"This is the live link of ABC. I am your old friend Tom Lee. Now I will broadcast a temporary interruption news for you. Now I am in the press hall of the Boston Police Department, where a press conference will be held here. The Boston police will show the results of the investigation of the traffic accident that occurred on the Tobin Bridge yesterday. There are still a few minutes left before the press conference. Let's review the traffic accident that occurred on the Tobin Bridge yesterday morning..."

"At about 9:23 yesterday morning, an extended Lincoln car was driving on the Tobin Bridge. The right front wheel suddenly exploded, causing the vehicle to lose control. According to witnesses, the speed was about forty miles at that time, which was not speeding. However, because the vehicle was out of control and the vehicle was in the rightmost lane, the vehicle unfortunately broke through the bridge guardrail and fell into the Mistic River, which was more than 100 feet high from the bridge. Although the rescue police arrived in time, only one survivor was rescued in the accident vehicle. It is reported that even the survivor suffered irreversible damage to his brain due to long-term drowning and had become a vegetative person. As for the other four passengers and a driver in the car, they all died of drowning."

"It is reported that the luxury car was Alfred Lowell, chairman of Boston First National Bank, who is also the only survivor in the car. In addition, Harper Lawrence, chairman of Massachusetts Mutual Life Insurance Company, was also riding in the car when something happened, but it is said that he had drowned. In addition, there was a driver and three bodyguards in the car, all of whom drowned in the accident."

"It is reported that Alfred Lowell and Harper Lawrence were preparing to attend a meeting yesterday, but unfortunately encountered this car accident on the way... Well, now the Boston Police Department's Sheriff Edward has come out. Let's point the camera at Sheriff Edward and listen to the most authoritative investigation results made by the police in this car accident..."

In a luxurious apartment next to Park Avenue in the Upper East Side, New York, Mike Aller sat in a comfortable large sofa watching the live broadcast of TV. On the sofa opposite him, Nathan Brown sat.

Mike Aller said to Nathan Brown with a smile: "It's a good job. Although that guy Lowell is not dead, the vegetable is also good. Well, have the three ghosts arranged it?"

Nathan Brown nodded with certainty, "Don't worry, boss, the three of them have arranged to go to the secret bases in Canada, the United Kingdom and the Netherlands respectively, they have no problem..."

Mike Aller pressed the remote control and turned the volume of the TV a little, and Sheriff Edward's voice came out on the TV.

"According to our investigation, the traffic accident that occurred on the Tobin Bridge in Boston yesterday morning caused five people to drown. One person suffered irreversible damage to the brain tissue due to long-term drowning. The man was temporarily in a coma. The name of the unconscious gentleman is..."

"In addition, we conducted a technical analysis of the salvaged car and confirmed that the traffic accident was caused by the sudden blowout of the right front wheel of the car, causing the vehicle to lose control and rush into the Mistic River. According to the analysis of our police technicians, the tire explosion of the vehicle was caused by the vehicle pressing a metal fragment similar to a steel nail during the driving process. Because there were no traces of gunpowder explosion or bullet strikes found in the tire that exploded, our technicians have ruled out the possibility of human-made traffic accident. Our police can confirm that the traffic accident was an accident... Finally, I hope God bless Mr. Alfred Lowell, and hope he can wake up as soon as possible..."

Hearing this, Mike Aller turned off the TV and the smile on his face became even stronger.

"Nathan, I'm curious how you did this. You know, it's a car that's running forty miles, and it's the tires of the wheels. That Robinson really has such a good marksmanship?"

Nathan smiled and said, "Boss, Robinson is an old sniper. When I was serving in the Delta Force, he served as my sniper instructor. His skills are absolutely fine. Moreover, before performing this mission, Robinson had conducted many experiments at a secret base in Canada. This kind of difficult sniping may be difficult for others, but it is not a problem for him."

After a pause, Nathan continued to explain: "As for the police not finding that this was a human accident, it is very simple. Robinson made a special modification of the warhead, so that as long as the warhead hits the tire, it will cause the same effect as the tire normally presses metal fragments and then blows the tire. Real bullet-shooting tires are easily detected, but using Robinson's method, the police cannot find any clues. Unless a high-speed camera happened to capture the moment when the tire exploded, in the current world, only five of us know that the traffic accident was actually caused by Robinson."

