After hanging up, Merlin immediately barked at his subordinate, "Don't go to the autopsy center anymore. Go to the Fox Group!"

The subordinate asked, "Sir, why are you going to the Fox Group? They're holding a press conference soon. Almost all the media in New York is there. If you go at this time, won't you..." The subordinate stammered, hesitating. He was unable to finish his sentence.

Merlin demanded coldly, "Won't I what? Finish your words!"

The subordinate mustered his courage and said honestly, "Won't you... Walk right into the trap?"

Merlin gnashed his teeth in anger and roared, "F*ck you! I'm a policeman, not a murderer! How am I walking right into a trap?"

The subordinate panicked and said anxiously, "But... The media are all waiting to interview you..."

Merlin knew all too well that his subordinate was right. So many major cases happened overnight in New York, and all of them had a connection to the deaths of countless innocent women.

in New York would be dying

issued an order as early as possible, stating that no one was allowed

long time, the police had been a target of accusations by both the media

to accept any interview as they feared the officers might become speechless when questioned. The media might film their embarrassment and

to his superior by claiming that he was going to the autopsy center. If he told his superior that he

Over

at him. However,

no other options

now, Rosalie was the only breakthrough to his answer. He made up his mind

and picked up the walkie-talkie at once, and ordered the cars behind them," Don't go to the autopsy center. Follow me." At the same time, in the Fox Group's press conference hall. It was less than five minutes until eight o'clock. The hall and

the

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