The Last Killer

As night fell, a Chevrolet Suburban pulled into the underground parking lot of the FBI's Chicago branch building.Leo turned off the ignition and took out the key, touched the well-bandaged but still burning wound on his lower back, opened the door and stepped out of the car slowly.

The two knife wounds were stitched neatly by the private clinic doctor in Thomson Township, and the places on the arm that were pierced and bruised by gravel were also treated. With the infusion of 400㏄ blood of the same type, his physical strength returned to his thirsty body inside.He changed into a new set of clean clothes from head to toe, and apart from the pain from the wound that could not be ignored from time to time, he felt that he was much better.

"Is your menstrual period coming, my beautiful little Lie Ma, you smell bloody all over your body." A majestic and deep voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Leo turned around in a bad mood, and said coldly to the bald and burly man, "You'd better pray that you can work in the FBI for the rest of your life, or one day I'll put the barrel of a gun in your mouth!"

There was an obscene chuckle at the corner of Anthony's mouth, and he replied with a pun: "I don't mind if you put the 'gun' in my mouth. In fact, I really hope to do it to you."

Leo felt the newly stitched wound burst into pain again.He walked away without saying a word, saying one more word to this guy was in his favor.

Anthony stepped forward and blocked his way, "Hey, don't be so indifferent, I just care about you. Are you injured? It smells like fresh blood," he commented after taking a deep breath as if intoxicated: " It tastes really good."

Leo felt that this bastard was more perverted and violent than all the murderers he had caught before combined, but the current identity of the other party was a colleague, and what was even worse was that he couldn't beat him.

Thinking of another master fighter he met today, Leo's mood became even worse, and he said with a sullen face, "Yes, I was injured, and I almost fell into the hands of a murderer playing 'Mad Dog'. By the way, that The guy's fighting style is the same as yours, even the color of the eyes is the same light yellow, could it be that you put on a hood to attack me?"

Anthony froze for a moment, "'Mad Dog' tactical assault knife? Fighting style with me? Buff iris? Hell, you remind me of a goddamn guy—I can't wait to kick his head like a watermelon. His red brains smeared the walls and ceiling! What else? Burn scars all over his entire right arm?"

Leo's dark blue eyes widened in surprise, "Burn scar! There is indeed a large burn scar on the back of his right hand, which looks a bit like a bat. I can't see if there is one on his arm... Do you really know this? people?"

A series of curses came out of Anthony's mouth, mixed with Portuguese and Russian. Even if Leo couldn't understand those words, he could feel a deep-seated hatred and resentment from the tone of his voice.After the big bald man cursed out his veins, he finally changed back to English: "'Devil King' Elan! I guarantee with my head that it must be that damned bastard! Two years ago, he was swept away by the 'War Tiger'. I was seriously injured in the boxing arena. I was afraid that my enemies would take the opportunity to find me. I didn’t know where to hide. After the fight, I disappeared without a trace. I was not reconciled, so I tried my best to find it a few times, and finally heard that Fleeing to Siberia, if I didn't hate the damn cold weather there, I would never let this son of a bitch go easily! Motherfucker!"

Leo automatically filtered those unsavory foul language in his eardrum, and said to Anthony with a serious expression: "Come on, go to my office, we need to have a good talk."

Anthony was stunned again, showing disbelief in his eyes: "You——invited me to your office? It's raining like red... Could it be that you are willing to consider my 'suggestion'?"

"Go to hell with your 'suggestion'! You bastard with a brain!" Leo finally couldn't help cursing, "I want to talk to you about this serial murder case, you fucking Show me some seriousness!"

Anthony laughed instead of anger when he scolded him, "No problem, I will tell you everything you are interested in. As a reward, you have to tell me the style and color of the underwear you are wearing today."

Leo couldn't bear it anymore and punched his defenseless stomach. After the other party grunted in pain, he turned and walked into the elevator.

Savy?Elan, 36 years old, Israeli-American, born in Siberia training camp, former black market boxing champion, nicknamed "The Devil", is currently listed as the number one suspect in the Chess serial murder case in Chicago.

