In the Office of Criminal Investigation and Analysis, Kenson displayed the first-line information he had without any concealment, fell into heated discussions with Li Biqing, and even expressed great tolerance for the stubborn Chinese accent English. During the period, he invited the other party to participate in the analysis of the case several times, and finally reluctantly asked to leave his mobile phone number. When the two shook hands to say goodbye, Rob couldn't help but glanced at Leo, and as expected, he found hidden pride and troubles on his partner's face.
"When I found out that the first girlfriend Sevier had was a super hot girl, it was almost like this." He patted Leo on the shoulder empathetically, "I am happy to see it, but also worried, it's very contradictory, right. Okay. When I don’t have a brother-in-law complex, I adjusted it in the second half, which may be a bit difficult for you, man."
Leo lowered his face and pushed his hand away, "Neither did I! I just don't want him to get involved, understand? He is just an ordinary student, reading books, playing with PDA, or having a girlfriend to drink in a restaurant. Afternoon tea, this is his life, not like us, chasing after a perverted murderer, watching the scenes of bloody flesh and bullets flying all the way, and finally reaping a pile of grief, despair, hatred, curse, etc. Wait for the negative emotions! This is our battlefield, and I don't want to pull him in!"
Rob said disapprovingly: "He is not a thoughtless rag doll, let you push it around. You think this is a battlefield, perhaps for him it is a stage for his talents and talents. If you play'for you You can intervene and plan other people's life paths at will with the excuse of'good'. That is your own selfishness, Leo, you will regret it in the future!"
Leo's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word.
"I know you actually understand it in your heart, but you just can't let it go. Okay, stubbornness is not a bad thing, but if you become paranoid, you should go to a psychologist." Rob jokingly took out his phone, "I know a very An excellent doctor has a deep research on various mental illnesses and psychological disorders, and also serves as a love guide. Do I need to keep his phone number?"
"Fuck you!" Leo punched him and couldn't help laughing.
After this conversation, Leo obtained a temporary access card for Li Biqing, allowing him to enter and exit the FBI branch office building as an intern. Of course, the authority is not high, and some floors belong to a confidential area and cannot be accessed. Even so, the Chinese boy was still overjoyed, and the federal agent, who was watching his shining grateful eyes deeply, felt a little red and hot on his face.
The language school courses were arranged in the morning and evening. After lunch, Li Biqing took Leo’s ride for granted, and spent the afternoon in the Criminal Investigation and Analysis Division to beat Kenson. The latter was like a treasure. Everywhere he went, he was carrying the new assistant, and the rippling smile made Leo feel the urge to drag him to the underground fighting training ground to "learn".
On the eleventh day after the murder in the Office of the Narcotics Administration, the fifth victim was lying on the steps outside the city court. It was an executive bailiff who was preparing to transport prisoners. Under the company of many bailiffs, he was shot two hundred meters away. The first bullet hit him in the chest. When he fell backward, there were two more. The bullet hit the abdomen and died on the spot. In his jacket pocket, like the city policeman who died at the door of the police station, there was a small black chess soldier. He didn't know when and how the murderer was put in.
The police had no time to catch their breath. The next day there was a sixth victim, a night-duty patrolman. The motorcycle tripped over a chain that suddenly flew. He was twisted before he could get up from the ground. The cervical spine. The murderer was so powerful that he twisted his head 180 degrees backward and slumped on his back, just like a scene in a horror movie. A chess piece was also left on the scene, the white soldier.
For a while, the crowds were raging, the murderer's methods and the arrogant attitude, especially the highly targeted targets, triggered the anger of the entire law enforcement system. The questioning and criticism of the media and the accountability supervision from the high-level inside the system turned into heavy pressure and weighed on the task force. Lian Leo also received a call from the FBI headquarters, ordering him to help the city police catch the culprit as soon as possible and contain the situation. Expand further.
For this reason, Leo has not slept for a good night's sleep and ate a comfortable meal for three days. Even Rob, who has always been dangling and glib, has a lot of solemn expression on his face. What's abomination is that traces of traceability are still scarce. The 5.56mm NATO standard rifle ammunition taken from the bailiff is very versatile. In addition to military use, it is also widely used in various small-caliber sports rifles as shooting competitions in sports games. It is impossible to find out the type of gun used by the murderer. Most of the remaining footprints were found in the concealment at the scene where the mounted patrol was killed. Seen from the lines, they were a pair of ordinary military boots. After the footprints were completed, the height of the murderer was estimated to be about 6 feet 2 inches (1.88 meters) according to the formula of ×6.876. , According to the comparison of the depth of the footprints, it is estimated that the weight is about 200 pounds (91 kg).
On the contrary, Li Biqing had a very important speculation. When Leo received the call from him, he was driving alone in the black Chevrolet Suburban, speeding on his way to Thomson Prison. When the police searched the vicinity of the prison, they found a suspected shooting spot.
