Kate didn't speak, but George already understood what she wanted to convey.
When did Killer King appear?
Friday night, which was the night before last, to be precise, it was the night they received the news and sent people to pick up Arthur's daughter, Jill, and his own daughter, Gwen.
"So, in that case…"
George's thoughts raced, he glanced at Prosecutor Arthur Stacy, who was still sleeping on an adjacent hospital bed, then looked at Kate: "Killer King isn't someone Arthur and I know. It's highly possible he's someone Jill Stacy knows?"
Yes.
That's right.
"That night, we received news that Jill also had a bounty on her head."
"Bob Hayes took people to pick up Jill."
"On the way back, Killer Butcher appeared, and then, Killer King appeared."
"Your theory makes sense."
The more George thought about it, the more he felt this theory seemed correct.
"It's just…"
After stating this theory, George still frowned, somewhat bewildered: "Killer King is someone Jill knows? Is that possible?"
Kate shrugged: "From the photos we currently have of Killer King, based on his appearance, Killer King should be under thirty years old."
The New York Police Department has limited clues about Killer King.
It's still the same old saying.
If not for the past two days, they wouldn't even have a frontal photo of Killer King. The clearest one they have is the photo of Killer King wearing sunglasses and a police uniform.
"I asked Ryan, and Ryan talked to Killer King."
"…Ryan, when?"
"Just yesterday, in fact, Ryan met Killer King in the elevator when Killer King infiltrated the police station."
"…"
George listened to this explosive news, looked at Kate, and after a moment of silence, asked: "How is Ryan now?"
"He's alright, a bit self-reproaching."
Kate's tone was relaxed: "Fortunately, you and Arthur didn't get hurt, otherwise, Ryan's self-reproach wouldn't be so simple."
Watching a killer infiltrate the police station and even conversing with him.
Ryan had been almost reclusive these past two days.
Fortunately, Arthur and George were not actually killed. If they had been, Ryan's state would probably be more than just reclusive and self-reproaching.
Killer King's operations were as fierce as a tiger, but he only took one head.
Alex Wylanck.
For Ryan, Kate, and the officers of the 12th Precinct, this was a blessing in disguise; only a criminal died, and their own people were safe.
If more than just Alex Wylanck had died, the entire 12th Precinct would likely have fallen into complete madness.
Now?
The 12th Precinct had no casualties, so there was no madness.
But…
"Who!"
"Who."
In a certain manor in Paris, France, a man with a gloomy expression pulled back the white cloth covering a headless corpse that had been urgently air-freighted, and he was completely distraught: "Who killed my son."
A man in black, wearing sunglasses, who had accompanied the body, stood with his arms crossed in front of him, listening to the question and looking at the grim-faced man.
"Killer King!"
The man in black said, adding to make a deeper impression on the gloomy-faced man: "The same person who killed Butcher the night before last."
The gloomy-faced man listened to these words, then looked at the headless corpse under the white cloth, and immediately thought of Killer Butcher, who, like his son, had also been decapitated.
The next second.
The gloomy-faced man swiftly covered the white cloth again, looked up at the man in black who had flown to Paris with the body, and almost gritted his teeth as he said: "I want him dead!"
Killing his clansman the day before yesterday wasn't enough; now, he had killed his son.
This was unbearable.
The man could disregard the death of his clansman, Butcher, after all, Butcher's profession was dangerous. He who kills shall be killed, and what goes around comes around.
But how innocent was his own son?
Obedient.
Sensible.
Except for sometimes liking a little thrill, he had no flaws at all; he could be said to be very well-behaved.
But what happened?
His son left alive, but came back cold, and without a head.
If this grudge wasn't avenged, how would others see him, how would his clansmen see him?
But…
The man in black's tone was flat, without any fluctuation: "No!"
The man looked up.
"What did you say?"
"Your people cannot act recklessly anymore."
"My son was killed, Phil, Alex was Nick's godson!"
"We know."
The man in black looked at the grim-faced man before him, whose face was filled with a desire for revenge, took off his sunglasses, revealing the benevolent face of Phil Coulson.
Phil Coulson looked at the man before him: "Although we intervened in time both times, the deaths of Butcher and Alex were witnessed by the New York Police Department. Director said that you cannot appear during this period. As for Killer King, Director already has a lead."
"Who."
The man in the suit heard this, his body wriggled, and he transformed directly from human form into Skrull form, with the same greenish skin and pointed ears: "Tell me, who!"
Phil Coulson shook his head: "I'm sorry, Talos, you cannot be involved in this matter. This is what Director told me when I came. I'm leaving."
Finished speaking.
Phil offered a gesture of condolence to the Skrull before him, now Talos Veranke of Veranke Industries, then turned and walked out.
Soon.
Phil Coulson disappeared from the Veranke Manor.
"Fuck!"
"Father."
Upon seeing Phil Coulson leave, Talos Veranke, who had just overturned the marble table in front of him, cursed, then looked at his daughter who had walked in, took a deep breath, and glanced at the white cloth beside him: "Amelia, your brother…"
"I know."
Emilia Wrandt interrupted Talos Veranke, walked to the white cloth, holding a can of cola in one hand, and with the other, pulled back the white cloth, looking at the headless corpse inside with an unchanged expression: "Although he is not my biological brother, I will find out who killed him."
Yes.
Alex Wylanck was not her biological brother.
To be precise, he was a hybrid born to her father Talos Veranke and an Earth woman.
Unlike her.
She was of pure blood, a pure-blooded Skrull.
No.
She was a Skrull princess, because Talos was the leader, and in the future, she would be the Skrull Empress!
"Don't worry."
Emilia Wrandt covered the white cloth, glanced at the very angry Talos beside her, and chuckled: "Leave this matter to me. What Uncle Fury knows, I also know."
Talos: "…"