The second basement floor of the Chicago FBI office building.
The violent and dull gunfire sounded continuously, reverberating for a long time in the enclosed space. Human-shaped targets continue to pop out of the dark and move quickly. In the dense gunfire, each target appears for less than three seconds, and a small black hole will be punched out in the center of the ring, and it will fall backwards.
Suddenly five human-shaped targets popped out from behind the shelter, moving forward at different speeds and trajectories, but the gunner was just empty at this time, only the last bullet in the barrel was left. Between the lightning and the fire, he single-handed Pressing the magazine card with a thumb to exit the empty magazine, and pulling out the new magazine from the waist with the left hand and inserting the pistol upwards, the whole process was completed in one go, and it only took 0.5 seconds! Immediately, five shots were fired, which seemed to be sent by a letter hand who had no time to aim, but hit the center of the bullseye, and the five moving targets almost fell at the same time.
The gunshots stopped abruptly, and an electronically synthesized female voice reported the result: "Mobile explicit and hidden target training is over. Type: Anti-hostage shooting training. Venue: 1. Difficulty: A level. Number of targets hit: 38. Hit rate: 100%. Average response time: 1.39 seconds. Comprehensive score: A+."
Leo's tense muscles slowly relaxed, put down the pistol, and took off the soundproof earmuffs. On a cylindrical metal platform more than one meter high, the microcomputer reminded him whether to save the training results, and reminded him that the results have refreshed the best record on the leaderboard. Leo indifferently clicked "Cancel" on the touch screen, put the gun away, and left.
"Hi!"
The voice of a man behind him yelled. The sound was extremely strong and vigorous, as if it had burst through the throat after hitting it thousands of times in the chest, with a roar and reverberation like a stereo speaker.
Such a personal tone is really... Damn familiar! Leo walked towards the exit unexpectedly, consciously speeding up.
"Hi, hi! I'm sure you have heard it, my beautiful, fierce little pony~" the voice whispered behind him.
Leo had to stop, and turned around like a frosty face, coldly looking at the big bald guy in front of him-6 feet 5 inches (1.96 meters) tall and 225 pounds (102 kg) weight, like an iron tower. Standing upright, the bulging muscles all over his body contain terrible blows and explosive power. But more terrifying than this huge force is the unarmed fighting technique that was born to kill the enemy. That pair of steel legs that can kick 4 legs per second and break a 2.7-inch-diameter iron pillar in one go. It was once the world's top black market boxing. 157 hard skulls were kicked in the game.
Anthony? Queirot, Brazilian American, born in a Siberian training camp, nicknamed "Chariot of Death", has been invincible in the black market fighting competition known for "no rules and no restrictions" for eight years, with a record of 199. 198 wins, 157 of which killed opponents. The only and last defeat that cost him a heavy price for broken arms, clavicle, three ribs, and severe concussion. He was dying at the time. He was considered by the black market bosses to be worthless, and he was almost killed. Fortunately, he was accidentally rescued by several federal police, and he was lucky enough to be taken to the best hospital for treatment. The police hoped to use him as a breakthrough to cut off the big net of the black market boxing competition. Unfortunately, as a participating boxer, even the boxing champion, he didn't know much about it. In the end, he only destroyed a circle of net knots outside the big net. Anthony, who survived tenaciously and recovered most of his stamina, relied on the previous agreement with the Department of Justice, and with his still far beyond ordinary strength and rich skills, became the unarmed combat instructor of the FBI's New York branch.
Leo, who had not been transferred to the headquarters three years ago, was tortured by the black boxing instructor on the fighting training ground of the New York branch. In fact, this is not a shameful thing. You must know that all the agents who have fought him, even the well-trained special police, are all cleaned up and posted properly. The key is that this guy is gay and has been Showed an unusual "sexual interest" to Leo.
After a certain training session, he triumphantly said to Leo: "Is it very uncomfortable? It's a pity, in order to complete the prescribed fighting skills training course, you have only two options: one, defeat me. Two, like I cried like a girl and went to the boss to complain about my sexual harassment. Which one do you choose?"
The result of this workplace sexual harassment incident was that the angry student had a fractured tibia, and the unscrupulous instructor was only kicked green on the cheek.
Now this guy appeared on the underground training ground of the FBI Chicago branch. Although 80% was just a chance encounter, Leo had the first time he saw him and rekindled the urge to kick that bright bald head.
