Xu Cheng returned to the laboratory.
Fifteen days have passed today, and he hasn't come back for these fifteen days, fearing that seeing the queen bee die would cause his experiment to abort.
When he walked into the laboratory and went to the cage, he saw that the queen bee was gone.
There was no movement, and he thought that his dead body would have been gone long ago.
When he knocked on the glass jar, the queen bee came out of the honeypot hole and flew around!
Xu Cheng was overjoyed.
He looked at the date of the experiment done that night, yes, 15 days have passed!
But if you count the time that the queen bee survived before, it is equivalent to that it has lived for more than 20 days.
Of course, it's too early to say that genes prolong its life cycle, but Xu Cheng still thinks that it must have a lot to do with genes.
Xu Cheng still didn't release the queen bee, he planned to observe again to see how long the life cycle of this gene can be extended!
the next day.
Withers came to a certain office building in Las Vegas and made a temporary stronghold.
"Boss, the four of them have opened a room, the second floor of the Venetian Hotel, Presidential Suite 201." At this time, a subordinate reported the whereabouts of the four of Sal. They showed up as promised.
"Everyone is in position, they are about to act, everyone pay attention, if you find anyone with signs of gangster activities near the casino, report immediately and let them follow closely."
"yes!"
Plainclothes FBI personnel are already in place around several large casinos.
And in those breakfast halls, those who usually come to gamble are overcrowded and eating breakfast there. They have been watched closely by the FBI.
Once they gamble, they will be followed by plainclothes police immediately.
"Are the insiders of the casinos ready? Once someone enters, take out their mobile phone to check the signal, and immediately steal the information on his mobile phone to track down who is in charge of the plan."
Outside.
Those gangsters actually already knew about the gang of plainclothes policemen. They had intelligence, and they also had internet intelligence to know about these gangsters.
"A group of policemen, this is the information age, and they are still in plain clothes, and we don't know? Now just upload a photo on the social network, and it will be found in your ancestral grave." A member of the gang glanced at the distance The plainclothes policeman scoffed.
"Eat breakfast, don't bother with them, let them guard, anyway, today we are just here for breakfast." The other buddies said.
"This group of people is really funny, and the captain Withers is even more stupid. He came to a showdown with the boss yesterday without evidence. Isn't this a warning?"
"Who knows, they think that shouting 'I'm the FBI' will make others frightened, and they don't look at who we are, since they were the least afraid of intimidation since they were young."
Withers walked out directly, came to a coffee shop and stared at the Venetian Hotel, and when there was action there, he would rush into the presidential suite and catch who was ordering the bet on the spot.
At this time, Xu Cheng pushed open the door through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the coffee shop and came in. He looked around and saw that there were no seats left, but the long row of seats in the long row of Withers was empty, so he sat opposite Withers.
"Have a cup of Blue Mountain Coffee, thank you, and give me another copy of today's newspaper." Xu Cheng said to the waiter.
After the waiter handed him a cup of coffee and a newspaper, Xu Cheng gave him a tip of 10 dollars.
"Thank you." The waiter smiled slightly.
Tipping is a custom in the United States, and Xu Cheng also went to the country to do as the Romans do to make himself look more natural.
After he casually drank a cup of coffee, he looked at Withers.
Although Withers belongs to the FBI department, he is not responsible for keeping an eye on Xu Cheng, so he doesn't know Xu Cheng either, and just treats him as a passerby.
Xu Cheng took out his mobile phone and opened the mobile terminal of Facebook (Facebook social network).
At this time, he said to the mobile chat platform: "Let's get started."
Then a group of newly joined gang members filed out from various places and entered a certain casino.
Xu Cheng had already started operating in front of Withers. It's just that the people he uses are all new members of the Four Gangs who can guarantee that they have not left any criminal records in the police station. So those guys eating breakfast are actually just a front. That's why they laughed at the cops who were following them.
"No. 3, big!" Xu Cheng issued an instruction to the phone.
Withers was busy staring at the hotel and the reports of his subordinates, so naturally he didn't notice or think that a passerby in front of him was actually the one who planned it.
"No. 5, big!" Xu Cheng issued another command.
Withers subconsciously glanced at him and found that he was Asian, but he didn't care, and continued to drink his coffee and wait for the news. Because he felt in his heart that it was absolutely impossible for the gangster to mix with Asians.
"No. 1, small!" Xu Cheng issued another command to the phone. It's like someone chatting on a cell phone.
Withers just glanced at him with a frown and asked him, "What are you talking about?"
Xu Cheng smiled: "Playing a game, let's throw a sieve on the mobile phone, whoever guesses the closest number wins."
Withers nodded.
Xu Cheng looked at him and said, "You've finished your coffee."
Withers nodded: "I know."
Xu Cheng followed his gaze and looked out the glass window: "What are you looking at?"
"It's nothing." Withers was afraid that this guy would suspect that he was performing a mission, so he checked out and got up to leave.
After he walked out of the coffee shop, he stayed under the sun for an hour, and he yawned a little when he saw that the other party hadn't made a move. At this time, I received a call from my subordinates to report: "It's not good, boss! The person in charge of Alia Casino said that their money is growing negatively!"
This is another routine of being won quietly!
Withers hurriedly said to the headset: "The Presidential Suite of the Venetian Hotel, all of you will join me and rush in, and ask Alia's colleagues to track down the mobile phones of the gamblers there and steal their password content."
"Boss, the technicians are breaking into his phone, they encrypted it."
Withers: "sh*t! Hurry up and track it down!"
"Boss, all right, but he seems to be using the Facebook social network to deliver the message."
"Contact the person in charge of the social network, and we ask for authorization instructions to obtain user information." Withers said.
"No, boss, we don't have enough authority, I'm afraid we can't."
Withers was about to fly into a rage. Facebook's global market value of more than 400 billion US dollars is indeed not something they can use their rights to obtain information authorization at will. It is estimated that only people from the Ministry of Defense can negotiate.
Withers didn't care about it, and rushed into the Venetian Hotel online, as long as those four big shots who were issuing orders were caught on the spot, they could also solve the case together!
When they kicked open the presidential suite of the four big shots, they saw them playing cards.
Without saying a word, Withers raised his gun and rushed in with all the staff.
"Police, handle the case, cooperate with me, take out your mobile phones!" Withers yelled.
All the big and small ones in it cooperated and took out their mobile phones. Withers checked that almost no one had installed the Facebook client on their mobile phones, and no one was playing with their mobile phones. They were all in standby mode. It's just that there are no recent call records.
Withers narrowed his pupils: "The mastermind is someone else!"
(The fourth update is over and will continue tomorrow.)