The Last Killer

"You want to release Clyde right away? Brandy?" In the conference room of the FBI's office building in Ohio, female agent Tia raised her voice, her glamorous face was full of disapproval.

"Since he is innocent, we can't detain him forever." Leo replied calmly with his arms resting on the metal table.

"However, as Bi Qing said, if he is released, the murderer is likely to strike again in the short term."

"Then protect the target population. We can concentrate the scattered targets to a certain point, so that we can increase the protection and ensure the physical safety of the target."

"How to concentrate?"

"For example, I can give Clyde a hint that someone in the school district who has never been in harmony with him reported him. That dude is very vengeful, and he will definitely vent his anger on that person after he is released, causing extremely strong anger. Conflict, completely attracting the murderer's attention to him alone."

"You are... wanting to use an innocent citizen as a bait to lure the murderer!" Tia looked at Leo in disbelief, as if she only really knew him at this moment, "Have you ever thought about the serious consequences of doing this? Once there is a loophole in our protective net—even if it’s only a little bit the size of a pinhead, it may bring his life into danger!”

"Then protect him thoroughly! Put the most advanced signal transmitters and monitors on him, closely monitor him 24 hours a day, use rubber bullets when arresting him, in short, use all the methods we can think of!" Ao raked his hair with his fingers a little irritably, "This is an excellent opportunity, if you miss this time, the campus serial killer is likely to escape from our noses, and attack again after a period of dormancy, when the victim But it’s far more than just one person!”

"Of course I know this is a good opportunity, but it doesn't mean we must take advantage of this opportunity! We have other ways to catch that scum, and we don't have to bet on the safety of an innocent person!" Tia said aggressively Roaring, he turned his head and shouted at Rob: "Why don't you use your voting rights? We are two to one, let Leo's proposal go to hell!"

"Uh, actually," Rob said hesitantly, "I think Leo's method is quite feasible..."

"—You guys working together!" Tia slammed the table angrily, making a muffled bang. "Leo, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person! I thought your integrity was as rigid as a textbook, but now it seems that you are an unscrupulous bastard! Bastard!"

Leo looked at her with a pair of calm and indifferent dark blue eyes, and said slowly: "I will do whatever it takes, as long as I can achieve the only purpose - to bring all criminals to justice. If you can give more Constructive comments, instead of ranting here, I will consider whether to change the decision, now, you say it."

Tia seemed to be choked by a foreign object, and suddenly there was no sound.She turned her eyes to the oldest detective present for help: "Doctor..."

The silver-haired old man raised his head from the document room and held the lens on the tip of his nose: "As I said earlier, I am a technician, and I only provide technical references. You are the ones to take the action decision. Or, you vote?"

"No need!" Tia said angrily, "I give up my objection, but reserve the right to report and impeach to the headquarters in the future."

"I agree." Leo said decisively.

After leaving the detention room of the Portland Police Department, Leo felt the roar of the second ancestor still echoing in his ears.He made a beeline for the black Chevrolet SUV and fired it up.Rob moved a few times in the passenger seat, and finally couldn't help but ask: "Do you have to use that child... I mean, the city police will definitely oppose it."

Leo said: "I didn't want it to be him at first. It would be very troublesome to involve the family members of the police. But you also saw it just now. With just a little hint, Clyde pointed the finger of anger at Quentin. Even the suspicion process They are completely omitted, and directly raised to the conclusion, it can be seen that they have long been conflicted and full of hostility. Even if I want to change the target now, that extreme dude will not believe it."

Rob sighed deeply, "I can't imagine Sheriff Trivey's reaction when he found out, I heard that he dotes on this only child very much, especially when his wife went on vacation a few years ago, and when she came back, it turned into a divorce paper. After the agreement."

"Then don't let him know, since the matter is a foregone conclusion." Leo's face wearing sunglasses showed no fluctuations in expression, "Go back and mobilize the secret service team. I need at least ten people, two in the surveillance car, three A tracking protection, 24-hour shifts. Before Clyde Brandy is released tomorrow, GPS signal transmitters and monitors must be installed in place, so I can keep an eye on Quentin and make no mistakes."

"I'll go back and make arrangements." Rob nodded.

Clyde?Brandy's release caused another round of waves in the local media. Debates about whether the police bent the law for personal gain and whether the congressman's son is really innocent can be seen everywhere in newspapers. The scene of walking out of the police station and being bombarded by countless reporters.

"I said I didn't kill people." When the blond and blue-eyed rich second generation saw the sun again, he was still in high spirits, "But this does not prevent me from paying tribute to Rose Killer: Hey, well done, buddy! comeon !” He unscrupulously made a shooting gesture towards the camera lens.