Anthony uses a provocative look, from the handsome face of the black-haired agent full of mixed blood, to the firm chest and well-proportioned waist under the tight short-sleeved T-shirt, to the tight buttocks and slender that the loose military pants still can’t hide. I scanned my legs very "vigorously", and the tip of my tongue slowly licked his upper lip: "I haven't seen you in three years, you have become more mature, Leo, and hotter and hotter... Come on, let me see except that it looks more delicious Besides, do you have any other growth?" He hooked Leo's big index finger, and put on a provocative posture of "bring the horse here".
Leo said blankly: "It's a pity that you are no longer my instructor, and I have no obligation to provide real-life demonstration materials for the combat training courses of the Chicago branch." After that, he simply turned his head and left. At the moment of turning, he swiped his right leg and hit Anthony's temple with the sound of hunting wind.
"—Unexpectedly, this trick works well!" Anthony said as he tilted his head back, easily avoiding a swift kick.
Leo missed a hit, the inertia drove his body to spin a circle, and then a right leg kick, biting the opponent's left rib like a viper. If this leg kicked hard, even a strong man like Anthony would have to break it. Two ribs. He had to seal the frame with his wrists, block in front of his ribs, and then bend his knees and lower his waist back, avoiding Leo's left leg swiping and kicking after spinning again. As he twisted his body back to prepare to fight back, the opponent's whip legs swept across with lightning and thunder, forced Anthony to bend forward again at a speed that could not breathe, and finally fell to the ground and a carp struck him forward. Avoid the last sweep and kick to the lower plate. This series of attacks and defenses lasted only 5 seconds before and after, but Leo had already kicked out five legs. The attack range from the head, the intercostal space to the legs was all covered by his stormy leg skills.
"Okay!" Anthony yelled, and his strong contracted abdominal muscles suddenly bounced off his body, while Leo swept his bottom plate in order to bend over, before he could withdraw his two hands on the ground. He grabbed the gap of less than half a second very oldly, and hit the opponent's jaw with a right fist. The back of his fist shook as an understatement, but Leo felt a splitting pain in his jaw, staggering two steps, instinctively sore his nose, and tears almost came out of his eyes.
The Black Fist instructor’s counterattack was far more than just this punch. He jumped up and ran in a straight line from head to toe in the air. He quickly rotated 360 degrees. His huge body brought huge kinetic energy, and his long-legged iron axe roared towards Chao Leo. Cut off his face! It's hard to imagine that a big man like Anthony could perfectly use such an exquisite leg technique-the spinner turned and kicked into the air, hitting Leo's left chin again.
A mouthful of blood sprayed out, Leo's face was kicked to the side, a strong smell of rust gushed from his mouth, and he staggered for several steps until his back reached the cylindrical metal platform by the shooting training field.
Anthony rushed up, leaping up like a flying edge, pressing his left foot on his chest, and his right toe hooked his chin, using his strength to flip back a week, and land steadily on the floor.
This foot was just a light hook and did not cause any further damage to Leo, but the threat was overwhelming. There is no doubt that if the bald guy who deliberately releases the water tries his best to kick this kick, with his 560 kg squat power, the opponent will not be killed immediately, or at least it will be a severe concussion.
"It lasted for 9 seconds longer than before." Anthony's fingers scraped a stream of blood on Leo's cheeks, and licked it with the tip of his tongue. His aggressive eyes were mixed with the pleasure of violent catharsis, and he was eagerly in his black hair. The agent moved up and down, "Don't be depressed, my beautiful little horse, this is a pretty good result. You know, Jacob, who was known as the'Meat Grinder', burped in 53 seconds on my leg. , Even the "monster" Hogan only lasted 15 minutes and 42 seconds."
Leo put blood on the corners of his lips on the back of his hand and replied indifferently: "That's really bad, you know, you took 18 minutes and 54 seconds to lose in the hands of the'Devil' Elan, didn't you?"
The bald-headed Han suddenly sank. The fight that he lost for the first and last time in his life was his eternal shame and scar. After he recovered from his injury, he was eager to return to the fighting arena to have another showdown with Ellen, but the black fist "devil" who was good at using the opponent's small mistakes to win, also fell on his own small mistakes two years later. , Alex, who was nicknamed'War Tiger'? Chen Sau went to the ring.
