The Last Killer

The second basement floor of the FBI office building in Chicago.

Fierce and dull gunshots rang out continuously, echoing in the enclosed space for a long time.The human-shaped targets kept popping up from the dark and moved quickly. Amid the dense gunfire, each target would appear in less than three seconds before a small black hole would be punched out in the center of the ring, and it would fall backwards with a snap.

Five human-shaped targets suddenly popped up from behind the shelter, moving forward at different speeds and trajectories, but the shooter happened to be empty at this time, with only the last bullet left in the chamber. Press the magazine clip with the thumb to exit the empty magazine, and pull out the new magazine from the waist with the left hand and insert it upwards into the pistol. The whole process was completed in one go, and it only took 0.5 seconds!Immediately, he shot five bursts, seemingly casually without time to aim, but hit the bull's-eye, and the five moving targets fell down almost at the same time.

The gunshots stopped abruptly, and an electronically synthesized female voice then reported the result: "The training of mobile visible and hidden targets is over. Type: Anti-hijacking hostage shooting training. Venue: 1. Difficulty: Level A. Number of hit targets: 38. Hit rate : 100%. Average reaction time: 1.39 seconds. Overall score: A+."

Leo's tense muscles slowly relaxed, he put down the pistol, and took off the sound-proof earmuffs.On the one-meter-high cylindrical metal platform beside him, the microcomputer reminded him whether to save the training results, and reminded him that the results had broken the best record on the leaderboard.Leo clicked "Cancel" on the touch screen indifferently, put away the gun and turned to leave.

"Hi!"

A man's voice called out from behind.This voice was unusually powerful and resonant, as if it had been hit in the chest cavity thousands of times before breaking out of the throat, with a booming reverberation like a stereo speaker.

Such a timbre with personal characteristics is really... damn familiar!Leo walked towards the exit as if he had never heard of it, and consciously quickened his pace.

"Hey hey! I'm sure you've heard that, my, pretty, hot pony~" said the voice hauntingly behind him.

Leo had to stop, turned around with a frosty face, and looked coldly at the bald and sturdy man in front of him - 6 feet 5 inches (1.96 meters) tall, 225 pounds (102 kilograms) in weight, like an iron tower Generally standing upright, the bulging muscles all over the body contain terrible striking power and explosive power.But even more frightening than this huge power is the unarmed combat technique that is completely designed to kill the enemy. Those steel legs that kick out 4 legs per second and can break an iron pillar with a diameter of 2.7 inches have been used in the world's top black market boxing. During the game, 157 hard skulls were kicked.

Anthony?Queirot, a Brazilian-American, was born in a Siberian training camp. He was nicknamed "Chariot of Death". He was invincible for eight years in the black market fighting competition known as "no rules, no restrictions", with a record of 199 battles. 198 wins, including 157 kills.His only and final defeat cost him dearly with broken arms, collarbone, three ribs and a severe concussion.At that time, he was dying, and the black market boss thought that he was worthless, so he was almost killed. Fortunately, he was accidentally rescued by several federal policemen, and he was lucky enough to survive and was sent to the best hospital for treatment.The police hoped to use him as a breakthrough to cut off the big net of the black market boxing organization. Unfortunately, as a participating boxer, even the boxing champion, he didn't know much about the inside story, and in the end he only destroyed a circle of knots outside the big net.Anthony, who survived tenaciously and recovered most of his physical fitness, relied on his previous agreement with the Ministry of Justice to become a hand-to-hand combat instructor of the FBI's New York branch with his strength far beyond ordinary people and his rich and exquisite skills.

Leo, who had not been transferred to the headquarters three years ago, was tortured by this black boxing instructor on the fighting training ground of the New York branch.In fact, this is not a disgraceful thing. You must know that all the detectives who have fought against him, even the well-trained special police, have all been dealt with properly. The key is that this guy is gay, and he has always been Showed an unusual "sexual interest" towards Leo.

After a certain training session, he triumphantly said to Leo: "Are you upset? It's a pity that in order to complete the prescribed martial arts training course, you only have two options: [-]. Beat me. [-]. Like Crying like a bitch, I went to the boss to complain about my sexual harassment. Which one do you choose?"

As a result of this incident of sexual harassment in the workplace, the angry student had a fractured tibia, while the unscrupulous instructor was only kicked with a bruised cheek.