There was a burst of angry boos from the audience standing by the TV screens in the windows of bars and avenues.

On the second day after Clyde was released, there was another student brawl on the campus of the State University. The son of the city policeman and the son of the councilman started a fight with their relatives and friends. The two sides were evenly matched. At least one side will be beaten to death.

This time the school can no longer turn a blind eye.In order to avoid turmoil in the campus where the murder had just occurred, the two leading students were suspended for three days after being punished, and their parents were asked to take them home for ideological education.

On the fourth day, after school in the afternoon, Quentin met with his friends and went to a nearby bar to have fun and change his mood.Six or seven college students, including Lei Zhe, got drunk, and one of them vomited all the way from the private room to the lobby.Lei Zhe was the first to die in battle. While clamoring to go home, he turned dizzy and slammed into the floor-to-ceiling windows. His companion had no choice but to call a taxi, stuffed him full of nonsense into the car, and told the driver his home address.

After going crazy for more than an hour amidst the blurred lights and twisting hot girls, Quentin received a call, and then walked towards the door of the nightclub in a nonchalant manner. "What's the matter, Quentin?" a companion who was still awake called after him.The black boy shook his fingers in mid-air and answered something, his voice was completely swallowed by the nightclub's explosive electronic music.

"He probably wants to throw up outside," another half-drunk boy said, "It's okay, let's continue..."

"The target left the bar, got into a car, and headed towards the state university." In a huge van, the FBI agent who was staring at the monitor screen said with a headset, "He answered a phone call before leaving, but There's too much noise around, I can't hear it through the monitors."

"Keep an eye on him." Leo's voice came from the headset, "Shadow, keep a certain distance, but don't lose him, report anytime."

"Yes, sir." Several other voices on the channel answered simultaneously.

In the middle of the night, the taxi stopped at the gate of the university campus. Quentin got out of the car and hiccupped. The alcohol dissipated a lot in the cool night wind.He walked for about 10 minutes, across a large empty lawn and into a gymnasium with the lights out.

"Target entered area C10."

"Follow up. Be alert to emergencies and prepare for battle."

"receive."

Entering the athlete's rest area, the black youth fumbled on the wall to find the light switch, and found that there seemed to be a problem with the lighting system.He took out his cell phone from his pocket, and took pictures around with the tiny flashlight.A soft voice came from the back of the room: "Hi." Someone was obviously saying hello and beckoning him to come over.

The monitor sent a conversation to the monitoring equipment of the field vehicle: "I thought you had gone back early. What happened to call me out in such a hurry?" There was a crisp snap, followed by the black boy's complaining voice, "Damn , this place doesn't even have lights on, and there are so many mosquitoes!"

"Never mind the mosquitoes, they won't bother you soon enough. Listen, we'll have better fun than going to a nightclub to drink and pick up girls." It was a male voice, very young-sounding, inside It sounded familiar to O, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

"What do you want to say?"

"You know, today I pretended to be a cheerleader and left a note for Clyde. That's right, it's that blonde busty. I bet Clyde wants to suffocate between a pair of G-rated meatballs in his dreams. "

"I have a hunch that there will be a good show to watch, and then?"

"And then he came to the gym at the appointed time, ready to go on a date that was going to kill him - did you hear the door banging in the locker room, I guess he was getting impatient."

"Ha! You locked him in the locker room? Dude, you're a genius! I've been looking for a chance to smack that bastard!"

"Now this opportunity has come—you didn't tell the others, did you?"

"Of course not. Didn't you say you wanted to keep it secret on the phone?"

"Excellent. Come on, let's cover our faces, the hood is in the backpack on the bench."

Then there was the sound of footsteps moving, and the black boy was walking towards the bench by the wall, bending over to zip the backpack—

The sharp warning flashed through his mind, and Leo's heartstrings tensed instantly, and he shouted into the miniature headset while rushing over: "Action! Immediately!"

Three plainclothes agents who had been hiding behind closets and doors jumped out, holding guns and yelling, "Freeze! Don'tmove! FBI!"

The moment the agents were about to act, the figure behind Quentin also made a movement that caught him off guard, using his strong left arm to suddenly strangle him by the throat from behind.The murder weapon held tightly in the right hand was clearly visible in the searchlight of the flashlight—it was a pared, thin branch the size of a baseball bat, with a hard and sharp tip that was lifeless and waxy white.

Rubber bullets whizzed out from the barrel. Although the light was dim, at least four or five bullets hit the assailant's non-critical parts at the same time due to close-range shooting.It was as if the limbs had been savagely beaten by a few iron rods. The severe pain accompanied by loss of mobility made the victim instantly paralyzed, fell to the ground and let out a painful whimper.

