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Before the sun had fully risen, four travel-worn FBI agents rushed to this small border town famous for cocaine and smuggling.

The sheriff of the county police station stayed up all night, and after a brief chat with the detectives, he began to explain the case: "We compared the fingerprints and photos of the suspect, and they basically matched 100% with the information you sent yesterday. Regarding the transcontinental matter, we did not conduct a detailed interrogation, so we took him into custody first."

The leading middle-aged detective browsed through the information she handed over, and frowned slightly: "Did the hunt go well last night? Was any colleague injured?"

"It went well. One of the patrolmen was sprained his forearm during the fight - the suspect tried to take the gun." The sheriff said, "Because we received the FBI's warning in advance, we dispatched all the police officers on duty last night, ten of them In an ambush at the hotel, 15 people outflanked him from all directions, preventing him from running far."

The middle-aged detective nodded and asked, "He doesn't have a weapon?"

"No, he wanted to smuggle across the border and go to the Mexican gang in the middle of the night, so he didn't dare to bring a gun." The sheriff said, "We also dared to go to the hotel to ambush him after we were notified by the bar informant."

"Very good, well done." The middle-aged detective's melancholy expression finally relaxed a little.

The sheriff shrugged modestly, distributed the hot coffee brought by the assistant to the guests, and continued: "We found a small problem when we compared the fingerprints. The suspect has a fingerprint that matches a person named Pereey Reeves. , the appearance is also somewhat similar. But we have ruled out the possibility that they are the same person."

"Oh?" The middle-aged detective was very surprised, and put the coffee that was close to his mouth back on the table, "How to get rid of it?"

"The suspect knew nothing about Pereey Reeves, and he didn't even know that his mother was divorced." The sheriff explained, "Later, we checked Pereey Reeves' records and confirmed that he had married abroad and applied for marriage immigration. entry record."

The middle-aged detective frowned even deeper, and tapped the coffee cup: "But fingerprints are impossible to repeat..."

"It's just a single fingerprint, the index finger of the left hand." The inspector said, "Pereey Reeves has no criminal record, only one fingerprint is recorded, and it was recorded more than ten years ago-the accuracy of fingerprint sampling at that time was not the same as it is now. Official technology The parameter mentions that the coincidence rate may be one in [-]. But the ten fingerprints of the suspect and the first-level wanted criminal Yin Junhe are all [-]% consistent, and I think it is much more likely that they are the same person."

The middle-aged detective was noncommittal, silent for a moment and said: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work, I want to see him now."

"of course."

The temporary prisons of the small town police station are always full of all kinds of criminals. After all, here is next to Mexico, and small crimes have always been rampant.

However, today's situation is quite an exception, because a small cell with nine people locked up looks empty and very spacious.

Eight sturdy tattooed men squeezed tightly into less than a quarter of the space in the corner, like sardine cans. Three of them had bruised noses and swollen faces, obviously they had just been taught a lesson.

An Asian man exuding air-conditioning, Da Ma Jindao, sat in the prime position of the prison cell, occupying the other three-quarters of the space, with his eyes slightly closed, not sure if he was sleeping or practicing some magical oriental qigong.

"..." The sheriff was very speechless at this scene, and he was taken aback for a moment before saying, "It's him."

The middle-aged detective inspected the young man in the middle of the room through the fence, and called his name coldly: "Yin Junhe?"

The other party slowly opened his eyes after a while, and looked at him with an indescribable coldness in the blank, and cruelty in the calmness.

The middle-aged agent's heart trembled involuntarily, and he confirmed his identity almost immediately - yes, this is the North Korean killer who stole state secrets, killed federal agents, and disgraced the FBI and CIA!

Only an unreasonable country like North Korea can cultivate this kind of emotionless and fearless killing machine!

"Bring him out." The middle-aged detective suppressed his excitement and said to the sheriff, "Prepare an interrogation room for me."

"Okay." The sheriff was affected by his faint nervousness, and his hands trembled when he took out the key.

In the prison cell, someone known as a "killing machine" was still immersed in the dream of sandwiched sand balls and beef hot pot. It took him a long time to realize that he was executing the plan to control Gabriel in the United States, and the man standing outside the fence , the FBI agent who was in charge of interrogating him.

I didn't reveal my stuff just now, did I?Are the eyes too cute?Levi was a little uneasy, because Zong Ming laughed at his sleeping appearance more than once in the morning, and often said that he looked like a fool when he just woke up.

So Levi's quickly adjusted his eyes to make himself look smarter and colder.

"Wait!" The middle-aged detective noticed the change in his eyes, and immediately stopped the detective who opened the door, "This man is very dangerous, please bring a pair of shackles first."

The sheriff was taken aback by his expression as if he was facing an enemy, and immediately asked the policeman on the side to get the shackles.The middle-aged detective took out a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, and said to Levi, "You, stretch out your hands."

Levi moved his legs and feet, walked over and stretched his hands out of the fence. The detective handcuffed him with a "click" before saying to the sheriff, "Open the door."

When Levi's came out of the cell, the anklets were brought, so he wore these high-end goods for the first time in his life.