Now this guy reappeared in the underground training ground of the FBI Chicago branch. Although it was probably just a chance encounter, Leo rekindled the urge to kick that shiny bald head when he saw him for the first time.

Anthony used provocative eyes, from the handsome face of the black-haired detective full of mixed-race style, to the strong chest and well-proportioned waist under the tight short-sleeved T-shirt, to the tight buttocks and slender buttocks that cannot be concealed by loose military and police pants Sweeping her legs very "vigorously", the tip of her tongue slowly licked her upper lip: "I haven't seen you for three years, you've grown up, Leo, and you're getting hotter and hotter...Come on, let me see that other than looking more Besides delicious food, do you have any other improvement?" He hooked his thick index finger towards Leo, and put on a provocative posture of "bring the horse over here".

Leo said blankly: "It's a pity that you are no longer my instructor, and I have no obligation to provide real-life demonstration materials for the fighting training courses in the Chicago branch." The moment he turned around, he kicked his right leg straight to Anthony's temple with the sound of hunting wind.

"——Surprise, this is a good move!" Anthony said as he tilted his head back, easily avoiding the swift kick.

Leo missed a hit, and the inertia drove his body to spin around, followed by a side kick with his right leg, biting the opponent's left rib like a poisonous snake - if this kick was solid, even a strong man like Anthony would have to be broken A rib or two.He had to seal the frame with both wrists, blocked in front of the ribs, then bent his knees and lowered his waist back, avoiding the sweeping kick of Leo's left leg after turning again.Just when he twisted his body back and prepared to fight back, the opponent's whip legs swept over with lightning and thunder one after another, forcing Anthony to bend forward again to dodge at a speed that could not allow him to breathe, and finally fell to the ground with a carp standing upright. Avoid the last sweep kick to the lower plate.This series of attacks and defenses lasted only 5 seconds, but Leo had already kicked five legs. The range of attacks was from the head, the ribs to the legs, all of which were shrouded in his stormy leg skills.

"Okay!" Anthony shouted, contracting his strong abdominal muscles and bouncing up his body suddenly. In order to bend over and sweep his lower body, Leo had not had time to retract his two hands on the ground.He seized the gap of less than half a second with extreme vigor, and hit the opponent's jaw with a right fist.The back of his fist seemed to shake lightly, but Leo felt a sharp pain in his jaw, he staggered two steps, his nasal cavity was sour instinctively, and tears almost came out of his eyes.

The black boxing instructor's counterattack was far more than just this punch. He jumped up, formed a straight line in the air from head to toe, and quickly rotated 360 degrees. His huge body brought huge kinetic energy, and his long legs whizzed towards Leo like an iron axe. cut off his face!It's hard to imagine that a big man like Anthony could perfectly use such an exquisite kick - the spinner turned and kicked in the air, hitting Leo's left jaw again.

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and Leo's face was kicked to the side, with a strong smell of rust coming out of his mouth, and he staggered back several steps until his back touched the cylindrical metal platform beside the shooting training ground.

Anthony rushed forward, leaping up like a eaves and wall, with his left foot on his chest, his right toe hooking his chin, using his strength to somersault back a circle, and landed firmly on the floor.

This kick was just a light hook, and did not cause further damage to Leo, but the threat in it was already overflowing.Undoubtedly, if the bald man who deliberately released the water tried his best to kick the kick, with his squat strength of 560 kg, the opponent would not be killed immediately, or at least suffer a severe concussion.

"It lasted 9 seconds longer than before." Anthony scraped a strand of blood on Leo's cheek with his fingers, brought it to his lips, and licked it with the tip of his tongue. The agent swayed, "Don't be depressed, my beautiful little Ridge, this is already a pretty good result. You know, Jacob, who was known as the 'meat grinder' back then, burped his fart in 53 seconds on my lap , even the 'monster' Hogan only lasted 15 minutes and 42 seconds."

Leo wiped the blood on the corner of his lips vigorously with the back of his hand, and replied indifferently: "That's really inferior, you must know that you lasted 18 minutes and 54 seconds before losing in the hands of the 'devil' Elan, didn't you?"

The bald man immediately sank his face.The fight he lost for the first and last time in his life was his eternal shame and scar.After he recovered from his injury, he was eager to return to the fighting arena to fight Elan again, but the black boxing "devil king" who was good at taking advantage of the opponent's small mistakes to win, actually fell down on his own small mistakes two years later , Alex who was nicknamed 'War Tiger'?Chen swept off the ring.

