When the night was getting dark, a Chevrolet Suburban drove into the underground parking lot of the FBI Chicago branch building. Leo put out the fire and pulled out the key, touched the wound that was intact but still hot and painful, opened the door and stepped out of the car slowly.
Two stab wounds were sutured up by a doctor in a private clinic in Thomson Town, and the places where the arm was pierced by gravel and abrased were also treated. With the infusion of 400 ㏄ blood of the same type, his physical strength returned to his thirsty body. inside. From head to toe, he changed into a new set of clean clothes. Apart from the pain that could not be ignored from time to time from the wound, he felt that he was already much better.
"Is the menstrual period coming, my beautiful little Lima, you have a bloody smell all over your body." A vigorous and deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.
Leo turned around in a bad mood, and said coldly to the sturdy bald man: "You better pray that you can work in the FBI for a lifetime, otherwise one day I will put the barrel of the gun in your mouth!"
Anthony replied with a nasty chuckle at the corner of his mouth, "I don't mind if you put the'gun' in my mouth. Actually, I really want to do this to you."
Leo felt the pain of the newly stitched wound cracking again. He pulled his legs away without saying a word, and said one more word to this guy, it was in his arms.
Anthony rushed forward in two steps and blocked his way, "Hey, don't be so cold, I just care about you. Injured? It smells fresh blood," he commented after taking a deep breath of intoxication. It tastes really good."
Leo felt that this bastard was more perverted and violent than all the murderers he had caught before, but the other party's current status was a colleague, and what was even worse was that he couldn't beat him.
Thinking of the other master fighter I met today, Leo felt even worse, and said with a gloomy face: "Yes, I was injured and almost fell in the hands of a murderer playing a "mad dog". By the way, that The guy’s fighting style is the same as yours, even the color of his eyes is the same light yellow. Could it be that you put on a hood to attack me, right?"
Anthony froze for a moment, "Mad Dog Tactical Assault Knife? Fighting style follow me all the way? Light yellow iris? Hell, you remind me of a damn guy-I can't wait to kick his head like a watermelon and make it white. The red brains covered the walls and ceiling! What else? Are there burn scars on his entire right arm?"
Leo's dark blue eyes widened in surprise, "Burn scars! There is indeed a large burn scar on the back of his right hand. It looks a bit like a bat. I can't see if there is any on his arm... Do you really know this person? ?"
A series of curses came out of Anthony's mouth, mixed with Portuguese and Russian. Even if Leo couldn't understand those words, he could still feel a bit of hatred and resentment from his tone of voice. After the bald man cursed openly and happily, he finally changed back to English: "'Demon King' Elan! I promised with my head that it must be the damn third abuse! He was swept by the'War Tiger' two years ago. In the boxing ring, I suffered a serious injury. I was afraid that the enemy would take the opportunity to find the door. I didn’t know where to hide, and disappeared after the fight. I was not reconciled, so I tried hard to find a few times, and finally heard I fled to Siberia, if I didn’t hate the deadly cold weather there, I would never let this bitch's bitch easily go! Mother fucker!"
Leo automatically filtered the unbearable swear words in the eardrum, and said to Anthony with a serious expression: "Go, go to my office, we need to have a good talk."
Anthony was stunned again, with an unbelievable look in his eyes: "You—invite me to your office? It's really raining... Would you like to consider my'proposal'?"
"Call your'proposal' to go to hell! You are a jerk-brained bastard!" Leo couldn't help cursing finally, "I want to talk to you about business, about this serial murder case, fuck you Be serious!"
Anthony was so angry that he laughed, "No problem, I will tell you everything you are interested in. As a reward, you have to tell me the style and color of the underwear I am wearing today."
Leo unbearably slammed his fist on his unsuspecting stomach, and after the opponent groaned with pain, he turned and walked into the elevator.
Savi? Elan, 36 years old, Israeli American, born in a Siberian training camp, was a black market boxer, nicknamed "The Devil", and is currently listed as the number one suspect in the Chicago Chess serial murder case.
After the federal arrest warrant was issued, Rob unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Leo, who was still frowning, "Relax, man, at least we already have a suspect."
"If not caught, he will always be just a suspect." The black-haired agent replied dissatisfied, "There is another one!"
"As long as you catch him, the other one can't run. Aren't they a good pair of friends." Rob took away the hot coffee he had just bought and took a snoring snoring. "Caffeine is not good for wounds." , You'd better drink juice."