His eight inmates watched this scene in horror, and their sixteen eyes followed his stalwart figure in unison, with their heads up and down, which was two points more neat than Trump's military parade.

Let's be honest, not everyone has the opportunity to be in the same room as a North Korean killer.

That's Chairman Kim's man!

Levi's movement was hampered by handcuffs and shackles. He walked for seven or eight minutes in just two corridors, and was finally taken into a fully enclosed interrogation room.

The middle-aged agent who escorted him locked his handcuffs on the stainless steel table, and another younger agent gestured to the corner of the room.Reeves followed his gaze and found a camera there, and the light on it went out after a few seconds.

Levi's was a little nervous, his hands clenched tightly, his wrist bones moved slightly, and he immediately felt the tight metal confinement. He lowered his head, only to notice that his handcuffs had just received the tightest buckle.

"Are you Yin Junhe?" The middle-aged detective stood opposite the table, leaning on the table with both hands and asked him.

Levi's looked at him, thinking about whether to admit it now, or to play around a little bit.However, before he could think about it, another detective suddenly strangled his neck behind him, and pressed him hard against the back of the chair!

Levi's was taken aback, and subconsciously struggled a bit, but his hands and feet were locked, and he couldn't resist at all. In an instant, he was strangled until his eyes went black, and he couldn't even yell out.

Before he was completely suffocated, the man let go, but before he could catch his breath, he immediately grabbed his hair and slammed him on the table, making a loud "bang".

The bridge of the nose was in severe pain, two lines of nosebleeds came out at once, the teeth smashed the lips, and the blood sprayed out from the corner of the mouth uncontrollably, Levi's whole body was in a daze, he let out a short cry, and was covered from behind When he opened his mouth, all he could do was make a painful "huh huh".

The middle-aged detective walked up to him at some point, grabbed his collar and tore it off, inspected his chest and waist, squatted down and roughly pulled up his trousers.

Levi's kept struggling, making the shackles jingle, and almost kicked the middle-aged detective's arm.The young detective who grabbed his hair immediately punched him twice in the stomach, and then pressed him firmly on the table.

Levi's had never suffered this kind of beating when he was so old. Compared with the two kicks kicked by the county police yesterday, it was just tickling!A salty and spicy liquid kept coming up from his throat. He didn't know whether it was gastric juice, blood, or something else, and it made him burst into tears.

Finally, the inspection was over, the young detective let go of his hair, and the middle-aged detective returned to the opposite side of the table, and the two watched him vomit blood coldly one after the other.

"The scars and tattoos are exactly the same." When he was about to vomit, the middle-aged detective threw a few photos in front of him. It was a photo of Yin Junhe taken by the US police earlier. His face was unknown, but he could see it vaguely. A knife wound to the chest, a bullet hole in the lower back, and a wheat ear tattoo on the ankle.

When Zong Ming tattooed him ears of wheat back then, he still smiled and said that it was a good thing this guy didn’t have Chairman Jin’s head tattooed on it, otherwise he would carry a fat man obsessed with nuclear weapons everywhere he went, which would be too sad.

Thinking of Zong Ming, he seemed to feel better, and the pain didn't hurt so much anymore.

"Still insisting that I'm Pereey Reeves?" The middle-aged detective sneered, "May I ask why a preschool teacher has a gunshot wound? Why does he have a gun callus? Oh, don't tell me it was caused by holding a child."

Levi's coughed violently a few times, spat out the blood foam that choked into the nasal cavity, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's against the law for you to do this."

"Thank you for your concern. But I advise you to take care of yourself first." The middle-aged detective said sarcastically, then turned his face away, and said sharply, "Say! Why are you going back to the United States? Why are you going to Houston?"

Levi cleared his throat and said, "I want a drink of water."

Standing behind him, the young detective unscrewed the water bottle, poured the full bottle over his head, and hit him in the face with the empty bottle.

"Axi—cough, cough..." Levi was choked again, but he didn't dare to cough vigorously, because coughing would cause abdominal pain, and he didn't know what organ was hit just now.

Fortunately, the abdominal muscles are a little thicker, otherwise I am afraid that the liver will burst.

It's not easy being a killer.

"Where did you hide the thing you stole from NG Company? That's what you took in Houston, right?" The middle-aged detective approached him with his support on the table and asked, "Mr. Yin, I suggest you cooperate with my work. Otherwise, you may never have the chance to smell fresh air again in your life!"

"Oh, really?" Levi's looked at him mockingly, "If I tell you, can I breathe freely?"

The detective caught his gaze and was inexplicably suffocated. He took a silent breath and said, "At least you still have a chance to continue breathing."

Recalling Yin Junhe's interrogation video, Levi gave him a mild and cruel smile, and a perverted smile in despair: "Then you might as well kill me, 'bang—'! As for what you want, you can go to the black market Buy, Yitzhak, Lake Baikal, jungle camps... as long as I die, it may appear in any of these places' large trade fairs, and the highest bidder wins."

The two agents suddenly changed their colors, and Levi's smiled and said: "Anyway, Trump has plenty of money, doesn't he? It doesn't matter if she doesn't. You can choose a richer president next time. But hurry up, if you fall into a broker pocket, it may be even more expensive.”