Perhaps this is the fate of a black market boxer - use arduous training to forge himself into a killing machine, keep kicking other people's heads, use life as a bet to win huge wealth, and then wait for a certain day - maybe it will be the first day after victory The next day, he turned into a bloody corpse just like his former defeated general.

Taking advantage of the short moment of his loss of consciousness, Leo threw him off and turned around to leave, but was strangled by a hard arm like cast iron from behind his throat.

That arm didn't make any effort, and Leo didn't make unnecessary struggles, letting another burly and strong male body stick to his back, and his fiery breath sprayed the hair on the back of his head.

"199, that's the number of official fights on record, but they only account for a third of my total fights. Do you know how much money I made in my eight years as a boxer... 6000 million dollars, there is In my Swiss bank account. And what is your annual salary? 7? Half of the deposit will be given to you." Anthony's tongue was slowly licking the back of his sweaty neck, full of eroticism, and his deep and deep voice echoed in his eardrums, "Think about it, 8 million US dollars, you can pay as much as you want. Spend extravagantly and live like a UAE prince..."

Leo knew what his "offer" was.But Jesus, even if the other party throws all 6000 million in front of him, smashing the floor into a big golden hole, he has no interest in this damn "proposal", even thinking about it makes him feel disgusted .This is not about Anthony's sexual orientation, but about this person - he can't stand this kind of emotional transaction that desecrates dignity, even if his future partner is not the opposite sex but the same sex, it will never be this kind of bloody hand. Butcher!

With a sharp elbow on the latter's ribs, Leo broke free from the not-so-secure shackles, and turned back with a cold reply: "Take your 6000 million to hell!"

"Go to hell?" Anthony's eyes instantly became cold and deep, as if he had returned to the perpetually frozen ice of Siberia, that extremely bloody and cruel devil training camp.A group of young people from all over the world have been facing the desperate situation of life and death since the first day they entered the camp. As the products of the training camp, those who fail to pass the deadline assessment will be directly destroyed.They fight with their companions with bare hands, fight with wolves, grizzly bears and other ferocious beasts, and fight with instructors who hold weapons.Less than one-third of the people can walk out of that training camp, and all of these people are the most ruthless and ferocious bloodthirsty beasts, the most precise and efficient killing machines.

"No need, I just crawled out of hell..." Anthony whispered indifferently, watching Leo's back disappear into the elevator on the basement floor.

After taking a cold shower and changing into a suit and uniform, Leo's turbulent emotions gradually calmed down.

Under the stimulation of the black boxing instructor, he did put a lot of effort into training unarmed combat.But it didn't take long before he realized clearly that neither martial arts nor Anthony was a part of his life. It takes time to do this, and doing your job well is the key.

Touching the dark and smooth Glock 18, 9mm caliber, 17 rounds of ammunition capacity, light and handy, good performance, stable performance and strong firepower, the rate of fire of 1200 rounds per minute in automatic mode is comparable to that of a submachine gun...a sense of familiarity and intimacy He rushed to his fingers, "Good girl, you are more reliable than anything else." The black-haired detective said, inserting the gun into the holster under his ribs.

Back in the office upstairs, when he opened the door and saw the person sitting on the sofa, Leo was taken aback for a moment, frowned habitually and asked, "Why are you here?"

Li Biqing withdrew his hand from the chessboard and smiled at him: "My profile is finished, here it is for you."

Leo turned to look at Emily who was fighting him: "Are you free?"

"No, no, I'm just here to deliver coffee..." The black girl in charge got up in a hurry, her pretty face with big eyes and pointed chin was full of anxiety, and she slipped out of the door beside him like a fish.

"How did you get here?" Leo asked.

"I met Rob downstairs." The Chinese boy said a little depressed, "Can we not speak like a prisoner? I'm starting to get nervous..."

Leo's heart softened, and he subconsciously softened his tone, "Sorry, professional habits." He walked to the edge of the sofa, took a sip from the coffee cup that was still warm, as if he was trying to cover up the uncomfortable look on his face expression, and then took a thin sheet of paper from Li Biqing's hand. "I'll send it to the Criminal Investigation and Analysis Office right now, you wait here... If you need snacks and drinks, go to the tea room to get them yourself. Don't get close to that girl."

