Standard Chartered's cash check is paid as soon as you see the ticket, and the amount column is blank. That is to say, within a reasonable range, Matthew Miller can take enough pounds. This is undoubtedly a surprise for Mr Miller, who is in a difficult financial situation. He has no chance to meet such generous customers even in London.

But Matthew did not put the blank check in his pocket, and his expression did not change much.

"Miss, I will send you a bill. After you find all the things I need, we will contact you. You have my phone number, miss, sir." The former MI5 agent stood up, put on his hat politely, and picked up an umbrella.

"I can give you these things now." Liu Kunlun took out a plastic bag-sealed mobile phone from his bag, sent some letters to Goodwood, and handed them over with a napkin and a few names.

Before Wang Haicong was buried, except for his favorite Patek Philippe watch, other personal items were left as relics. The one with the most secrets in a person was his mobile phone. His mobile phone was Apple's new 3Gs with 32GB memory. It had been broken after soaking in the bottom of the North Sea for so long. He needed to find professional technicians to restore it before continuing to look for clues.

Liu Kunlun wrote the names of the five closest people Wang Haicong, namely Wang Huayun, Lin Haiying, Liu Kunlun, Chao Xiaochuan and celebrity girlfriend.

"Okay, then let's start immediately." Old Matthew started working neatly. His car finally had some connection with 007. It was an Aston Martin DB5 sports car produced in 1970, and it was also the standard 007 car since 1964. It has a birch body. Even in London, where classic cars are everywhere, it has a high turnover rate. With an old man driving, it has a strong OldSchool style.

This old car also made Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying think of Wang Haicong, who collected many antique cars, seemed to have this same as Aston Martin, and couldn't help but feel sad. They drove the same old style Rover and followed Matthew to see how the former agent investigated the case.

Matthew Miller relies on connections to investigate the case. He has acquaintances almost everywhere. He first found an IT hardware expert to repair the Apple phone, exported the photos and information inside, then visited Standard Chartered Bank and Wellington Hospital in London, and finally went to Aviva Insurance.

Wang Haicong mainly uses Standard Chartered Bank’s personal checks and an American Express black centurion card abroad. It is a bit troublesome to print a personal consumption list because the person involved has passed away and relevant legal documents are needed to continue. Wellington Hospital is a private hospital. Wang Haicong is here for a physical examination on schedule. His doctor provided the latest medical examination report and everything is healthy and normal.

Before going to Aviva Insurance Company, Lin Haiying called William Baldwin's business card number, turned off his phone, and no one answered the office phone. When he came to the insurance company to ask, he learned that Baldwin had not come to work, Matthew used a trick and got Baldwin's home address.

Baldwin lived in a high-rise apartment. The three of them went to visit. No one answered. Matthew took out a card and easily opened the marble lock. He walked into the room and found Baldwin sitting on the sofa in a strange posture.

Matthew put on a pair of rubber gloves for surgery, put his index finger and middle finger on Baldwin's neck artery, shook his head gently, and asked them to stand at the door and stop moving. He searched indoors and said, "It's done by veterans. What they want has been taken away. Call the police."

The police soon arrived at the scene. Because it involved human life, detectives in Scotland Yard took over the case, autopsy and trace detection took time. Liu Kunlun and others cooperated with the police to take a record as the first witness to the discovery of the deceased.

Baldwin was the first person to question the cause of Wang Haicong's death. His sudden death was undoubtedly a murder. This incident made Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying even more terrifying.

"Do you need additional bodyguard services?" Old Matthew was very good at looking for business opportunities, but Liu Kunlun shook his head: "It's better for the bodyguard to be yourself. Do you have any channels to buy a gun for me?"

Britain is a country with strict gun control. Even Wang Haicong's manor only has a few shotguns. Liu Kunlun needs a pistol for self-defense. Old Matthew refused: "I won't do illegal things, but I know that everything is sold in a place..."

The place where Old Matthew mentioned was a thrift store run by Pakistani people, located in the East End of London. The store's door was so small that it could be ignored. The store was dark and quiet. The owner sat in the corner, with shelves filled with handicrafts from the Indian subcontinent of the colonial period, and the glass counter was filled with old watches that were indistinguishable from real or fake.

Liu Kunlun told his purpose, saying that he was introduced by the customer by Old Matthew and wanted to buy a pistol. The boss stared at him for a while and said that he wanted two thousand pounds and wanted cash.

"I'll give you two thousand five hundred dollars." Liu Kunlun immediately took out a stack of banknotes, the boss counted them carefully, and looked at the watermark for each one. He agreed that you can leave and someone would give you goods after you go out.

Liu Kunlun believed that this guy would not lie. When he went out to get in the car, a South Asian child rode his bicycle by the car and threw a bag of oil paper in.

There is a gun in the oil paper bag. The FNM1935 pistol retired from the British army, and another *, with thirty bulk nine-mm bullets. Liu Kunlun pulled the gun chamber to see. The rifle was worn seriously and at least tens of thousands of bullets were fired. However, this scrapped thing is the best weapon you can buy. Besides, melee combat actually occurs within five meters or even closer. No matter how poor the accuracy is, it can hit the target.

In the evening, Old Matthew treated him to a restaurant on the roadside in East London. He drank whiskey and Scotland single malt whiskey wrapped in paper bags. It was strong and tasty.

"Hemingway said, never hesitate when facing the opportunity to kiss beauty and drink whiskey." Old Matthew raised his neck, drank a cup of strong wine, and filled another glass. "The wine in the Highlands tastes the strongest, because there is William Wallace and football hooligans who play all over the world, let us respect the unfortunate Mr. William Baldwin."