Perhaps this is the fate of the black market boxer-using arduous training to forge himself into a killing machine, constantly kicking others' heads, using life as a bet to win huge fortunes, and then waiting for a certain day-perhaps the day after victory , Like the former defeated general, turned into a bloody corpse.
Taking advantage of the brief moment of his loss of consciousness, Leo threw him off and turned and left, but was strangled by a hard arm like cast steel from behind.
The arm didn't work hard, and Leo didn't make a needless struggle, letting another burly and strong male body stick to his back, and the hot snort sprayed into the hair on the back of his head.
"199, this is the number of official matches on record, but they only account for one-third of all my matches. Do you know how much money I have made during my eight years as a boxer... 160 million dollars, exist? In my Swiss bank account. And what’s your salary for a year? 70,000? 80,000? It’s almost the same as the tax deduction. How about, consider my proposal, I put one third-no, half Share your savings.” Anthony’s tongue was on the sweaty back of his neck, slowly licking it pornographically, his voice echoing in his eardrums, "Think about it, 80 million dollars, you can Can spend extravagantly and live like a UAE prince..."
Leo knew what his "proposal" was. But when Jesus was on, even if the other party smashed all 160 million in front of him and smashed the floor into a big golden pit, he had no interest in this damn "proposal", and even thought about it. Disgusted. This is not aimed at Anthony’s sexual orientation, but at this person—he can’t bear this kind of dignified emotional transaction, even if his future partner is not the opposite sex but the same sex, he will never be this kind of bloody butcher. !
An elbow slammed against the latter's ribs, Leo broke free from the shackles that were not very strong, and turned his head back and put down an icy reply: "Take your 160 million to hell!"
"Going to hell?" Anthony's eyes suddenly became cold and deep, as if he had returned to the freezing ice of Siberia, the extremely bloody and cruel devil training camp. A group of young people from all over the world faced a desperate life and death from the first day of entering the camp. As a product of the training camp, those who did not meet the deadline for the assessment were directly destroyed. They wrestled with their companions with their bare hands, fought with wolves, grizzly bears and other beasts, and fought with instructors holding weapons. Under severe and harsh pressure, they experienced what kind of hell-like training, constantly fighting, constantly getting serious injuries, and constantly dying. Only less than one-third of people can come out of that training camp, and none of these people are not the most cruel and ferocious bloodthirsty beasts, the most sophisticated and efficient killing machines.
"No need, I just crawled out of hell..." Anthony whispered indifferently, watching Leo disappear into the elevator in the basement.
After taking a cold shower and changing into a suit and uniform, Leo's agitated emotions gradually calmed down.
Once stimulated by the black boxing instructor, he did give a lot of training to unarmed combat skills. But it didn't take long for him to realize that neither fighting skills nor Anthony were part of his life. The former can at best enhance physical fitness and fighting skills, while the latter is the existence of the wind without leaving a trace. This is time-consuming, and doing the job well is the key.
Touching the dark and smooth Glock 18,9mm caliber, 17 rounds of ammunition capacity, easy to carry, stable performance and strong firepower, the firing rate of 1200 rounds per minute in automatic mode is comparable to that of a submachine gun... A familiar and intimate feeling surges Between the upper fingers, "Good girl, you are more reliable than anything." The black-haired agent said, inserting the gun into the holster under his ribs.
When he returned to the office upstairs and opened the door to see the person sitting on the sofa, Leo was taken aback, frowned habitually and asked, "Why are you here?"
Li Biqing withdrew his hand from the chess board and smiled at him: "My profile is complete. Bring it to you."
Leo turned his eyes to see Emily who was playing against him: "Are you free?"
"No, no, I'm just here to deliver coffee..." The black girl in charge got up in a hurry, her pretty face with big eyes and pointed chin was full of anxiety, and she slipped out of the door beside him like a fish.
"How did you get up?" Leo asked.
"I ran into Rob downstairs." The Chinese boy said a little depressed: "Can we not use the tone of the prisoner? I'm getting nervous..."
Leo's heart softened, and subconsciously softened his tone, "Sorry, professional habit." He walked to the edge of the sofa, took a sip from the coffee cup that was still warm, and seemed to hide the uncomfortable trace of his face. Looked, and then took a thin sheet of paper from Li Biqing. "I'll send it to the Criminal Investigation and Analysis Office. You can wait here... You need a refreshment and drink in the pantry. Don't get close to that girl."