The office door was pushed open. Li Biqing rushed in and asked, "Are you injured? Is it serious? Where is the injury? Has the wound been treated? Why don't you go back to rest!"
"Hi, boy, slow down, can you number your questions?" Leo's mouth rarely woke up with a narrow smile, which dilutes the habitual sternness and calmness on his face, which makes him look younger. And handsome again.
Li Biqing realized his gaffe, and smiled a little embarrassed-he seldom be so irritable, and today made an exception. When he walked to Leo, he gently touched the bandage on the back of the opponent's waist, and gasped in a cold breath, as if the big hole was pulling on his back, "Does it hurt?"
"It's okay." Leo felt that the warmth could still penetrate through the thick bandage in the place he had touched, which was even better than the pain relief effect of morphine.
"Before your injury is better, you should rest more and work less."
"I know, don't worry."
"At night, I will boil black fish peanut rice soup for you. Chinese medicine practitioners say that it will promote wound healing."
"Oh, Chinese medicine... can you just let in the weird bark and grass roots?" Leo made an embarrassed look, but his eyes flashed with pleasant sunshine.
"Don't worry, it tastes very good. I have made it for Jasmine before, and she likes it very much." Li Biqing replied vowedly.
Leo's eyes narrowed, and he fell silent. After a while, he said politely: "Thank you."
Li Biqing seemed to feel that there was something wrong with his emotions, and couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he replied uneasily: "No thanks..."
Rob turned his head and didn't want to look at these two fools again, showing a terrible expression.
At this time, the task force leader Alfred walked in and said to Leo in a caring and sympathetic tone: "Are you okay? I didn't expect these two damn bastards to stare at you."
"A little fleshy wound, no problem." Leo smiled calmly.
"What I am worried about is that they won't be able to make a single blow, and they still have a back hand." Alfred said worriedly. In public and private, he didn't want a criminal investigator from the headquarters to make any shortcomings in the case he was responsible for. "You need to strengthen physical protection measures, Leo, I want to send more people to stay by your side 24 hours."
"No, thank you, I don't need a bodyguard." Leo refused, "My personal safety is not so thin, besides, there is Rob."
The green-eyed partner immediately stated: "We will act together until the case is over."
"But, two people are still missing, aren't they?" Alfred tried to persuade them, "Should we not add one more, it just happened that there was someone who volunteered to join this operation, Anthony, the unarmed combat instructor of our branch? Quirott, I have nothing to say, I heard that playing with tactical knives and firearms is not bad."
Leo's face sank, "Thank you for sending him a sentence:'How far do you fuck me get away!'"
Rob shook his tongue and squeezed his eyes at Alfred: "Oh, it seems that someone has offended our handsome guy deeply! I have been with him for a year, and I haven't seen him resent anyone so much."
The older and kind Jewish agent was a little embarrassed at this time, explaining: "I heard that you and Anthony had worked in the New York branch before, and thought..." Seeing Leo's increasingly gloomy face, he immediately put aside this Topic: "Don't care about him, let Mann follow you. This young man is very smart and motivated. Let him learn something from you."
Leo had a good impression of the mixed young black agent, so he reluctantly agreed. Seeing that the hour hand of the wall clock on the wall was pointing to ten o'clock, he patted Li Biqing's arm and urged: "You should go back." He turned his head and said to Alfred, "Could you please ask someone to give him one." Procedure?"
"no problem."
Li Biqing asked, "What about you and Rob?"
"We won't go back to that apartment for the time being." Leoyan replied concisely.
Li Biqing immediately understood the unspoken scruples: Generally speaking, serial murderers will not give up so easily about their carefully selected targets, especially for professional-level killers who are proud of their skills like Elan. The attack failed, there is likely to be another time, Leo is afraid that his personal safety will be endangered.
He couldn't help holding the back of the black-haired agent's hand tightly. The deer-like eyes were filled with deep worries: "Leo...you will be fine, right?"
The latter gave him a bright and gentle smile: "Of course, I will be more careful."
"You swear!" The Chinese boy stared at him with confusion and eagerness, "You swear to me and Jasmine, you will protect yourself and don't get hurt again!"
The look in his eyes made Leo feel a real pain from the depths of his soul. If it weren't for two other people present, he just wanted to hold the boy tightly in his arms at this moment and comfort him ten thousand times in his ears. But now, he can only say with the most reasonable smile and the most natural tone: "Yes, I swear to you and my sister Jasmine."
