Facts have proved that the universal laws of film and television dramas do not apply to real life, and Leo and their luck are not bad. At about 6 pm, the police arrested Angelo Volcker, a serial murder suspect nicknamed "The Ghost of the Dark Alley," in a private residence at the junction of Queens and Nassau County in southeastern New York. He is 35 years old, is a mechanic by profession, is well-proportioned, has a good appearance, and has a normal family-a blond, plump, stiletto-wearing wife, and a blond daughter.
After seeing his wife, Leo understood the source of his fantasy—at least so far, he has tried to control himself not to shoot at his wife and daughter, and turned to attacking strange women who share some of the same characteristics as his wife. As for when this desire will completely get out of control, it is difficult to estimate.
The police found a secret room built in a cellar in his home. From it, they found the victim's clothing, residual limbs, personal belongings, and a leather full of tools such as a handsaw, meat cleaver, scissors, screwdriver, and razor. Box, these metal tools look gloomy and cruel, with rust-like old blood stains that can't be wiped clean. Until the police put Angelo on the hood and escorted him into the police car, his wife still refused to believe that her law-abiding, smart and lovely husband was a demon who took pleasure in raping, torturing, and killing others.
He squatted on the floor and looked at Angelo's toolbox, watching the police officer in charge of collecting evidence pack it up and put it in the car. "I really want to try the same on himself..." Leo heard his new partner mutter and put his hand on his shoulder.
"Remember, you are different from him," the black-haired agent said softly. "You are-completely different."
He raised his head to look at him, the expression on his face was both crying and laughing.
This expression made the black-haired agent feel like a knife. Even though there were outsiders present at the moment, Leo still wanted to hug and kiss the man in front of him desperately, but the other party did not give him this time.
Finishing quickly threw this unpredictable emotion out of the sky, got up and walked towards the car: "Okay, I handed in my homework. Next is private entertainment time."
Leo catches up: "Follow me back to Washington DC."
"There is no door at all," he said.
"If you want to assassinate the Mafia headquarters with a gun or a three-sided assassination, I want to say this to you too," Leo said stubbornly. "There is no door!"
At 10:30 in the evening, Alessio Berardi welcomed the last visitor in his custody at the New York Metropolitan Federal Detention Center (MCC).
"Long time no see, Alessio," said the visiting Asian youth.
A young Italian with brown hair and blue eyes sat down at the meeting table. His hair has grown a little longer, still with that frank, refreshing, unintelligible expression. He smiled and said, "Long time no see, Li, I miss you so much."
"The way you miss it is a bit overwhelming," he said, raising his wrist to look at his watch, "Here again. 1, 27, 14, right?"
Alessio nodded: "Yes."
"Whether they are threats or warnings, these text messages are meaningless. You don't need to send them."
"No, at least it can remind you that I, Alessio, your former roommate, will soon leave this white building and return to the big apple outside with a glamorous appearance and a rotten inside."
He stared at him and said after a moment: "I wanted to ask you,'Do you really think I killed Timothy?' But when I saw you for the first time, I knew that there was no need to ask you. I have no cherishment for him, and I don’t even want to ask me, the man who was with Timothy the last time. He died in the hands of it, meaningless to you—no, it’s still a bit of meaning, so you can You can use the name of revenge to cleanse those who stand in the way."
Alessio's tone became more and more gentle: "Why, he is my elder brother, and losing him makes me grieve. I will spend my whole life in memory of him."
He smiled mockingly: "I have seen many dupliers, and you are the most outstanding of them. If I ask you how the prison guard Simon died, you would probably answer,'Who? Who is Simon? He? What's wrong?'"
"Who is Simon? What's wrong with him?" Alessio asked with a surprise of seven points.
He smiled again, "Well, then we have nothing to say. Goodbye, Alessio, although I don't want to see you again for the least, but we will always see you again."
"I thought you would be here, stay with me until 12 o'clock." Alessio said, "Don't you think this is the safest place for you?"
"No, the safest place for me is to sit on the dead body of the enemy." As he said, he got up and left the interview room.
Alessio sighed softly behind him: "Goodbye, Lee."
When the night wind was overwhelming, he put his hands in the pockets of his jacket and walked out of the detention center building alone. Leo parked the car outside the gate and waited for him, pulled the door open, and took the passenger seat.
"Any thoughts?" Leo asked.
