Chapter 92 Charles Pranks Roger, Sending Another Distress Signal
Patricia mumbled all night long. Martin held her hand by the bedside all night.
It wasn't until early morning the next day, having received a night's worth of intravenous drips, that she finally fell into a deep sleep. Her complexion had also improved quite a bit.
When Alan came in with breakfast, he saw Martin tightly holding Patricia's hand, continuously comforting her with soft and gentle words, as if she were a priceless treasure.
He had never seen his boss so gentle before and couldn't help feeling a slight touch of emotion.
If only Boss had treated Madam with even a fraction of the tenderness he showed now, they wouldn't have been separated for five years, mother and son.
Sigh!
Alan sighed and placed the breakfast on the bedside table, persuading, "Boss, please eat something! You haven't rested for two days and nights. If Madam wakes up and you collapse, who will take care of her? She is still waiting for you to save Charles!"
Upon hearing Charles's name, Martin's face suddenly darkened, and he glared sharply at Alan.
"Unless necessary, don't mention that name in front of me! Although I promised to save him, it doesn't mean I accept him!"
"Despite his strong desire to reveal the truth to the boss about Charles being his biological son, he remained committed to the promise made to Madam to keep this information confidential…"
The internal conflict between his curiosity about the boss's reaction and his loyalty to Madam's trust weighed heavily on him.
Martin calmly ate his breakfast while asking, "What progress has the doctor made?"
Alan reported truthfully, "The doctor hasn't given me a hard copy of the autopsy report yet, but he sent me the soft copy! The cause of Sean's death is the kidneys, lungs, and bladder – multiple injuries. Preliminary estimation is that the murder weapon was a ten-centimeter-long fruit knife. There were traces of body fluids on his pants and bedsheets, indicating that sexual activity took place before his death.” Alan expressed his concern, “There's something strange though..."
Martin asked, "What's strange?"
"The doctor said that each stab was precisely aimed at Sean's vital organs, with great speed and accuracy, without any deviation! He suspects that either the killer is a professional hitman or has knowledge of human anatomy; otherwise, it wouldn't be possible to be so precise."
"Knowledge of human anatomy?" Martin narrowed his eyes, and something flickered in his mind, disappearing when he tried to grasp it.
Alan nodded and continued, "Dr. Powell collected samples and evidence from the crime scene, but found nothing. It seems to have been cleaned up by someone. And the cleaning was done skillfully, like an experienced person."
Martin asked, "What about the surrounding surveillance?"
Alan said, "It's a remote countryside area with no surveillance! Besides, the surveillance cameras on the main road leading there have been out of order for a long time and haven't been fixed!"
"So, there's no evidence?" Martin's voice carried a layer of frost, like the chilling cold of winter.
Alan shivered, feeling a chill creeping through his body from the soles of his feet.
Despite the trembling in his heart, he had to nod stiffly, "After Sean's death, our investigation did indeed hit a dead end. Every time Grant met with his employer, the latter wore a hat and mask, making it impossible to identify him. According to him, Roger, who took Charles away, should have been the same. The only person who has truly seen their employer is Sean.”
Fearful of Martin’s anger, Alan carefully chose his words, “In other words, Sean is now dead. So, the only person who knew the identity of the employer is also dead.”
With a loud crack, Martin's fork snapped into two pieces. His eyebrows furrowed tightly, and a deep gloom filled his eyes as the temperature around them dropped.
Alan immediately lowered his head, not daring to take a breath, trying to minimize his presence.
Martin slammed the broken fork on the table and sternly said, "Investigate! Even if you have to go through every person in Ivara City, find the culprit for me."
"Ev-everyone?" Alan's eyes widened in shock, his voice trembling.
Ivara City had a residential population of over ten million, and including the floating population, it was at least twenty million.
Going through each and every one of them.
Was he joking or serious?
Martin raised an eyebrow, "Do you have any objections?"
