"You want to release Clyde right now? Brandy?" In the meeting room of the FBI's office building in Oregon, female agent Tia raised her voice, her glamorous face filled with disapproval.
"Since he is innocent, we can't keep him detained." Leo answered calmly on the metal table with both arms.
"However, as Bi Qing said, if he is released, the murderer is likely to make another shot in the short term."
"Then protect the target population. We can concentrate the scattered targets to a certain point, so that we can strengthen the protection and ensure the personal safety of the target."
"How to focus?"
"For example, I can give Clyde a hint that someone on the campus who has never been in harmony with him reported him. That dude's revenge is very strong. After being released, he will find that person to vent his anger, causing extremely strong The conflict completely attracted the murderer's sight to him alone."
"You are... to use an innocent citizen as a bait to lure the murderer!" Tia looked at Leo incredulously, as if she knew him at this moment, "Have you ever thought about the serious consequences of doing this? There is a loophole in our protection net-even if it is just a little bit bigger, it may put his life in danger!"
"Then protect him thoroughly! Put the most advanced signal transmitter and monitor on him, monitor closely for 24 hours, use rubber bullets when catching, in short, use all the methods we can think of!" Ou raked his hair with his fingers a little irritably, "This is a great opportunity. If I missed this time, the campus serial killer is likely to escape from under our noses, dormant for a period of time and then shoot again, until then the victim But there is far more than one person!"
"Of course I know this is a good opportunity, but it does not mean that we must take advantage of this opportunity! We have other ways to catch that scum, not necessarily to bet on the personal safety of an innocent person!" Tia aggressively Roaring, turned his head and shouted at Rob: "Why don't you use your voting rights? We are two to one, let Leo's proposal go to hell!"
"Uh, actually," Rob hesitated, "I think Leo's method is still quite feasible..."
"—You guys who are embarrassed!" Tia slapped the table angrily, making a muffled noise. "Leo, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! I thought you were upright and rigid like a textbook, but now it seems that you are a utterly unscrupulous bastard! Bastard!"
Leo looked at her with a pair of calm and indifferent dark blue eyes, and slowly said: "I really do not use any means, as long as I can achieve the only purpose-to bring all criminals to justice. If you can give more constructive Sexual opinions, instead of ranting here, I will consider whether to change the decision. Now, let’s talk about it."
Tia seemed to be choked by a foreign body, and suddenly there was no sound. She turned her eyes for help to the oldest agent present: "Doctor..."
The silver-haired old man raised his head from the information room and helped the lens on the tip of his nose: "I said earlier, I am a technician, and I only provide technical reference opinions. You still have to come and take the decision to act. Otherwise, you guys. Vote?"
"No need!" Tiya said grimly, "I give up my opposition, but reserve the right to report and impeach to the headquarters in the future."
"I agree." Leo said flatly.
Leo felt the roar of the second generation ancestor still echoing in his ears when he left the detention room of the Portland Police Department. He walked straight to the black Chevrolet SUV and ignited the car to start. Rob moved a few times in the passenger seat, and finally couldn't help but said, "Do you have to use that kid... I mean, the city police will definitely oppose it."
Leo said: "I didn't expect it to be him. It would be very troublesome to involve police family members. But you saw it just now, but with a slight hint, Clyde pointed the angry finger at Quentin, even the process of suspicion. They are completely omitted, and they are directly up to the conclusion. It can be seen that there have been conflicts and hostility between them. Now even if I want to change the target, that extreme dude will not believe it."
Rob sighed deeply, "I can't imagine the reaction of Sheriff Trevey when he learned about it. I heard that he loved this only son very much, especially since his wife went on vacation a few years ago, and when she came back, it became a divorce. After the agreement."
"Then don't let him know, since it's a foregone conclusion." Leo couldn't see any fluctuations in his face wearing sunglasses. "Go back and mobilize the special service team. I need at least ten people, two in the surveillance car, three A tracking protection, 24-hour shifts. Before Clyde Brandi is released tomorrow, GPS signal transmitters and monitors must be installed in place, and I will stare at Quentin to death, and I can’t make any mistakes."
"I'll go back and make arrangements." Rob nodded.
Clyde? Brandi’s release caused another wave of waves in the local media. Debates about whether the police acted for favoritism and whether the son of a congressman was truly innocent was seen everywhere in the newspapers, and TV stations were scrambling to broadcast the young Brandi under the escort of bodyguards. Coming out from the door of the police station, the footage was bombarded by countless reporters.
"I said that I didn't kill people." When the blond and rich second generation saw the sky again, they still looked so bright, "but that doesn't prevent me from paying tribute to the Rose Killer: Hi, good job, man! Come! on!" He brazenly made a shooting gesture toward the camera lens.