Leo clipped his hands back to hold him down and put steel handcuffs on him, quickly ending the fight that had been five days in the making.

In the white light of the flashlights, the federal agents could see his face clearly.

"It's you... Lei Zhe? Tang En," Leo said his name clearly, with a cold light in his dark blue eyes, "The real murderer of the campus serial murder case."

Although covered by messy and curly black hair, the Hispanic boy's slender eyebrows and eyes are still stubbornly exposed from the hair. He pulled a rebellious smile at the federal agent in the constant pain, and showed no weakness Response: "Good evening, Leo, you're here half an hour early."

"That's really a pity, I've always had a good sense of time." Leo said coldly, and ordered his subordinates: "Read him the Miranda Manifesto, and then take it to the car." When he walked past the almost frightened black youth, he Added another sentence: "Take him back to the city police station and return to Officer Trevy, tell him that the FBI appreciates his help."

"...Let me out! I'm claustrophobic..." An agent opened the locked dressing room in the rest area, and the blond youth slammed on the door and scrambled out, "Damn it, I'm going to kill you!" You bastard pigs alone..."

Leo grabbed his front and lifted it up, "Boy, imagine this: the FBI didn't set up an ambush, Quentin was tortured and killed in the school gymnasium lounge, when people opened the door and found the horrible body, you just recovered from the blood on the floor Wake up... Isn't this scene very exciting?"

Clyde shuddered violently, as if he just realized that just a few minutes ago, he passed by the greatest danger in his life. This deadly trap was enough to send him to the death penalty injection table!

"If this lesson doesn't teach you to keep a low profile, remember to ask Mr. Brandy to hire a good lawyer for you next time." Leo contemptuously loosened the collar of the second ancestor, turned and walked out of the room.

Portland Police Department.

"...You damn bastard!" Extreme anger twisted the muscles on the face of the black sheriff, and punched Leo recklessly.

Leo quickly grasped his wrist, and then two FBI agents rushed up, tightly suppressing the sheriff who lost his mind and began to draw his gun.Trivey struggled and roared furiously: "How dare you, how dare you take my son as bait and throw him under the knife of the psycho killer! You son of a bitch, I'm going to fucking kill you !"

Leo lowered his eyes slightly, staring at the other party's shiny police boots. The toe of the boot reflected the pale light of the fluorescent lamp on the ceiling, like a piece of a miserable dream.Facing the anger of his colleagues, his handsome and serious face remained unmoved, and he said calmly: "I'm sorry I didn't say hello to you beforehand, but this is the best chance to catch the murderer, I can't just let it go, the same As a law enforcement officer, I think you should be able to understand. And I have taken protective measures to ensure the personal safety of your son, he was just a little frightened, and he will be fine after a rest."

"Fuck your mother's protective measures!" Trivi gritted his teeth, "That's my son, I will never allow him to be threatened with his life! If it were you, would you let your family stand on the edge of the cliff?"

"If you do this, you can save the lives of more innocent people—yes." Leo replied without thinking.

"Youson of bitch!" The black police officer burst into a bone-chilling curse.Before he struggled to pounce again, he was dragged and persuaded by a group of city police to leave the room.

Rob looked at his back, his usual slippery and undisciplined expression seemed a little worried at the moment. "I think if your way of speaking can be more tactful, maybe his reaction will not be so violent." He whispered to his partner, "We all know that you have no better choice-we must release Clyde? Brandy, it’s the same a few days later. And the conflict between him and Quentin is inevitable, not today, but one day in the near future. Quentin has a high possibility of becoming a murderer The next goal, you just took advantage of this established fact, caught the murderer, and did your best to protect the boy. From an objective and rational point of view, you are not wrong at all. But Leo, you know Many people—it should be said that the vast majority of people cannot always look at problems objectively and rationally, especially when they are related to things that are very important to them.”

When you find something like that and face the same multiple-choice question again, you won't give an affirmative answer without thinking like today.Rob added in his heart, and then patted his partner on the shoulder with comfort.

Leo glanced at him, a puzzled gleam flashed in his eyes, and he quickly disappeared under the deep dark blue sea. "I'm going to the interrogation room to pry that guy's mouth open, are you coming?" he asked his partner routinely.

"I thought I could open a bottle of champagne to celebrate, and then have a good night's rest—" Rob said gloomily, "As a reward, we caught another serial killer."

"Do you know how many serial killers are currently active in the United States according to the headquarters' estimates?"

"How much?" Rob asked.

"About 300," Leo replied. "How many more victims do you think are making desperate calls for help while we rest?"

"Okay, okay, we don't need to rest, just changing the lithium battery is enough." Rob raised his hands dejectedly, and was once again defeated by the black-haired detective's halo of justice.