National Security Bureau 8: I, the King of Criminal Cases

He stared at the surveillance screen in front of him in a daze.

On the screen, there were all the surveillance angles of the entire mall.

Just now, a team of 15 Black Panther commandos turned the entire five-story mall building upside down, but they didn't find anyone.

Not only that.

Now the mall is surrounded by a large number of military and police.

Not to mention people, even flies can't fly out.

But the target disappeared.

Disappeared under their eyelids!

"The reconnaissance satellite scan is complete, and it cannot be located."

"The city surveillance did not find the target."

"No abnormalities were found in the mall."

"..."

The staff and special agents were reporting quickly.

Harold was still in a daze, staring at the surveillance in front of him.

His brain was boiling, reasoning, and analyzing various possibilities.

"Search the sewage pipes inside the mall!" Harold suddenly shouted.

Eight minutes later.

"Found it, confirmed, there are traces of human walking and climbing in the sewage pipes."

"Confirmed, the target has appeared inside the drainage network."

"..."

Waves of surprise shouts rang out.

Harold showed a mocking expression on his face, muttering, "Sure enough, as powerful as you are, you still choose to be a little mouse?"

They are all special agents, and they all make a living in this industry.

He also knows the means of escape very well.

But the next second.

"The target disappeared, and the tracking personnel found no traces in the drainage system."

"Warning, the target disappeared, search the area."

"Report, search fruitless, no target found, lost the target position..."

"Huh?" Harold was stunned, "How is it possible?"

As long as the target is found.

Tracking can also be carried out based on the previous traces.

How could the target position be lost?

Suddenly, Harold's scalp exploded, and he quickly shouted: "Call up the target disappearance position."

In an instant.

A monitoring perspective appeared.

It was pitch black.

But you can see the light of the flashlight, and you can see that it is inside the drainage pipe.

"Scan around." Harold ordered again.

The monitoring perspective moved and scanned the surroundings.

There were no manhole covers or wellheads above, and there were no forked and turning passages around.

It was a ‘straight’ drainage pipe.

But on the ground, there were no more traces of walking.

The target really disappeared at this place.

You can also see footprints on the ground...

“Enlarge the footprints!” Harold suddenly shouted.

The monitoring angle was lowered, and the person could be seen squatting.

The camera looked at the footprints at a close distance.

Harold’s eyes were fixed on the monitoring screen.

For half a minute, he closed his eyes in pain, “Wrong, he walked here and retreated.”

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

Retreat?

Even if he retreated, there would be footprints, right?

The next moment, everyone suddenly realized... .......

No, there would not necessarily be footprints left.

The target could step on his original footprints and retreat step by step.

In this case, even if he retreated, only a row of footprints would be left.

Thinking of this, everyone’s face changed drastically.

In other words, the target deliberately led them into the drainage pipe.

In fact, the person did not come down at all, and did not escape here.

Instead, he left from somewhere else.

They were fooled!

"Why did he do this?"

Harold stretched out his hands and grabbed his hair, roaring in a low voice, "He could have escaped, he could have left and gone somewhere else, why did he retreat? This makes no sense. Is it really just a joke? How could you, who is so powerful, play with a group of ants? These ants are not worthy at all. So, what do you want to do?"

Suddenly, he froze and slowly let go of his hand.

Harold's brain seemed to be electrified, countless pheromones boiled, and all kinds of flashes flashed by.

The details that he had not paid attention to before were now rolling in his brain.

An answer slowly surfaced.

"He..."

Harold was horrified, opened his mouth, and after a while, he muttered a sentence, "He is looking for the commander? He, came to find me?"

"Yes, I came to find you, because you are very smart, and if I don't get rid of you, you will follow me like a tail bug, which is very annoying."

A 2.7 voice slowly sounded outside the car door that was opened at some unknown time.

Instantly, all eyes in the surveillance car turned to the figure at the door.

It was a tall man, young, ugly, and dirty.

However, when everyone saw him.

Their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

Because everyone present knew how terrifying he was, as terrifying as a monster.

This monster was also very good at killing people!

Desperate expressions appeared on everyone's faces before they could make any moves.

Puff puff puff puff...

The pistol with a silencer sprayed bullets one after another.

One by one, the staff and the special agents fell down.

Finally, the man slowly got into the car and stood in front of Harold.

"Nice to meet you!".

Chapter 151 Hello, Goodbye! (5 more)

Harold stared at the man in front of him as if he had seen a ghost.

But his body was trembling, not because of fear.

But because of anger and overwhelming hatred.

Soon, this hatred was replaced by despair.

When despair appeared, Harold's eyes became dead and empty...

"Very strange."

Originally, Zhou Chen wanted to get rid of the person in front of him directly. He looked at him with a smile, "Do we have a grudge?"

Harold did not speak, and looked at Zhou Chen with numb eyes.

"First of all, I am still a virgin in my life. Even if I came to Country F, I did not abuse my iron rod. Your wife should be quite old, but I still don't like her."

Zhou Chen was puzzled, "Most of the people I killed were because they prevented me from completing the task, so I can't figure out where your hatred is. I also clearly remember that a minute ago, I had never seen you... Why do you hate me?"

"You killed my brother, Faith."

The numbness in Harold's eyes turned into raging anger and murderous intent.

"Faith?"

Zhou Chen was surprised, "Who is that?"

Suddenly, he stared at the person in front of him, took a closer look, and suddenly realized, "I know who you are talking about. You and your nose and eyebrows look very similar to your brother."