Beside the TV screens in the bars and street windows, the stopped audience let out an angry hiss.
On the second day of Clyde’s release, another student brawl took place on the campus of the State University. The city police son and the congressman’s son took their relatives and friends to the battle. The two sides were evenly matched. If the security hadn’t arrived in time, At least one party will be beaten to the blood.
This time the school can no longer ignore it. In order to avoid the turmoil of the campus where the murders had just occurred, the two leading students were suspended for three days after being sanctioned and asked their parents to take them back for ideological education.
On the fourth day, after school in the afternoon, Quentin met with friends and went to a nearby bar to have fun and change mood. Six or seven college students, including Lei Zhe, were drunk, and one of them vomited all the way from the box to the hall. Lei Zhe was the first to die. He was yelling to go home, and he was dizzy and bumped into the floor-to-ceiling windows. His companion had to call a taxi, stuffed him into the car full of nonsense, and told the driver his address.
After spending more than an hour in the blurry lights and twisting hot girls, Quentin received a call and walked vainly towards the nightclub door. "What's the matter, Quentin?" a companion who was still sober called behind him. The black boy shook his fingers in mid-air and answered something, his voice was completely swallowed up by the hot electronic music of the nightclub.
"He probably wants to go out and vomit," another half-drunk boy said, "It's okay, let's continue..."
"The target left the bar, got in a car, and headed towards the State University." In a huge van, the FBI agent staring at the monitor screen said with a headset. "He answered the phone before leaving, but The surrounding noise is too loud, and I cannot hear it in the monitor."
"Watch him." Leo's voice came from the earphone. "Shadow, keep a certain distance, but don't let it go. Report at any time."
"Yes, sir." Several other voices in the channel replied at the same time.
At midnight, the taxi stopped at the entrance of the university campus. Quentin got out of the car door and burped. Jiujin faded away in the cool night breeze. He walked for about twenty minutes, across a large open lawn, and entered a stadium with the lights out.
"The target enters the C10 area."
"Follow up. Be alert for emergencies and be prepared for battle."
"receive."
Entering the athlete’s rest area, the black youth fumbled on the wall to find the light switch, and found that there seemed to be a problem with the lighting system. He took the phone out of his pocket and took pictures with a miniature flashlight. There was a slight noise from the depths of the room: "Hi." Apparently someone was greeting him and beckoning him to pass.
The monitor sent a conversation to the monitoring device of the field car: "I thought you had gone back early. What happened to you in such a hurry to call me out?" There was a crisp sound, followed by the black boy complaining, "Damn it , This place doesn't even light up, and there are so many mosquitoes!"
"Leave the mosquitoes alone, soon they won't bother you again. Listen, we have a better fun, much more fun than going to a nightclub to drink and pick up girls." This is a male voice, which sounds very young. O feels a bit familiar, but can't remember where he has heard it.
"What do you want to say?"
"You know, today I pretended to be a cheerleader and left a small note for Clyde. That's right, it's the blonde busty. I bet Clyde dreams of suffocating in a pair of G-class meat bombs. "
"I have a hunch, then what?"
"Then he came to the gym at the appointed time, ready to go on an ecstatic date—did you hear the door beating in the locker room? I guess he was impatient."
"Ha! You locked him in the locker room? Man, you are such a genius! I've long wanted to find a chance to clean up this bastard!"
"Now this opportunity is here—you didn't tell others, did you?"
"Of course not. Didn't you say you want to keep it secret on the phone."
"Excellent. Come on, let's cover our faces. The headgear is in the backpack on the bench."
Then came the sound of footsteps, and the black boy was walking towards the bench by the wall, bending over to pull the zipper on the backpack—
A sharp warning flashed through his mind, and Leo tightened his heartstrings in an instant, and shouted into the miniature headset as he rushed past: "Action! Right now!"
Following the three plainclothes agents hiding behind the closet and door, they jumped out, raised their pistols and shouted: "Freeze! Don't move! FBI!"
The moment the agents were preparing to act, the figure behind Quentin also made a movement that caught him off guard, and suddenly strangled his throat with a sturdy left arm from behind. The murder weapon held tightly in the right hand was clearly visible in the searchlight of the flashlight—it was a cut, baseball bat-thin branch, with a deadly waxy white at its hard, sharp tip.
Rubber bullets roared out of the gun. Although the light was dim, close shots made at least four or five bullets hit the non-critical part of the assailant at the same time. The limbs seemed to be beaten severely by a few iron rods, and the severe pain was accompanied by loss of mobility, causing the victim to be paralyzed instantly, and fell to the ground with a painful sob.