After the federal arrest warrant was issued, Rob breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Leo, who was still frowning: "Relax, buddy, at least we already have a suspect."

"If he can't be caught, he will always be just a suspect." The black-haired detective replied dissatisfied, "There's another one!"

"As long as you catch him, the other one can't run away. Aren't they a good pair of gay friends?" Rob took the hot coffee he just bought and took a big sip, "Caffeine is not good for wounds. , you'd better drink juice."

The door of the office was pushed open, and Li Biqing rushed in and immediately asked, "Are you injured? Is it serious? Where is the injury? Has the wound been treated? Why don't you go back to rest!"

"Hey, boy, slow down, can I number your questions?" Leo put on a rare narrow smile, which diluted the habitual sternness on his face, making him look younger And handsome.

Li Biqing realized his gaffe, and smiled a little embarrassedly—he was rarely so irritable, and today he made an exception.Walking to Leo's side, he gently touched the bandage on the back of the other's waist, and took a "hissy" breath, as if the big gash was drawn on his back, "Does it hurt?"

"It's okay." Leo felt that the place he touched, the warmth could still penetrate through the thick bandage, which was even better than the pain-relieving effect of morphine.

"You should rest more and work less before your injury recovers."

"I know, don't worry."

"In the evening, I will cook black fish and peanut rice soup for you. Traditional Chinese medicine says that it will promote wound healing."

"Oh, Chinese medicine... can you not put the strange bark and grass roots in?" Leo made a face of embarrassment, but there was a happy sunshine in his eyes.

"Don't worry, it tastes good. I made it for Jasmine before, and she likes it very much." Li Biqing replied confidently.

Leo narrowed his eyes and suddenly fell silent.After a while, he said politely, "Thank you."

Li Biqing seemed to feel that something was wrong with his mood, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong, so he replied dully: "You're welcome..."

Rob turned his head and didn't want to look at the two idiots again, showing a horrible expression.

At this time, Alfred, the leader of the special case team, walked in and said to Leo in a tone full of concern and condolences: "Are you okay? I didn't expect these two damn bastards to be after you."

"A little flesh injury, no problem." Leo smiled calmly.

"What I'm worried about is that they won't succeed in one blow, and there will be a second mover." Alfred said worriedly. Whether it's public or private, he doesn't want a criminal investigator at the headquarters to make any mistakes in the case he is in charge of. "You need to strengthen personal protection measures, Leo, I will send more people to stay by your side 24 hours a day."

"No, thank you, I don't need a bodyguard." Leo refused, "My personal security is not so thin, and besides, there is Rob."

The green-eyed partner immediately stated: "We will act together until the case is over."

"However, two people are still a little short, aren't they?" Alfred tried hard to persuade them, "Why don't we add one more, because there just happened to be someone who recommended himself to join this operation, Anthony, the hand-to-hand combat instructor of our division? Queirot, there is nothing to say about fists and kicks, I heard that playing with tactical knives and guns is not bad."

Leo's face darkened, "Please pass a message to him: 'Go as far as you can!'"

Rob clicked his tongue and winked at Alfred: "Oh, it seems that someone has deeply offended our handsome guy! I've been with him for a year, and I haven't seen him so angry with anyone."

The old and kind Jewish agent was a little embarrassed at this time, and explained: "I heard that you and Anthony worked together in the New York branch before, and I thought..." Seeing Leo's gloomy face, he immediately put aside This topic: "Leave him alone, let Mai En follow you, this young man is very smart and motivated, let him learn something from you."

Leo had a good impression of the mixed-race young black detective, so he reluctantly agreed.Seeing that the clock on the wall had pointed to ten o'clock, he patted Li Biqing's arm and urged, "You should go back." Then he turned to Alfred and said, "Can you ask someone to send him off?" Procedure?"

"no problem."

Li Biqing asked: "What about you and Rob?"

"We're not going back to live in that apartment for the time being." Leo replied succinctly.