Feeling the murderous intent in his icy gaze, Alan knew this wasn't a joke. He didn't dare utter a single word of 'no,' desperately shaking his head, "No, no objections. I will dispatch people to investigate right away."
*****
On board the OMM cargo ship.
Charles lay on the bed in the underground cargo hold while Roger placed rice and dishes on the table.
Then, he took out a medicine bottle from his pocket and took out a small white pill about the size of a grain of rice, putting it into one of the bowls of rice and stirring it evenly.
Making sure the pill couldn't be seen, he walked over to the bedside and forcefully woke Charles up, "Wake up, it's time to eat!"
Charles opened his eyes drowsily and rubbed his sleepy eyes.
"Eating again? Didn't we just eat?" Charles asked impatiently.
"Just a moment ago, that was all last night! This meal is for today," Roger replied impatiently.
"Oh!" Charles mumbled in a daze.
He got up from the bed, sat at the table, and picked up his chopsticks and bowl, but instead of eating, he asked, "Where are we going now?"
Roger, simple-minded with strong limbs, had no precautions at all. "Well, now that we've already set off, it doesn't matter if I tell you. I'm taking you to Kola Bay"
"Oh!" Charles nodded calmly, picked up a mouthful of food, and casually asked, "What level did you reach in PUBG? Do you want me to help you level up a few more levels?"
Hearing this, Roger's eyes instantly brightened, but he remembered what Grant had told him and reluctantly refused.
"No, I can level up by myself."
Charles continued to tempt him, "I have a lot of equipment. Do you want me to give you a few sets?"
"Equipment?" Roger's eyes sparkled even more, very tempted.
But in the end, he resisted the temptation.
"No, it's not necessary. I can get my own equipment."
Charles took another mouthful of food. "It's a skin gift pack."
"Skin... skin gift pack..." Roger widened his eyes in disbelief. "Such a precious gift, you want to give it to me?"
Charles countered, "Well, do you want it or not?"
In the end, Roger couldn't resist the temptation and eagerly nodded, "Yes, yes, yes! Of course, I want such a precious gift!"
Charles urged, "Then give me your phone. Be careful, I might change my mind."
Roger hurriedly got up to get his phone from the bedside table.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Charles swapped their bowls of rice. When Roger turned around, he saw Charles taking a mouthful of rice.
Roger's eyes flickered for a moment, and he handed his phone to Charles. "Give me the equipment before I eat."
He didn't want to fall asleep after eating and miss out on the equipment.
Following his words, Charles put down his chopsticks and used his phone to log into his own PUBG account, generously giving the skin gift pack to Roger.
Roger ate while watching him play.
He didn't even notice when he swallowed the pill.
Charles intentionally delayed, fiddling around, and only after Roger finished his meal did he pretend to exit PUBG and return the phone to him.
"Alright, I've already given you the big gift pack. Go and take a look!"
With that, Charles picked up his bowl and continued eating.
Excitedly, Roger took his phone and entered the game. Sure enough, he saw the big gift pack that was sent to him.
He immediately jumped onto the bed and started playing.
However, for some reason, his eyelids suddenly began to fight, and he yawned several times in a row.
He kept patting his face forcefully, he tried to keep himself alert. But his eyelids were getting heavier, his mind growing hazier...
It was the same yesterday, feeling drowsy after a meal, only to sleep until this morning. He had never slept so soundly before.
Charles calmly ate his food, waiting patiently for the sleeping pills to take effect. After a while, he heard Roger snoring behind him.
Charles immediately walked over, picked up Roger's phone, and accessed the program he had secretly installed, hacking into the Langley Group switchboard and deliberately exposing his own IP address.
He hoped Luke would find him quickly based on the IP address.
He had already exposed himself once yesterday, and the program had been running in the background, hoping that Luke could follow the IP address while staying connected.
Unfortunately, Roger's phone was too weak to handle the program he had installed, and it froze after a while.
He immediately restarted it.
At that moment, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the door.
Charles held his breath, his heart pounding as if it wanted to leap out of his throat--
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