Knowing that this is just self-comfort, Li Biqing still feels a lot of peace of mind, as if there is a special magic in the other party's words, which makes him involuntarily believe in him and support him. "Well, do whatever you want, call me if you need to, and I will turn it on 24 hours a day."
Leo nodded silently, holding his palm with his backhand.
"I really hope that my daughter's hippie boyfriend can be half as capable and sensible as this kid. Leo should be grateful to have such relatives..." Alfred sighed in a low voice.
"I don't think Leo thinks so..." Rob exclaimed in a lower voice.
In the following days, Li Biqing did not see Leo and Rob outside the branch building. The two federal agents seemed to be fortunate, avoiding the time and route that might be intertwined with him. This makes him totally unable to make dinner. Every night he cooks some noodles casually to deal with his stomach, and waits until noon to bring the cooked medicinal meal into Leo’s office, and then watches him eat the heat preservation pot to the sky. Rob again wailed and wailed: "I want to marry a Chinese wife who knows how to cook!"
Unfortunately, the warm lunch break did not last long and was interrupted by an emergency outside line. Leo hung up the phone, got up and said to Rob: "A policeman in the Southern District received a report from the public that he had seen the person in the wanted photo near Englewood District. He drove a water silver Land Rover Aurora. Go southeast. Go, let's talk to witnesses."
Rob immediately walked out of the office with him, and Man also heard the sound, and the three of them got on the black Chevrolet Suburban and galloped out of the underground parking lot.
Soon, they left downtown Chicago and entered the southern area known for street violence and gang fighting. When passing through the run-down neighborhood of Englewood, a group of black boys clamoring and fighting were venting their anger on a hot summer afternoon. A little girl who put a needle in her arm by the porch began to burst into tears and laugh. Chevrolet’s tightly closed carriages and dark-colored car window films cannot isolate the social problems of murder, drug abuse, and early pregnancy in this area. They are accompanied by the poverty and noisy life of the bottom layer everywhere.
A basketball flying from the corner of the street hits the front windshield of the car and bounced away with a bang. Man seemed to be prepared for a long time. He still held the steering wheel steadily, and his thick lips tightened gloomily, as if guarding him. The iron chain of sadness, indignation and disappointment.
Rob Cup Bow Snake, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was taken aback and almost drew his pistol. After seeing that it was a prank, he muttered angrily: "Damn the black area—" Realizing the skin tone of the driver next to him, he suddenly After shutting up, I hurriedly explained: "Hey buddy, I swear to the family cemetery that this is definitely not racial discrimination, but I think the security issues in this area are really..."
"I know." The young black agent replied stiffly, "I was born here. If it weren't for the stray bullet that interrupted my mother's left foot during a gang fight ten years ago, maybe now I'm still one of those street gangsters. member."
Rob was silent for a moment and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry... I also admire your struggle."
Maine clenched the steering wheel and twitched the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but that sentence would never have a chance to be spoken—
"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the window glass next to the driver's seat suddenly shattered into a hollow mesh. Along this invisible straight line, on his left temple, a charred round hole with the thickness of a finger appeared, and when the sniper shell penetrated the skull and rushed out from the other side, it exploded a hole the size of a fist. Fragmented bones, brains, and flesh and blood mixed and splashed around, and Maien's body shook visibly, and fell to the right on Rob.
Rob let out an wailing exclamation, and his upper body slammed into the car door. When the black agent fell down, he brought it to the steering wheel. The Chevrolet Suburban turned its head and rushed into the roadside building. It hit the iron gate and plunged into the concrete brick wall of the abandoned warehouse. Dust rose in the sky.
"—Brake!" Leo shouted one second before being thrown up by the huge inertia.
Rob's head hit a hard object, and his eyes turned black for a while, and Leo's scream was like lightning bursting through the night, roaring in his head. He leaned on the driver's seat, tried his best to pick up Mann's sloping calf, moved and pressed it down, just like stepping on the brakes.
Chevrolet’s huge body shook almost to the ground. After hitting countless scraps of copper and rotten iron, it was like a badly injured beast, gasping and smoking into the wooden container stacked deep in the warehouse.
The process from extreme movement to extreme silence is as short as the moment when the world is approaching. After the explosion and shock wave that destroys the earth and the earth, it is a dark and dead silence.
In this dead silence, the coma of just a few seconds is as long as the polar night.