"Why?" Li Biqing asked with innocent and confused eyes.

"She's bisexual and has a lot of trouble with exes. I don't think you'd want a tall, hot-tempered female cop rival who broke into our office yesterday and made a big fuss."

Li Biqing shrank his neck, and immediately expressed his opinion: "The relationship between me and that girl is only to pass coffee and take coffee, and it has nothing to do with other dime."

"That's good." Leo nodded slightly, and walked out of the office with his criminal mind profile.

Li Biqing breathed a sigh of relief, sat back on the sofa, and began to move left and right to unravel the mess on the coffee table.

Rob came out of the private bathroom behind the desk, shook the water droplets on his hands, and showed a very sympathetic look to Li Biqing: "Did I remind you that that guy has a strong desire to control, especially for the Someone he particularly valued?"

Li Biqing pondered the actual weight of the words "specially valued person" in his words, and after a while replied naively and confusedly again: "Is there? I just think he has a sense of protecting his family. Of course, I am him." Future brother-in-law."

He punched the white and soft cotton, the feeling of oppression made Rob almost vomit blood, and he said weakly: "Well, I was wrong, I shouldn't meddle in my own business."

The Chinese boy looked at him inexplicably, and asked again: "Can you play chess?"

"Uh, some."

"Great, let's play the next game!" Li Biqing pulled him onto the sofa and rearranged the chess pieces enthusiastically.

"My chess skills are terrible, and I'm afraid I'll be checked off after a few moves." Rob looked a little embarrassed.

"It's okay, it's just for fun anyway—" Li Biqing suddenly silenced, and then said: "A few steps? A few steps... Yeah, why didn't I think of it at the time! 1, 8, 3, so it's this Meaning!" He muttered words that no one could understand, and grabbed Rob's arm: "Where is the Criminal Investigation and Analysis Office? I want to find Leo!"

"It's on the eighth floor." Seeing his eagerness, Rob couldn't help getting up and said, "Is there something urgent going on? I'll go with you."

When he was about to hold the doorknob of the office, Li Biqing hesitated again, and slowly withdrew his hand, "No, it's too vague, the certainty rate is no more than [-]%, we have to analyze it again, wait..." He said to himself He muttered to himself, staring straight at the chess game on the coffee table that was still standing still.

"Waiting for what?" Rob asked puzzled.

"Wait for the next chess piece, one, or two..." Li Biqing murmured.

Rob looked at the black and white chessboard, and the blood-stained chess pieces in the evidence bag were shaking in front of his eyes, bringing the horror of death in the pupils of the victims... He suddenly understood the meaning of the opponent: just Like looking for the law in the connection between points, the more the number of points, the more perfect the line and the clearer the law.But those points are not just chess pieces, but data, but living lives!Li Biqing wanted to wait for the next one, or two victims to appear, so that he could paint this picture enough to reveal the law and get close to the truth—this is indeed a rational and calm analysis and judgment, which is so rational that it is absolutely, Cool to the cold!

He looked at the young Chinese boy in front of him in surprise, trying to find the aura connected with this frightening cold words from the other's delicate facial features and gentle manners, but he failed, the other's pensive face was as usual Gentle and soft, without the slightest shadow, as if deducing a math problem that has nothing to do with life, so plain and pure.

At this moment, there seemed to be an uncomfortable feeling, as slender as a moth's tentacles, it just trembled past, and when he wanted to catch it, the afterimage in his mind disappeared completely. , leaving no ripples.What is that, an illusion?Weird, vague, and bewilderingly fleeting.

Rob blinked the thick and curly eyelashes above his green eyes, and shook his head unconsciously. He must have been too high in the nightclub last night, and he is still in a trance to this day.The case in hand is already annoying enough, why bother yourself?He quickly put aside the unhappiness and asked, "Have you found anything about the murderer?"

"I'm not sure yet. It's just a guess..." At this moment, the phone rang in his pocket, and Li Biqing took out the phone to answer a few words, and then gave Rob a bright smile: "Leo told me to come over, there must be some drama. "

Rob was stunned for a moment, as if he was shocked by his sudden smile, and he became more and more sure that the illusion just now was the aftereffect of a hangover, and scratched his hair guiltily, "Oh, of course, even Dr. Claremont praised you for being here. talent, let alone Kensen, who only trained in BAU for one period. Let’s go, I’ll take you up there.”