They kissed until they couldn't breathe, and then they struggled to separate each other from their glued state a little bit.
He put his chin on Leo’s shoulder, and gasped, “The reason reminds me that I should go. Before your professional sense rises to a normal height and put a needle on my neck—you still have a syringe hidden in your sleeve. Right?"
The federal agent held the back of the serial killer's neck, and the opponent's black hair was dyed back, and the smooth and beautiful light wheat skin seemed to have a kind of magic, making his fingers stuck in it. "Are you afraid of being caught by me and sent to jail, then stop it completely."
"If I stop now, I won't go to jail?"
"Yes, but surrendering can be exchanged for a reduced sentence." Leo put a kiss on his eyebrows, and said softly and firmly: "Then, I'll wait for you to come out."
His shoulders trembled under the palm of his hand, and a low laugh out of control then turned into a burst of laughter. He raised his face and let the other party clearly see his mocking expression, but he concealed his deep disappointment in his heart, "Detective, you should be awarded the Outstanding Law Enforcement Medal from the Federal Government to recognize you in this situation. Still persist in fulfilling his duties."
"I know this is unacceptable to you, but—"
"—But I don’t want to be one of the achievements this medal represents, to add luster to your resume." He pushed Leo away, stepping back, until the open window on the top of the thigh, "It seems that our cooperation is about to come. That’s it—by the way, to remind you: the remaining five members have not left the club, because the madness and suspiciousness of the young Yavre have swelled to the point of recklessness. He suspects that besides you, there are still others among them. The police are undercover. He is under house arrest and hid them. Should we come to the game to see if they were found by you first or if they were killed by me first?"
Before the end sounded, he fell back, and the figure instantly turned down the window on the fifth floor.
"Damn it!" Leo cursed, rushing forward, grabbing the window frame and looking down, only to see that the other party was dragging the crevices of the outer wall and leaping around, disappearing into his vision like a gecko.
The black-haired agent immediately took off his coat and took out a small knife. Without hesitation, he cut a small newly healed wound on the inner side of his right arm. The tip of the knife picked out a fingertip-sized signal transmitter that was stained with blood. Only by hiding in the body can the risk of being found by a body search be avoided to the greatest extent.
Two minutes later, the FBI sent a special operations team code-named "Game Sanctuary" to receive a GPS satellite signal on a Pacific island hundreds of kilometers away, and it was declassified that it was transmitted from the signal held by an undercover agent. Device.
"The target is 8 degrees 33 minutes south latitude and 161 degrees 10 minutes west longitude. Commando, action!" The agent in charge of the backup gave an order, three AV-8B Harrier fighters and two CH with more than 100 armed soldiers. The -47F heavy transport helicopter and a Burke-class destroyer seconded to the naval base set sail for the target immediately.
When he finally broke out of the clubhouse's enclosure and quickly rushed into the nearby bushes, he heard two hellos from the depths of the vegetation. He immediately drew his gun, and saw Shanier sticking out half of his head and whispering: "Hi, it's me, it's me!"
"You haven't left yet?" He thought that the guy who saw the wind had hidden in some corner, or simply hid near the airport or dock waiting for an opportunity and fled.
"Then I have to find transportation." Shanier looked around and said with joy, "Where is that note? Was it caught? Hung up?"
He glared at him, but didn't answer.
Shanier said wittily: "Anyway, it's separated, right. Then we should withdraw as soon as possible. I have a bad hunch... The two islands are going to be bad luck."
He touched the protruding trouser pocket subconsciously, and hesitated.
"Why are you still hesitating?" Shanier urged, "Look, you've almost enjoyed it, and my money is- er, money, money can be earned in the future, now it is important to save your life, brother!"
"There are five more people who have not been removed from my list."
Shanier made a gesture of prayer and looked at him holy and sincerely: "Please give the five lost lambs a chance to reform, for the sake of our Father in heaven!"
He slapped a slap on the back of his head, "Don't make this goosebumps expression, it's not for you at all!" He took out a luxuriously decorated purple mobile phone from his trouser pocket (that's the little Yavre Yes, after using it to fool Oliver before, he put it in his pocket), showing regretful eyes: "I wanted to arrange an ending that is most commensurate with their crime..."
"—Too much trouble, how about entrusting this tiring work to God?" Shanier suggested in a low voice.
"It's a pity that time doesn't allow. It's like putting a stain on a beautiful drawing. My self-evaluation of work performance has never been lower than A. Now because of this mistake, I am going to be pulled to B." The killer sighed.
"—It's enough to pass." Shanier comforted weakly.