The double-layer power grid on the outer wall of the prison is 4.5 meters high, and the guard tower is eight or nine meters high. The Barrett M33 sniper bomb is either the Barrett M82 or the M107. The effective range is 1850 meters, and the maximum is not more than 2100 meters. Within this range, it is not very difficult to find a shooting point with sufficient height and 100% field of view based on the trajectory and pitch angle. The police searched more than 800 meters away from the Mississippi River next to the prison, and found traces of climbing and scratching on a 12-meter-high tree. It is suspected that the murderer was hiding in the top of the tree and firing a gun. .
Leo turned on the steering wheel and switched on the Bluetooth headset. He heard Li Biqing say to him on the phone: "1, 8, 3, 11, 1, do you know what it is?"
"The time between each murder." Leo answered familiarly.
"At the same time, it is also the number of steps to take the child."
"Eater?"
"Yes. The first white pawn that was eaten left the game a few steps away. The second black pawn was one step away from the previous white pawn. After eight moves, the black pawn was eaten. After three moves, the white horse was eaten again. One step is a black pawn, and one step is a white pawn."
"So, the two murderers choose the time and goal of killing based on the game's capture?"
"Exactly correct. Moreover, I suspected that this was not an ordinary game, so I made a program to substitute the capture situation into the chess book, and I found the most consistent game-the famous deep blue game. Battle!"
"What battle?" Leo asked inexplicably, not keen on chess.
Li Biqing explained: "It was the sixth game of Kasparov, the top chess master, against the IMB supercomputer "Deep Blue" on May 11, 1997. In this crucial game, he has strong computing power. The computer defeated the wisdom of the human brain and made Kasparov completely defeated. The two murderers chose this historic chess game as a platform for confrontation. It can be said to have profound meaning. We can extend it: the human brain and the computer The battle between natural and artificial—cold weapon and hot weapon, hand-to-hand combat and mechanical firepower! Have you found any similarities?"
Leo immediately grasped the key: "So what was left in the shooting was the black chess piece, because the white chess piece had eaten it. The murderer is keen to kill with cold weapons after taking a piece. The two people have different ideas, so they compete with each other. "This is not an ordinary serial murder, but a game between white and black; it is a game of cold and hot weapons. Competing; it is a game between two killers who use the city as the chessboard and human lives as the chess pieces! "I finally understand what you mean now!"
"That's what it means. The problem now is that the chess game is not over yet. According to the chess record of that game, there are three pieces behind, namely the white knight, the black queen, and the white castle. If the murderer did not tamper with the chess game, the next one The white knight who was eaten is the fourth step after the white pawn. In terms of time, it is today!"
Leo slammed on the brakes. Amid the sharp screaming of the brake pads and the almost sideways car, he gritted his teeth and said, "Today! The seventh victim! Who will it be?"
"Unfortunately, I can't guess this." Li Biqing's low voice came from the other end of the phone.
"You have done a good job." Leo comforted, "You don't have to think about how to stop it. We will leave the arrest of the murderer to us. You just need to continue to analyze and speculate."
"Yeah." The Chinese boy replied with a soft nasal sound, and then said: "Leo... be careful."
"Don't worry, I will." Feeling the concern in the other party's words, the federal agent replied softly, then hung up the call and restarted the car.
After driving for a few minutes, there was a sudden "boom" from the rear of the car, and Leo immediately felt the car shake and tilt to the right, almost unable to hold the steering wheel.
It's a puncture, this kind of gravel road in the countryside is really hell. He cursed inwardly, repeatedly stepped on the pedal lightly under his feet, stopped the car slowly to the side of the road, opened the door and got off to check the situation.
Sure enough, it was a puncture on the right rear wheel. He bent down to check the tyre. When he saw the triangular iron cones pierced into the rubber, his heart jumped: This is not an accident! A sense of crisis arose spontaneously. Between the lightning and flint, his fingers had been inserted into his coat, and he pressed the shutter of the quick-pull holster to pull out the handle of the gun-but it was still a step too late, his ankles seemed to be caught by a pair of steel clamps. Clamp it tightly, drag it backwards violently, and the whole body falls down under the unbalanced center of gravity!
At the moment of falling to the ground, Leo's mind suddenly appeared in the next second: a sharp weapon will hit him behind, the blade will be tilted upwards, avoiding the ribs and piercing directly into his lung lobe, he even made a sound There was no time to exit the screams, and he fell dead next to the car in an instant!
The death god's sickle was cut, and the murderous Bianstone was skin-piercing. The skin on his back almost felt the cold blade wind, and the electric shock rushed straight from his feet to his spine. Between life and death, he bent his left forearm to support the gravel road near the end of his nose, and at the same time tightened his thigh with all his strength, his feet broke free from the clamp like two twisted wires, and turned over suddenly, looking away. Before he could adjust the focus, he squeezed the trigger with his right hand in the direction where he was about to touch the figure.
