Richest Man: Divine-Grade Reconstruct System

"Heh, based on what you're saying, can I assume that all of this is just your speculation?

Also, are you sure that the shell casing in your hand was fired from my gun?

I remind you once again, if you've wrongly accused me, it won't be a simple matter to resolve."

Lin Yi spoke loudly, clearly intending for the surrounding media to hear.

Especially when facing towards the Huaxia journalists, he gave a meaningful smile.

Obviously, Lin Yi was buying time for certain people.

"There's no need for you to argue here; the facts are right in front of us. Once we return and conduct a ballistic comparison between your handgun and the shell casing, it'll be clear! Alright! Handcuff him and take him away!"

After saying this, he looked utterly smug.

Such a high-and-mighty big shot, yet now he's being pressed down by me?

And moreover, this guy is a Huaxia person!

The feeling is simply incredible.

However, Lin Yi shrugged regretfully, then calmly said:

"Put handcuffs on me? Heh, you really do overestimate yourselves. Don't say I didn't warn you; I suggest you carefully check the items you confiscated from me first, see what type of bullets are inside, and then decide."

Dimo slightly furrowed his brow, his face showing obvious impatience.

At this moment, the captain, at some point, had already retreated to the perimeter to maintain order.

Thinking briefly, he looked around at the crowd of nearly a thousand people and couldn't help but let out a cold laugh:

"Heh, since you want to die, I'll make sure you understand."

At this, Dimo put on a pair of white gloves, opened the evidence bag, and said:

"Heh, I guess you want to use the opportunity of my check to erase your fingerprints? But rest assured, I'm very professional, haha."

Seeing Dimo's sly grin, Lin Yi couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

You have to admit, this guy is quite the actor.

At this moment, numerous camera lenses were all focused on the evidence bag in Dimo's hands.

And Dimo did not disappoint, directly taking the Glock handgun from the evidence bag in front of everyone.

With years of experience at the FBI, Dimo could feel the weight in his hand was definitely that of a real gun.

Especially since his service weapon was of the same model, there couldn't be a mistake.

A cold smile played on his lips as he skillfully pressed the magazine release button.

A clicking sound was heard, and the magazine was removed effortlessly.

But as the magazine came out, Dimo was momentarily stunned.

He wondered:

"Hmm? The total doesn't seem right? Could it be an empty magazine?"

At the same time, he seemed to have guessed Lin Yi's intention.

The magazine in this gun was empty, which might lead Lin Yi to claim that his gun didn't have any bullets.

Therefore, saying he committed murder would be absolutely false.

But Dimo wasn't concerned.

No bullets now doesn't mean there weren't any before; the gun might have been loaded with just one bullet previously?

Now, as long as it's a real gun, that's enough.

But just as his mind was racing, the surrounding reporters let out voices of confusion.

"Hmm? Doesn't the magazine look off?"

"What's in there? Why are the bullets stored upright?"

"No, no, no, those aren't bullets, definitely not bullets!"

All eyes turned to the gun and magazine in Dimo's hand with curiosity.

Some photographers even zoomed in to check.

Upon zooming in, someone quickly spotted the oddity.

Something was wrong with the magazine, or rather, it wasn't a magazine, just something that looked like one.

Amidst the buzz of amazement, Dimo finally looked down at the magazine in his hand.

At a glance, Dimo was stunned.

He quickly raised the magazine before his eyes to inspect.

"This! This! What is this?"

Looking closely, it was startling to see the magazine completely hollowed out.

This was actually a cigarette box!!

Yes, inside the magazine, there were a dozen thin cigarettes.

Yet what does this mean? Shaking his head, he asked:

"Did you swap the magazine? Tell me! Where's the real magazine!"

Dimo looked up at Lin Yi, his finger pointed accusingly at Lin Yi's nose, his tone harsh.

But Lin Yi, now rid of his previous friendliness, had eyes full of mockery:

"Watch your tone; it's been proven in front of everyone here that this is not a gun. Now, isn't it your turn to explain?"

To Lin Yi's words, Dimo opened his mouth, finally snorting coldly:

"Hmph, don't think there's no problem without the magazine. As long as this is still a gun, you're the primary suspect!

We will only make a final judgment after we perform a ballistic comparison when we return!"

As he said this, Dimo reached for the slide on the gun, wanting to check if a bullet had been left behind.

But as he moved, his face suddenly changed.

The slide wouldn't pull back!

Frowns deepening, he looked at the gun and tried forcefully to pull the slide again, but the result was the same.

"This, this! Is this a fake gun??"

Wow~

With Dimo's instinctive exclamation, the crowd erupted!

Numerous reporters quickly aimed to capture the moment.

But Lin Yi said nothing to Dimo's question, just watched him coldly.

"No, this can't be! It absolutely can't be fake!!"

Dimo, almost as if possessed, raised the gun and pulled the trigger towards the sky!

Seeing this, everyone around was stunned, instinctively covering their heads or ducking!

No joke, stray bullet trajectories can be quite terrifying.

If you get hit by a bullet just for watching the commotion, that would be disastrous!

Not only the surrounding crowd but even the nearby FBI agents instantly sought cover.

As everyone's actions played out, the gun Dimo held finally made a sound.

"Click"

Following the subtle click,...

[To be continued...]

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