"You know my style of acting,'a tooth for a tooth, an eye for an eye', if it were not a last resort, I really don't want to make an exception to these five scumbags."
"—Now is the time for the'last resort'!"
He shrugged helplessly, and dialed the call with Oliver on his cell phone.
After more than 20 minutes, three Harrier fighters arrived at the sky above Luna Island. The ground command center of North Island Airport issued an expulsion warning after the abnormal flying object was scanned by radar. As a result, two Mavericks missiles hit the sky directly.
The violent explosion shook the entire island, and the clubhouse guards swarmed out from the building and looked in the direction of the airport in panic.
Leo took the opportunity to leave Jr. Yavre's bedroom and sneak into the study to contact the support center-as the personal landline of the club's top leader, he believed that no one would dare to monitor or manipulate this phone.
"Hi, old man, are you okay?" his partner Rob said on the other end of the radio wave, "Congratulations on your successful completion of the mission! We also have two Chinook special warfare soldiers and a destroyer. Here, you just have to wait safely until we see you... Wait, there is a situation. There is a message from the fighter pilot. On the small airport on the island to the south, an aircraft is taking off... Is it the target of escape?"
"No, little Yavre is still under my control." Leo glanced at the closed bedroom door, and the ultimate target of this mission was lying on the bed unsuccessfully—the drugs injected would not kill him. However, side effects such as unconsciousness, dizziness and vomiting after a period of time are inevitable.
"That's weird, I'll send a Harrier over to take a look, you wait... It's the Luna Club helicopter! It is estimated that the other party's high-level personnel are preparing to flee, I will let the fighters make an emergency landing—"
As soon as Rob's voice fell, there was a thunderous boom from the distant sky. Leo put aside the microphone and rushed to the terrace, only to see the violently burning afterglow falling from the sky in the southeast direction.
—Is it the club’s helicopter? Leo frowned, went back to the room and used the microphone and asked, "Did you knock it down?"
"No, the pilot didn't do anything at all!" Rob explained hurriedly, "it exploded inexplicably, and it almost affected our plane!"
Leo was silent for a few seconds, and finally said: "Check the personnel on the helicopter carefully, I suspect..."
"what?"
"Nothing, it's too early to make a conclusion."
"Leo, are you hiding something from me?" his sensitive partner asked suspiciously. "Tell me your current location, and I will send someone to meet you right away."
"Not in a hurry, haven't you heard a sentence: "The central eye of the storm is calm." I want to stay here and wait for it, and grab a witness who knows the inside story best. Leo finished speaking and hung up the call.
Standing on the edge of the dense forest and Shanier, he looked at the sky in the southeast direction, where a thunderous daylight fireworks just bloomed, and Jier returned to peace again.
"You can't figure it out..." Shanier murmured, "Imitating the sissy duke's accent, asking his secretary to send the five members on the plane and detonate the explosives. I thought you really planned to let them go... He turned his head and glanced at the indifferent man next to him, and a chill was born in his heart, "You never thought about being merciful, did you?"
"For the identified target-yes," said Qing Shen Sheng, "I will not show mercy."
Shanier looked at him like a monster, and shrugged at the end as if to recognize the facts, "Well, how soft-hearted can I expect a serial killer? Your only regret is probably that you didn't concoct them according to the planned death method. In fact, I’m quite happy to see this kind of thing: a wanted man killed a group of murderers and taint witnesses under his nose. If the notes are known, they will go crazy."
He finally imagined Leo's expression when he heard the news, and couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth... If he had to take another inch and kill the culprit together, what would the other party's reaction be like
Anyway, this was originally the real purpose of his trip: to cut off the minions, and finally the lords. As for the promise of Leo’s non-interference, and even temporary cooperation—
Sorry, I deceived you again. He smiled at the black-haired agent in his mind and said, by then, I think you will be very, very angry, then, do your best to catch me!
"Well, now it's time to reveal your evacuation plan, how do you plan to leave?" Shanier asked with urgency.
He replied indifferently: "Worry about what this is for? You can go back to the South Island, put on an orange-red human and animal uniform, and wait for the police rescue with peace of mind-aren't you now a law-abiding citizen? "
—After I used the intelligence of the undercover police to extort 100 million yuan from the young Yaffer? Those slips must throw me back into jail! Shanier felt annoyed with a guilty conscience, and said anxiously: "Oh, I don't want to be pulled into the bureau to record a confession. After I got out of jail, I saw the police have a reflexive headache! As for you, I don't intend to just do that. Saying carelessly to them, "I'm finalizing, you have to let me sit in first class," right?"
