Life in North America, you call this an autopsy officer?!-Chapter 497 - 277: The Cruel Truth_3

Maggsi mumbled weakly.

Anger flashed across Green’s dark face.

"This guy is truly revolting, making people dig their own graves before killing them.."

After repeated questioning,

Brian and Green finally learned the truth behind this old, cold case.

..

The reason was simple: it was all for a house.

Maggsi’s life wasn’t going well.

Though being a realtor could be profitable, the industry was highly competitive, and he wasn’t the boss—just an employee. Hence, he rented his home and rarely saved any money.

As he grew older,

he began to dream of buying his own place.

Houses in ordinary communities in Los Angeles weren’t that expensive, with some priced as low as seventy or eighty thousand dollars.

The problem was Maggsi had no cash.

He had done the math—if he took out a mortgage to buy a house, most of his income would afterward go toward mortgage payments, home insurance, property taxes, and maintenance fees, leaving him with very little for his day-to-day expenses.

The key point was that he couldn’t afford to lose his job.

If he were unemployed, he’d face the risk of bankruptcy.

Upon calculation, Maggsi found himself in a dilemma.

With his average earning capabilities, buying a house would mean turning into a beast of burden on the verge of bankruptcy from any sudden mishap.

But not buying made him uneasy.

Was there a way to own a house without dealing with hefty mortgage loans?

There actually was!

While on the job, Maggsi accidentally discovered that some landlords of rental properties didn’t live locally.

If, at that time, the house became damaged or community facilities needed repairs, and the tenants intercepted the community’s bills, causing the landlords to remain unaware of the issues for a long time,

something interesting would happen: to recover the money, the community’s management company would sue the property owner, which would lead to an eviction and auction of the property..

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Whose fault was it for not paying?

Of course, these properties had to have one characteristic—the house had been rented out for a long period.

These landlords rarely, if ever, left an email or similar contact information on file.

If somebody could then trick the owner into changing their phone number,

it would mean all bill notifications had to be mailed physically.

What came next was easy.

Maggsi started choosing the property that would become his own.

Thanks to his business dealings, he was well-acquainted with the community’s residents.

To avoid costly labor fees, these residents often sought out realtors for more affordable manpower.

Coincidentally,

Maggsi found out that one of his contacts, the original owner of a house— a Mexican guy—was planning to flee early after being reported for employing illegal workers.

So, Maggsi immediately found a homeless man he’d worked with before, claimed he could let him live in a house for free, and had him approach the Mexican guy expressing interest in renting the property.

Considering it was additional income, the Mexican agreed.

Maggsi began paying the rent on time.

This process continued for over a year.

The stable rental income relaxed the landlord.

Moreover, he had moved elsewhere and changed his social circle, so he didn’t focus much on his property in Los Angeles.

Then, it was time to proceed with the plan.

Everything went smoothly.

The only issue was that even though the house would be auctioned at an absurdly low price, it was still some amount of money.

So how could Maggsi get his hands on that money?

Maggsi had a cunning trick up his sleeve.

When he felt the time was right, he called up the cooperating homeless man, and under the pretense of looking for cash the house’s owner had reportedly buried in the backyard, the two began digging a large hole together.

Next came drugging, dismembering, filming.

Poor people often believed that they were worthless, penniless, too sickly to even sell their organs.

But actually, they undervalued themselves.

Gruesome and gory videos could be sold for a decent amount of money on some niche websites.

After that,

Maggsi followed the same procedure, repeatedly luring those fools who trusted him into the house, then making them dig their own graves, dosing them, dismembering them, torturing them, filming...

Eight people later, Maggsi had made over fifty thousand dollars.

In the end, he successfully purchased the house he had long coveted.

It was just that the backyard of the house now contained the remains of eight unmissed, poorly ended lives..

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"What a beast!"

Green looked at Maggsi, who was barely hanging on to life, wanting to inflict more harm.

With a smile, Brian consoled, "He won’t have a good end."

His research institute was newly opened and needed some material.

A high-quality talent like Maggsi, with just a call, wouldn’t need to be sent to prison after sentencing but could be directly taken to the institute’s internal facilities to be dealt with.