"Why?" Li Biqing asked with innocent and confused eyes.
"She is bisexual and always entangled with her ex. I don't think you want to have a tall, hot-tempered female police rival. She rushed into our office yesterday and made a fuss."
Li Biqing shrank his neck and immediately said: "The relationship between me and the girl is just handing coffee and taking coffee, and nothing else."
"That's good." Leo nodded slightly and walked out of the office with his criminal mind profile.
Li Biqing sighed, sat back on the sofa, and began to bow from left and right to bow down the endgame on the coffee table.
Rob walked out of the private bathroom behind his desk, waved the drops of water on his hand, and showed a very sympathetic expression at Li Biqing: "Have I reminded you that that guy has a strong desire to control, especially for Someone he valued especially?"
Li Biqing pondered the actual weight of the words "persons who valued him" in his words, and then replied innocently and confusedly again after a while: "Yes? I just think he has a sense of protecting his family. Of course, I am him. The future brother-in-law."
With a punch on the white and soft cotton, Rob almost vomited blood due to his suffocation, and said weakly, "Well, I was wrong. I shouldn't be nosy."
The Chinese boy glanced at him inexplicably, and then asked, "Do you know how to play chess?"
"Uh, I know some."
"Excellent, let's come to the next game!" Li Biqing pulled him to the sofa and re-arranged the chess pieces enthusiastically.
"My chess skills are terrible, I am afraid I will be the general in a few steps." Rob looked a little embarrassed.
"It's okay, it's just for fun anyway—" Li Biqing suddenly muffled, and then said: "A few steps? A few steps... Yeah, why didn't I expect it at the time! 1, 8, 3, that's what it meant! He muttered words and sentences that no one understood, and grabbed Rob's arm: "Where is the Criminal Investigation and Analysis Office? I'm looking for Leo!"
"It's on the eighth floor." Rob saw his urgent look and couldn't help but get up and said, "Is there something urgent? I'll accompany you."
When he was about to hold the office doorknob, Li Biqing suddenly hesitated again, and slowly withdrew his hand, "No, it's too vague, the certainty rate is not more than 50%, and it has to be analyzed, and then wait..." He said to himself He muttered to himself, staring straight at the unmoving chess game on the coffee table.
"What are you waiting for?" Rob asked puzzledly.
"Wait for the next chess piece, one, or two..." Li Biqing murmured.
Rob looked at the black and white chessboard, the blood-stained chess pieces in the evidence bag swayed in front of him, with the diffusing pupils of the victims in panic... He suddenly understood what the opponent meant: just like Look for rules in the connection between points. The more points there are, the more perfect the lines and the clearer the rules. But those points are not just chess pieces, but data, but a lively life! Li Biqing wants to wait for the next one or two victims to appear, so that he can paint this picture to a level that reveals the law and is close to the truth—this is indeed a rational and calm analysis and judgment, and it is absolutely rational and calm. Arrived coldly!
He looked at the young Chinese boy in front of him in surprise, trying to find the breath that was compatible with this horrifying cold words from the other's delicate facial features and gentle manners, but he failed, and the other party's contemplative face was as usual. Gentle and soft, without the slightest shadow, as if he was deducing a math problem that has nothing to do with life, so plain and pure.
At this moment, there seemed to be an uncomfortable feeling. The moth's antennae were as thin as dust, and it trembled so slightly. When he wanted to catch it, the trace of the shadow in his brain disappeared completely. , Leaving no trace of ripples. What is that, an illusion? Weird, vague, and short-lived.
Rob blinked the thick and curly eyelashes above his green eyes, and shook his head unconsciously. He must have been too high in the nightclub last night, and he is still a little tranced today. The case in hand is already boring enough, why bother to trouble yourself? He quickly put aside this unhappiness and asked: "Did you find something about the murderer?"
"Not sure. It's just a guess..." At this moment, the phone rang in his pocket. Li Biqing took out the phone to answer a few sentences, and then gave Rob a brilliant smile: "Leo called me over, maybe there will be a show."
Rob was stunned, as if he was shocked by his sudden smile. He became more certain that the illusion just now was a hangover sequelae, and scratched his hair guiltily, "Oh, of course, even Dr. Cremont praised you for being here. The talent in this area, not to mention Kenson, who has only trained for one period at BAU. Let’s go, I will take you up."