A cold gray light flashed in front of his eyes, knocked on the hard polyoxymethylene shell of Glock 18, and flew the pistol away. Leo grasped the painful right wrist due to the huge shock, and rolled over two or three meters away one after another.
He blocked the attacker's lethal blow, but also paid a heavy price for losing his weapon. There was a spare XR9 pocket pistol in the ankle, but it was pulled out at the moment of the attack.
However, he also took the opportunity to see the appearance of the attacker clearly. Although the opponent was wearing a hood, he could only see a pair of small eyes with cold light. The eyes shudder like a murderous snake, but it can be clearly seen. This is a big white man whose height and weight can be measured visually, and it is almost the same as the data obtained from the footprints at the murder scene-this person is likely to be the killer who left the white chess!
It turns out that the seventh victim selected today is himself! As the opponent threw the knife towards him, Leo, lying on his back, supported the ground with both hands and kicked his feet towards the opponent's shins. His squat strength reaches 350 kilograms, and anyone kicked by this leg will not feel well, and will even break directly. But when Leo kicked his leg firmly on the calf muscles of the opponent, he felt as if he was kicking on an iron plate, and the reaction force made the soles of his feet numb.
The masked murderer took the opportunity to slash his calf and pulled out a bloody mouth on his ankle. If Leo hadn't contracted quickly, the ligament might have been cut by the knife.
This is a master of fighting! Leo reluctantly jumped up with a carp, his right leg swept the opponent's wrist with a knife, but he was easily avoided by raising his arm in time. The other party grabbed his body and stepped forward at the moment he dropped his leg, and the cold blade pierced the kidney on his right waist. The speed of the knife was too fast, and when he was grabbing his leg to be exhausted, Leo couldn't avoid it, so he could only turn around and twist his waist muscles, and stabbed him in the back. The suit was hit by a sharp blade. Scratched and pierced, the blood gushing out instantly dyed the dark cloth black.
Two consecutive hits of the knife, although the wound was not deep and did not hurt the vitals, the constant blood loss and severe pain still severely reduced his speed and physical strength, and Leo's heart was even more horrified: the opponent's skill, even if it was fighting Compared with expert Anthony, he is no less compelling. This is no longer the level that he can confront directly!
Seeing the knife light slashing through the air again, a wave of despair rushed straight up from the bottom of my heart, like a jet of high-pressure water jetting out of a hole in the open ice layer, almost freezing Leo's brain. His survival instincts slammed out at this moment, hitting a handful of gravel secretly in his palm when he fell to the ground, and hit the opponent with his head and face!
The masked murderer subconsciously raised his arms to block his head and face. Leo took advantage of this fleeting opportunity to compress his leg muscles like a spring and then violently ejected. In the blink of an eye, he jumped three or four meters away and flew into the grass beside the road. The Glock in the 18th. As the opponent rushed over, he grabbed the handle of the gun first with a slight advantage of one second. There is no need to activate the trigger insurance separately. He quickly squeezed the trigger with his finger, and once he turned over, he would shoot three times.
The moment Leo snatched the pistol, the masked murderer judged that the situation was over. He thought he could kill him with an easy raid, but was dragged into a hard bone by the federal agent who looked like a little white face. He made a decisive decision, leaped out sideways before the gunfire sounded, and rolled into the cornfield as high as the roadside.
This gravel road is not far from the rural town of Thomson. Although it is secluded and unmanned, there are still many fertile fields that have been reclaimed by the road. In the end. The masked murderer's figure arched a few times and quickly disappeared into a green screen. The few bullets that Leo shot immediately afterwards only set off a wave of leaf turning.
The scorching silence returned to this country road. Leo took a deep breath in the smell of gunpowder from the muzzle. He slowly swallowed the noisy heart beat on his chest, his back and calves. The fabric has been thoroughly soaked in blood and sweat.
After a burst of blood loss, the dizziness came to his brain like a swarm of bald eagles. He took off his suit jacket, tore his sleeves and tied it tightly around his waist twice, strangling the wound on his back, and tying a circle on the wound on his ankle. He got up and put on the spare tire with difficulty, then returned to the driver's seat in the car to start the car with ignition.
His current location is 230 kilometers away from downtown Chicago. It is impossible to go back to see a doctor. He can only continue to drive forward to the town where Thomson Prison is located-I hope there is one in that remote town with a population of less than 600. A clinic that can suture his wounds.
Twenty minutes later, the black Chevrolet Suburban stopped in front of a bungalow on Main Street in Thomson Town. Leo glanced at the eye-catching red cross sign on the sign, dragged his feet into the glass door, and stood with blood stains. In front of a doctor in a white coat, before the other party was shocked, he took out his ID: "FBI, I need your help..."