who sat at the center of the conference table, and spoke quickly.

“Xiao Ming.”

“The Morgan Group just reached out. They want us to tell them who killed Little Morgan, and they’re willing to pay ten million U.S. dollars in exchange for the information.”

“If ten million isn’t enough, they’re open to further negotiation.”

“But their only condition is that the intel must be accurate. They even included a phone number in the email.”

“They said as soon as we finalize our terms, we can call that number to discuss the details.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Bai Yu, who was sitting nearby, looked amazed and said with admiration,

“Brother Ming.”

“You were spot on.”

“The moment Old Morgan pulled his grandson’s body out of New York Harbor, he didn’t even wait for DNA confirmation before contacting us.”

Su Ming wore a faint smile on his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as he spoke with pointed meaning.

“According to the video Ghost provided…”

“I’ve already noticed that when Little Morgan was killed, neither J nor his men made any effort to remove his clothes, watch, or other accessories.”

“That means, over the past six months of searching, Old Morgan has probably reviewed his grandson’s outfit from the day he went missing countless times.”

“And considering that he hasn’t found his grandson for over half a year—if it were a kidnapping for ransom, the culprits wouldn’t have waited this long. So Old Morgan has likely already guessed that something terrible happened. Any DNA test at this point would just be further confirmation.”

“Now that he’s more or less certain of his grandson’s death, revenge is probably the only thing on Old Morgan’s mind. Naturally, he’d choose to reach out to us.”

“After all, we’ve been the only ones to provide accurate information over these past months. Even the exact location of his grandson’s death—we gave it to him with pinpoint precision.”

“If nothing goes wrong, Old Morgan will be contacting us soon for a conversation, maybe even a test. He wants to determine… whether we were involved in his grandson’s death.”

At this point, Su Ming paused for a few seconds. Then he tapped the table lightly and spoke with unquestionable authority.

“Brother Sheng.”

“Give me the contact number. Let’s keep Old Morgan waiting just a little longer, then I’ll call him.”

“Right now, in Old Morgan’s mind, he most likely believes we’re among those responsible for his grandson’s death. That’s the only way we could have such precise intel.”

“So when I call, I’ll identify myself directly as a member of the Dragon Country Police, and I’ll send him the video clip of J taking Little Morgan to New York Harbor.”

“As for the footage of the abuse and beating—it’s not the right time yet. Old Morgan isn’t furious enough, not desperate enough. He still has his guard up against us.”

“He won’t yet agree to our proposal… to go to the United States and assist in the manhunt.”

…

At the same time.

Inside the Chairman’s Office of Morgan Tower in the United States.

Old Morgan leaned back in an expensive leather chair, his hands lightly clasped together, thumbs crossed, index fingers pressed against his forehead. His head tilted upward, eyes closed, facing the ceiling.

Though his expression wasn’t clearly visible, the sorrow and grief radiating from him were unmistakable.

Earlier, when he cut his white hair and stood tall with a straight back, he had seemed strong and unyielding. But now, with the confirmation of his only grandson’s death—the sole heir to the family fortune—this aging man couldn’t help but feel a deep, unspoken sadness.

Still, such emotions had no place in public. If he showed even a hint of weakness, those wolf-like competitors would surely seize the opportunity to strike.

Knock—knock—knock—

Just as Old Morgan was lost in grief, a knock came at the office door.

He immediately lowered his hands, the sorrow in his eyes vanishing in an instant. His expression returned to its usual sharpness and resolve, his face cold and unreadable.

“Come in.”

With that command, the secretary who had worked by his side for many years entered respectfully.

“Chairman.”

“Chief Walker has been waiting in the reception room for an hour. He asked me to check if he could come up to apologize and speak with you in person, or…”

Before the secretary could finish, Old Morgan frowned and cut her off, his voice icy.

“Only an hour, and he’s already getting impatient?”

“I waited over six months for news of Little Morgan, and this is the result I got.”

“If he had been even a little more competent and found Little Morgan earlier, would any of this have happened?”

“Tell him to sit there and wait quietly. When I get a call or a new email with the identity of the killer, then he can come up.”

“Or he can leave right now.”

“But tell him this—once he steps out of Morgan Tower, the New York Police Chief will be replaced immediately.”