The deaths of these two people were too bizarre; according to what was said, even if they were thrown from the balcony, they couldn't have been thrown this far.
Additionally, the deceased's home was also surveyed, but the result was nothing. No extra traces remained.
The opponent's experienced methods gave the man the illusion that he was facing a veteran detective with decades of experience.
This kind of anti-reconnaissance awareness means the killer's identity is definitely not simple; it's highly possible that he once worked in a similar field.
Perhaps this could be used as a starting point for screening, but this would certainly not yield results in a short time.
If this matter involved that kind of existence, it would no longer be within their jurisdiction.
Just as he was thinking this,
"Boss, we found something!"
At this moment, a young police officer ran over from the side.
In his hand, he held a black-covered tablet.
"We found a suspect when we were reviewing the surveillance footage."
"Oh? Well done."
The square-faced man's expression shifted slightly as he took it and looked.
He saw a video filmed from the side.
The video was very short, only about three or four seconds, but fortunately, most of the person's face was clearly captured.
The gruesome scar on the person's brow bone, which almost ran across the entire face, was extremely conspicuous.
"This is Zhao Shi..."
The square-faced man's face looked strange.
Zhao Shi, thirty-four years old.
He once served in a special forces unit of the Federation, and after a certain battle, he was injured and had to retire.
Later, he married and had children, and for livelihood, he obtained the Federation's Golden Fist Level professional certification.
He became a professional boxer.
He had always been described as honest and simple, not good at expressing himself, but kind-hearted.
But it was such a person who committed a horrific murder.
The reason was that his elderly mother, who stayed in his hometown, was beaten to death, and his wife, who had just given birth, was even raped by several people.
After being raped, the wife, unable to cope, directly committed suicide with their child who was only a few months old.
Upon learning of this situation, Zhao Shi said nothing, took a car home overnight, and under the cover of night, snuck into the homes of the several perpetrators.
He massacred all forty-one people of their entire families, not even sparing the infants in swaddling clothes.
After this act, he seemed to have completely opened the Pandora's Box in his heart, subsequently causing several more horrific cases.
Although the people killed were not good people, killing was ultimately a fact, and he was still wanted.
Unfortunately, due to his past experience, his anti-reconnaissance methods were extremely strong, and the scene traces were handled perfectly.
He basically left no traces, which is why he hasn't been caught yet.
"If it's him, then it certainly makes sense. Unfortunately, although this guy is formidable, he's still an ordinary person. If he takes that step, he can be handed over to those people to deal with..."
The middle-aged man sighed.
...
Bang!
A tremendous force echoed!
Sunlight streamed into the room through the curtain gaps, clearly showing tiny dust particles floating in the air scattering to both sides.
The value on the screen of the force measuring device changed for a moment, finally settling on an astonishing number.
396kg!
Converted, that's 792 catties.
This value far exceeds the Golden Fist Level.
"It's a pity, it's still quite a bit short of the true human body limit value."
Hu Qi frowned and withdrew his fist.
No wonder Chen Wu said that a thousand catties of strength was just a theoretical value; normal people could only infinitely approach it, but never reach it.
He currently had several Perfection Fighting Techniques stacked on him, but there was still a gap to this goal.
Then, he exhaled lightly.
"I'm being a bit ungrateful."
From the previous 211kg to the current 396kg, it only took a little over ten days.
This speed could be described as riding a rocket.
And the reason Hu Qi was able to achieve this was naturally due to the scarlet panel and his efforts.
After all, without his diligent practice to master the skills,
and his hard work in collecting modification values and issuing commands, the scarlet panel, no matter how strong, wouldn't be able to function.
A dead object is, after all, just a dead object.
"I need more Fighting Techniques!"
The improvement of Fighting Technique can drive the growth of physique.
This method is almost impossible for ordinary people to achieve.
After all, no matter how good one's Aptitude is, mastering a Fighting Technique to Perfection is definitely not something that can be done in a short time.
However, this does not include Hu Qi.
As long as he has enough modification values, he can use the panel to stack Fighting Techniques and continuously improve rapidly.
"Moreover, I need more exotic beasts. Although the Zhangcha Duck can provide an egg every day or two, it's still too slow, not to mention that the modification values have already been invested in the two skills of criminal investigation and makeup."
The former, Fighting Technique, is easy to solve, as long as there is money.
But exotic beasts, so far, there are no clues, so he can only rely on luck.
"It's a pity, if I had Transmigration as a rich second generation, I could spend money to find people, which would be far more efficient than waiting like this."
Hu Qi complained.
He glanced at the force measuring device, pressed the reset button, then turned to leave.
However, just as he was about to reach the door, a series of heavy footsteps came from afar.
Looking up, a burly figure came into view.
Dark skin, a martial arts uniform stretched tightly over his body.
It was Simms, whom he had met once before.
His shoulders were broad, and the muscles of his exposed arms were taut, their lines rising and falling like mountains.
Hu Qi moved to the side, waiting for the other person to pass first.
Simms said nothing, merely glanced indifferently, and walked past him directly, entering the force measuring room.
Hu Qi took a look and turned to leave.
...
Inside the force measuring room.
Simms came to the force measuring device, raised his hand to assume a fighting stance, and took a deep breath.
"Hah!"
He let out a low shout, slightly raised his arm, clenched his fist, and struck!
Whoosh!
His fist directly smashed onto the force plate, emitting a dull sound.
323kg!
Upon seeing the value displayed on the screen, Simms's lips curved upwards, revealing a smile.
Compared to the previous 315kg, this time it increased by 8kg, which is about 16 catties.
Simms was very satisfied with this improvement.
This was the result of his hard training these days.
Strength becomes increasingly difficult to improve the further one progresses.
His current speed was not slow at all.
"This time, I will definitely be first among this batch of Core Class newcomers."
His tone exuded great confidence.
As he thought this, he slid the screen with his hand, habitually bringing up one of the pages.
It was another function of this force measuring device.
【Punching Power Leaderboard】
It could record all the data of strength measured on the force measuring device, arranged from lowest to highest.