There is no doubt that Baldwin was silenced, and some people don’t want the truth about Wang Haicong’s death to be revealed. This poor, young, curious insurance claims specialist paid the price of his life.

The three of them had a solemn drink and got to the point.

Matthew Miller said that Wang Haicong's death was too suspicious, and he had no reason to die. Wang Haicong was healthy, had no depression, was young, had a bright future, had a harmonious relationship with his family, and did not encounter any Waterloo in his career. The Wang family has strong financial resources. Several investment projects that Wang Haicong himself was responsible for were in full swing, and there was also a beautiful and charming celebrity girlfriend. Why did he die?

"I read the letters. A month ago he booked a tourbillon watch from Lange and a new Ferrari car." Matthew looked at the shorthand with reading glasses. "He also has Swiss ski arrangements, Arctic Circle adventures, how could someone who lives so wonderfully, die?"

"But he suddenly flew into the sky in the early winter morning, when he was supposed to be sleeping in a warm bed, without notifying anyone or reporting the route. He flew over the North Sea and then fell down."

Old Matthew turned a page: "Mr. Wang's insurance contract is very large, and the compensation after death is 100 million euros, but this is nothing compared to the wealth of the Wang family, so it is impossible to cheat insurance. Since suicide is not valid, the only explanation is to kill him. Combined with Baldwin's killing, this conclusion is very clear."

Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying looked at each other, who would kill Wang Haicong?

"Maybe it's love killing," said Matthew. "Mr. Wang's girlfriend is a star. Her relationship with Mr. Wang is very well hidden, so maybe her secret relationship with others is also well hidden."

Lin Haiying couldn't help but retort: ​​"There's no need to kill anyone."

"Whether to kill or not is due to Mr. Wang's rival. When male animals compete for females, they are the most ferocious, cunning and terrifying. This person is not as good as Mr. Wang in all aspects, so only by eliminating him can I get what I want. Forgive me for being too rich in imagination. In fact, many cases have no logic, and it is precisely because of the absurdity that it is even more difficult to detect. But we can try it. I guess the murderer must be in the UK, or even in London." Matthew said in a wild way, and the two felt that it was simply ridiculous.

After dinner, it was already ten o'clock in the evening. Liu Kunlun and Lin Haiying left first. Old Matthew slowly took his Aston Martin. As soon as he started, a black man wearing a hoodie came over.

"Hey, this car is really good," said the black man.

"It's not bad." Old Matthew held a 7.65-caliber PPK in his left hand and pushed the car door. As long as the other party showed a little intention of robbing, he would make two holes in the car door and the other party.

Fortunately, the black man just said hello. Old Matthew continued to drive. After driving for a distance, he noticed someone following him. The two cars were alternately carried out. The stalking was very professional, but it could not be hidden from the senior agents.

He silently wrote down his license plate and did not go back to his home. He drove the car to the near Parliament Building on the south bank of Shizhong District. Next to it was the place where he used to work, the headquarters of MI5 - the Thames Building.

The stalker probably understood the cost and revenge it was faced with the risk of killing a former MI5 agent.

...

After three days, Matthew Miller was busy, and it was not until the fourth day that he made an appointment with two employers and took out a stack of photos in person.

The photos were taken with a telephoto lens and were printed by yourself. The black and white photos clearly show that Wang Haicong's ex-girlfriend's girlfriend entered and left the hotel and luxury goods store. The moment she crawled into the car, the sign on the street was in French.

"She originally lived in the Napoleon Hotel on the Champs-Elysees, an old five-star hotel. She went out with the Arc de Triomphe and a luxury store. Information shows that she stayed here every time she came to Paris, but you can see."

Matthew took out a photo: "This is the Paris Peninsula Hotel on the Street of Kleber. The two hotels are not far apart, two blocks apart. She stayed at the Peninsula Hotel at night."

The word stealing appears instantly in the minds of the two. Celebrities should pay attention to public influence and will not easily announce their relationship, especially when the other party is sensitive to their identities.

"What's more interesting is that I saw DGSI people in the lobby of the Peninsula Hotel." Matthew explained that they were not aware of the two and explained: "There are many intelligence agencies in France, such as DGSI, the domestic security agency, the EMS Security Office, the DCPJ General Office of the Judicial Police, and the DRPP General Office of the Paris Police. There are agents in the hotel saying that there are very sensitive guests living here."

Matthew spread out the registration records of the Peninsula Hotel within a week, which was obtained by abnormal means, but there seemed to be no special person on the guest list, such as the Middle East Oil Prince, the U.S. IT upstart or the Chinese rich and wealthy official. The room rate for the Peninsula Hotel is as high as 500 euros per night, which is not something that ordinary tourists can afford.

Liu Kunlun's heart was tightening, and it seemed that the truth was getting closer and closer. The female star had a private meeting with someone after the funeral, which was enough to explain the problem. Perhaps Wang Haicong really died of murder, a murder committed by an international killer hired for a large sum of money.

Lin Haiying's heart also hangs up, and she can't help but reach out to Liu Kunlun, so that he can feel safe by holding it.

Seeing Matthew's calm look, Liu Kunlun knew that the old boy was confident and couldn't help but urge him to ask, "Who is it?"

"A mysterious Asian." Matthew took out another photo like squeezing toothpaste. The person in the photo was very tall, but it did not cause a sense of oppression. Because he was very thin, he wore a hat, mask and sunglasses, and could not see the color of his skin and hair. The coat he was wearing was very fashionable, and he couldn't even hide his star style.
Chapter completed!