He sneered and said: "Well, if you insist, I can take you away-but not yet."
"What?" Shanil cried out unbearably, "God, you have played the Luna Club like a half-dead prostitute who can't even wear clothes. What the hell do you want to do!" He collapsed. He swooped up, trying to pinch his neck with his hand, putting on a posture of death, and at the same time exclaiming angrily: "Is your mother kidding me? Listen, I don't care if you are like an obsessive-compulsive disorder." The patient has to complete the damn plan perfectly, anyway, I will leave this horrible place immediately! Right away!"
He restrained him and rolled on the spot twice, pulling his veined arm away from his neck, and said: "You have only two ways to go. Either leave me and find your own way; or follow me and obey the arrangement. You It's up to you."
Shanier almost cried. He desperately used his fists and feet to make a final blow, and said viciously: "I am going to kill you bastard!"
He was easily leveled with a few strokes, fingers clasped his throat and knees against his abdomen, jokingly said: "Do you want to take a bite back, my little wolf dog?"
Shanier lay on the grass, panting, and wrapped his arms around him, and said in an almost imploring tone: "Go, my lord, my king, go now... I'll give you ten million. Green ticket."
(Some vocabulary, once translated, are a bit runny, such as the sentence "My lord.My king" by Shanier. However, some readers reported that they did not like mixed English, so they had to translate it literally. Please feel free to experience the context...)
"I'm not bad for money," he replied in gangster-like slang, "just use this ten million to buy something cool."
"After you leave this ghost place, you can be as cool as you want!" Shanier took out an unprecedented sincerity and stuffed him on him, "No one would think that it is too much, right? Twenty million, no, three thousand. Wan, as long as you bring me back to the land safely, I can give you half of my soul!"
"Why do I want that dirty stuff?" He let go and got up, kicked the opponent's ass with his toes, "I want little Yavre's life."
Shanier put his arm on his eyes in pain, and silently comforted himself: Just be a murderer, so as not to betray my undercover and blackmail him out to the sliver... Damn, I knew today, I shouldn’t have followed This crazy killer strikes up a conversation, this is an affair, the whole cup is...
He bent down and grabbed him by the collar, "Don't waste time, if you want to leave smoothly. Did you hear the two explosions before? To the North Island Airport, the police round-up has already begun. How soon will the paratroopers arrive."
"They must be the first to capture the boss. How are you going to grab food from a group of heavily armed troops?" Shanier asked desperately.
He thought about it for a moment, and said, "How about taking hostages? Do you think besides the young Yavre and the eleven dead ghost hunters, who else is the most important witness in this case who knows the inside story?"
"... Personal secretary?" Shanier said.
He snapped his fingers, "It's him. We detained Oliver as a bargaining chip to make conditions to the police. Then you come forward to negotiate with them, and I will find a gap in secret to get rid of the master."
Shanier dying to say: "Even if you don't get rid of the young Yavre, the police will do the same."
"No, because of the maximization of political interests, they will not sentence him to death." Qing Qing said coldly, "They can only create public opinion and advocate how to solve the case wisely and quickly, and how to save the lives of their citizens in distress. They are gaining enough reputation. After he was on duty, he extradited Jr. Yavre back to China on the condition that he was not allowed to be sentenced to death—so both parties were very happy and did not harm the diplomatic relations between the two countries."
Shanier frowned and said, "Not sentenced to death? Even I don't think it can be justified..."
"Think about the two Islamic terrorists who caused the airport bombings! One of the conditions for the United States to agree to extradite them back to China is that the death penalty is not allowed. The other country did not accept it. As a result, the two unlucky ghosts are still locked in the Federation. In the prison, there was no trial or sentence, so he was raised to death without a name. There is also the Japanese ogre who not only did not go to jail after being extradited and returned to the country, but also published a book to promote his cannibal experience— "With a sneer, "Do you think the Duke of Yavre will let his eldest son squat in prison for the rest of his life?"
Shanier was speechless.
"So I said earlier that the law is a bitch, even though she is wrapped in a tight robe from head to toe-she is still a bitch." He lowered his head and looked at the palms of his hands, where the invisible thick blood was slowing down. Flowing slowly, he clenched his fingers, as if clenching a pitch-black sharp blade, letting it cut itself into flesh.
"—I do what I think I should do, and no one can stop it." He said in a cold voice like a blade.
At this moment, Shanier felt that as long as he was with him, there was nothing to fear.
It wasn't until a few seconds later that he broke free from the illusion of being bewitched, and scolded himself out of a cold sweat: crazy!