Leo cut back his hands to suppress him, handcuffed steel handcuffs, quickly ending the five-day battle.
In the white light of the flashlight, federal agents saw his face clearly.
"It's you... Lei Zhe? Tang En," Leo uttered his name clearly, and his dark blue eyes were cold, "The real murderer of the campus serial murder case."
Despite being covered by the messy curly black hair, the Hispanic boy's slender eyebrows still showed tenaciously from the hair. In the constant pain, he pulled away an unruly smile at the federal agent, showing no weakness. Replied: "Good evening, Leo, you are half an hour early."
"That's really a pity, I have always had a sense of time." Leo said coldly, and ordered his men: "Read him the Miranda Declaration, and then take the car." When he walked by the almost frightened black youth, he Added another sentence: "Send him back to the city police station and return it to Officer Trevi, tell him that the FBI appreciates his help."
"...Let me out! I have claustrophobia..." An agent opened the locked locker room in the rest area, and the blond youth banged the door and cried out and rushed out, "Damn, I must kill you all. This group of hybrid pigs..."
Leo grabbed him by the front and lifted it up. "Boy, imagine: The FBI did not set up ambush. Quentin was tortured in the school gym lounge. When people opened the door and found the horrible body, you just got out of the blood. Waking up... Isn't this exciting scene?"
Clyde shuddered suddenly, as if only then realized: Just a few minutes ago, he had passed the greatest danger in his life, and this deadly trap was enough to send him to the death penalty injection stand!
"If this lesson still doesn't make you learn to keep a low profile, next time you remember to ask Congressman Brandi to hire a good lawyer for you." Leo loosened the collar of the second generation ancestor contemptuously and turned and walked out of the room.
Portland Police Department.
"... You damn, bastard!" The extreme anger distorted the muscles on the black sheriff's face, and recklessly threw a punch at Leo.
Leo grabbed his wrist quickly, and then rushed up to two FBI agents to hold down the sheriff who had lost his mind and began to draw his gun. Trevi struggled and snarled angrily: "You dare, dare to use my son as a bait, and throw him under the butcher's knife of a perverted killer! You bitch, I'm going to kill you the fuck !"
Leo's eyes drooped slightly, staring at the opponent's bright police leather boots. The toe of the boots reflected the pale light of the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling, like a tragic dream fragment. Facing the anger of his colleagues, his handsome and serious face was unmoved, and he said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry that I didn't say hello to you beforehand, but this is the best chance to catch the murderer. I can't just let it go. As a law enforcement officer, I think you should understand. And I have taken protective measures to ensure your son’s personal safety. He was just a little frightened and he would be fine after a rest."
"Go to your mother's protective measures!" Trevi gritted his teeth. "That is my son. I will never allow him to be threatened with a little bit of life! Instead of you, would you let your family stand on the edge of the cliff?"
"If you do this, you can save the lives of more innocent people-yes." Leo replied without thinking.
"You son of bitch!" The black police officer exploded with a sharp curse. Before he struggled to jump over again, he was pulled by a group of city police to persuade him to leave the room.
Rob looked at his back, his always slick and sloppy expression seemed a little worried at the moment. "I think if your way of speaking can be euphemistic, maybe his reaction will not be so intense." He whispered to his partner, "We all know that you have no better choice-we must release Clyde? Randy, days and days will be the same. And the conflict between him and Quentin is inevitable, not today, it will be someday soon. Quentin has a high probability of being the murderer. A goal, you just used this established fact, caught the murderer, and did your best to protect the boy. From an objective and rational point of view, you are not wrong at all. But Leo, you have to know a lot. People-it should be said that the vast majority of people cannot always look at issues objectively and rationally, especially when it comes to things that are very important to them."
When you find something like that, and then face the same multiple-choice question, you won't give an affirmative answer without thinking like you did today. Rob added something in his heart, then patted his partner's shoulder comfortingly.
Leo glanced at him, his eyes flashed with a dim light of confusion, and quickly disappeared under the deep dark blue sea. "I'm going to the interrogation room to pry open that guy's mouth, are you coming?" He asked his partner routinely.
"I thought I could open a bottle of champagne to celebrate, and then take a good night's rest—" Rob said gloomily. "To reward us we caught another serial murderer."
"Do you know how many serial killers are currently active in the United States based on estimates from the headquarters?"
"How much?" Rob asked.
"About 300." Leo replied, "How many victims do you think are making desperate calls for help while we are resting?"
"Okay, okay, we don't need to rest, just change to a lithium battery." Rob raised his hands dejectedly, and fell again under the aura of justice of the black-haired agent.