Nathan said very confidently, which made Mike Aller nod again with great satisfaction.

"Okay, this mission is very good. Please let the three ghosts rest with peace of mind. We will not use them before there is a special mission. I think Cole will be very happy if he learns this news."

When Nathan heard the big boss' name, he nodded seriously and said, "Serving the boss is my mission."

......

In a manor outside Pittsburgh, several core characters of the Mellon family gathered together again. Richard Mellon Skeve laughed and said, "I didn't expect that the arrogant Lowell and the Lawrence would have such an accident. One went to see God and the other became a vegetable. Hahahaha, is God's eyes open?"

Timothy Mellon, the fourth-generation mission of the Mellon family, also smiled and said, "Is this the so-called 'retribution' in Eastern metaphysics?"

Paul Mellon, the contemporary helmsman of the Mellon family, shook his head slightly and said, "This matter is really hard to say. On the surface, it seems that this is indeed an unexpected traffic accident. The police have ruled out the possibility of artificiality, but who can guarantee that this accident is really fine?"

When Timothy Mellon heard his father say this, he asked in surprise: "Father, do you think there is other insider information about this? Did Lowell and Lawrence be made like this by others?"

The son's problem made Paul Mellon shook his head slightly, "Timosie, of course I have no conclusive evidence, but this is purely out of my intuition. I always think this is not simple. After all, there are many things in this world that cannot be explained by common sense, such as where is the mysterious Cole Smith the god that emerged from?"

When Skeve heard Paul Mellon mention that name, he frowned, "Uncle, do you think this was done by the one who did it?"

"Haha, I didn't say that. I just put this matter together with the identity of that gentleman. Besides, I heard that the gentleman went to China for a trip..." Paul Mellon shrugged and said without comment.

However, after saying this, the room suddenly fell into silence.

After a long time, Richard King Mellon, who was sitting in a wheelchair, said solemnly: "Now ky investment fund is fighting with the Boston Consortium, and our friend went to China for vacation at this critical moment. This shows that he was either not worried that ky investment fund would defeat the Boston Consortium or to cover up his eyes and ears. Although I agree with the previous reason in my heart that the Boston Consortium is not a rival to ky investment fund, like Paul, I always have an intuition in my heart that I can't speak out. This intuition tells me that Lowell and Lawrence have such a thing as having a lot to do with our friend."

After a pause, a gleam flashed in the eyes of the old man, who was nearly ninety years old, "No matter what, no matter whether we have any evidence or not, we can get a result from this incident, that is, our friend is a cruel person. So, if there is no special situation, we'd better not offend him easily, nor easily challenge his bottom line. After all, he is now a loyal friend of our Mellon family, right? Think about it..."

Richard King Mellon's words made the room fall into silence again, and several core characters of the Mellon family showed a meditative expression.

And the same thing happened in Los Angeles, in Austin, in Chicago, in New York, in Wilmington, and even in Boston, in those luxurious villas or estates.

Although these tycoons who control the lifeline of the entire American economy have not confirmed one thing, the matter between Alfred Lowell and Harper Lawrence has invisibly erected a huge red warning sign for these tycoons...

These people are all serious tycoons, real tycoons who can control the lifeline of the entire American economy. They have been in Europe and the United States for so many years, and some things do not need conclusive evidence under certain circumstances.

These people often do things beyond common sense and law. Although they are usually gentle and gentle, once someone touches their interests, they have no bottom line. It is like the Boston consortium that created the attempted air crash of American Airlines Flight A152.

Similarly, they also witnessed another thing that had no bottom line. Although there was no evidence to prove that the traffic accident on the Tobin Bridge was the one who was the one who was the one who was in charge, in the eyes of these real tycoons, the evidence was no longer important.

This incident also made these real tycoons realize that Mr. Cole Smith was not a docile sheep, he was likely to be a lion, a lion who would revenge...
Chapter completed!