"Eight times out of ten, Timothy hired someone to kill. When Simon and I left the cell, Timothy was tied to the bed and the door was locked until the guards found the body after dawn. During the day Simon returned. In the prison area, there is only one person Timothy is most likely to come into contact with..." He showed a somewhat stunned look, "So Simon was killed in the end. I just regret that a clean person like Simon, why should it be because of him, Get blood on your hands."
"Because he is clean, but not strong enough. When a person's bottom line retreats and then retreats, he will retreat beyond humanity." Leo said with emotion.
Su Qing silently thought of the shameless young prison guard who was crying in front of him with grief and gratitude, and whispered: "I will avenge him, but I will not use the way he hates and is forced to helplessly."
Leo looked relieved.
"There is something, I think it's time to tell you." The black-haired agent said.
He was immediately alert: "What are you hiding from me?"
"This operation originally had nothing to do with you, so I did not intend to tell you, but after such a dangerous 24 hours, I think it needs to be launched in advance, so I just discussed with the relevant persons in charge of the headquarters and the New York branch. Finally, They passed my proposal."
Catch Qing looked at him more vigilantly: "It sounds like a conspiracy, if the object of the calculation is me, I swear I will fuck you hard."
"No, no, don't get me wrong." Leo immediately clarified himself, "This is the best way to solve this trouble for you. Before that, let's meet someone."
As he said, he started the car and drove to the cold street under the street lights, after half an hour, he turned into a dark alley.
Leo stopped and turned off and waited quietly.
A figure stretched extremely long by a street light emerged from the back of the car, like a ghost from the dark night.
At this moment, it is 11:55 in the middle of the night.
Leo's phone lights up, and a new text message scrolls on the screen: 0, 4, 59.
Calmly retracted his hand into his sleeve, holding the three-sided army thorn that never left the body.
Leo lightly pressed his wrist: "Get to know, the real'ghost'. He lurks in the dark heart, dyeing himself black, just waiting for an order to kill the enemy. He is here. The code name in the FBI is called'Agent A'."
"The FBI and the New York police launched a large-scale encirclement operation in New York and surrounding areas on the 20th. A total of more than 800 federal agents and police officers were deployed to arrest 127 mafia criminal suspects, including several senior members of the family. These people were charged with drugs. Dealing, murder, robbery, arson, extortion and other crimes. Attorney General Holder called the Mafia "one of the most dangerous criminal groups in the country." "Today's arrests mark our efforts to combat illegal activities of criminal gangs." An important step.' He said,'This is the FBI's largest single-day operation against organized crime networks to date.'"
"Almost all the top of the Berardi family were arrested, including the'second boss' Joey Bollano and the'counselor' Yanniello. The most dramatic thing is the brother of the late'godfather' Timothy of the family. Lesio had just been acquitted by the Federal Court and was arrested again within two days. This time, waiting for him will be more severe charges from the prosecutor."
"It is reported that an FBI agent codenamed'Agent A'in this encirclement and suppression operation was indispensable. He used the pseudonym "Joaquin Aipolito" and successfully infiltrated Belal as an'expert of stolen goods'. Within the Di family, he has won the trust and respect of the second in command Joey Bollano. During the two-year undercover period, he repeatedly participated in the'secret summit' held by the top Mafia leaders, using a micro-eavesdropping device to record every The content of a meeting and hundreds of secret conversations. These 2,700 hours of recordings will become strong evidence for accusing the organization of crimes."
Close the "New York Times" of the day.
FBI agent Louis, whose alias is "Joaquin", was drinking coffee across from him, his face calm and relieved. "Joy thought I was his, and Alessio thought I was his, but I am no one," the short middle-aged Cuban said with a smile, "I am Agent A."
Looking at him, he didn't know what to say for a while, and then asked after a while: "The sniper missed the shot because of you?"
"Yes," Louis confessed happily. "And before breaking into the apartment at 103 East 86th Street, I confirmed that you have left. Sorry for ruining your parents' house, Agent Lawrence, but I think you can. Ask the government for compensation for this."
"I will." Leo said, "I will also ask that the room be completely restored before my parents come back."
"Finally, I want to say'thank you' to you, Agent Lawrence. Before my endurance reached the limit, you proposed to end this maddening undercover mission. Fortunately, I held the bottom line in that big dye tank. ." Louis finished his last sip of coffee, put down his cup, and left the office.
Leo turned his head and looked at the finale. The latter immediately stopped before he said his first word: "Stop! You don't need to say a word, don't think about doing your best political brainwashing to me."
The black-haired agent smiled helplessly, "I just want to ask you, before the plane to Phoenix takes off, do you want to go out for dinner together?"
He was startled and laughed: "Okay, let's eat Italian food."