Li Biqing immediately understood the unspoken scruples: Generally speaking, serial murderers will not give up on their carefully selected targets so easily, especially a professional killer like Elan who is proud of his skills. The attack failed, and there might be another time, Leo was afraid that his personal safety would be endangered.

He couldn't help holding the back of the black-haired detective's hand tightly, and his round and gentle eyes like a deer were filled with deep worry: "Leo...you will be fine, right?"

The latter showed him a bright and gentle smile: "Of course, I will be extra careful."

"You swear!" The Chinese boy stared at him anxiously and eagerly, "You swear to me, and Jasmine, that you will protect yourself and never get hurt again!"

The look in his eyes made Leo feel a real pain from the bottom of his heart. If there were not two other people present, at this moment, he just wanted to hold the boy tightly in his arms and comfort him ten thousand times. But now, he could only say with the most reasonable smile and the most natural tone: "Yes, I swear, to you and my sister Jasmine."

Knowing that this was just self-consolation, Li Biqing still felt a lot more at ease, as if there was a special magic in the other party's words, which made him believe him and support him involuntarily. "Okay, go do whatever you want, call me if you need to, I'll be on 24 hours a day."

Leo nodded silently, holding his palm with his backhand.

"I really hope that my daughter's hippie boyfriend is half as capable and sensible as this kid. Leo should feel lucky to have such a relative..." Alfred sighed in a low voice.

"I don't think Leo thinks so..." Rob sighed in a lower voice.

In the next few days, Li Biqing did not see Leo and Rob outside the branch building.The two federal agents seemed to have figured it out, and avoided the time and route that might overlap with him.This made him completely lose the energy to make dinner. Every night, he cooks some noodles to satisfy his stomach. He waits until noon to bring the cooked medicinal meal into Leo's office, and then watches him eat the thermos upside down, which attracts his attention. Rob once again howled helplessly: "I want to marry a Chinese wife who can cook!"

It's a pity that the warm lunch break didn't last long, and was interrupted by an emergency outside line.Leo hung up the phone, got up and said to Rob: "A policeman in the southern district received a report from the public, saying that he had seen the person in the photo of the wanted warrant near Englewood, and drove a mercury-colored Land Rover Aurora to Go southeast. Come on, let's talk to the witnesses."

Rob walked out of the office with him immediately, and Mann followed after hearing the sound. The three of them got into a black Chevrolet Suburban and sped out from the underground parking lot.

Soon, they left downtown Chicago and entered the South, known for its street violence and gang fights.Walking through the run-down neighborhood of Englewood, a group of black boys shouting and fighting were venting their rage on a hot summer afternoon, and a little girl on the porch with a needle in her arm started laughing tearfully.The Chevrolet's closed cabin and dark window film can't isolate the social problems in this area, such as homicide, drug use and early pregnancy, which accompany the poor and noisy life of the bottom everywhere.

A basketball flew from the corner of the street and hit the front windshield of the car, bouncing away with a bang. Mann seemed to have been prepared for it, still holding the steering wheel steadily, his thick lips tensed sullenly, like a guard Chains of sadness, indignation and disappointment.

On the contrary, Rob, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was taken aback and almost pulled out his pistol. After seeing that it was a prank, he muttered angrily: "Damn black district—" Realizing the color of the driver beside him, he He stopped abruptly and hurriedly explained: "Hey buddy, I swear to the family cemetery that this is definitely not racial discrimination, I just feel that the security problem in this area is really..."

"I know." The young black detective replied stiffly, "I was born here. If it hadn't been for a stray bullet that broke my mother's left foot during a gang fight ten years ago, I might still be one of those street gangsters now." member."

Rob was silent for a moment, then whispered, "I'm sorry...and I admire your struggle."

Mann clenched the steering wheel tightly, and raised the corner of his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but he never had a chance to say that sentence——

"Bang!" With a crisp sound, the window glass next to the driver's seat suddenly shattered into a hollow mesh.Along this invisible straight line, on his left temple, a scorched round hole the thickness of a finger appeared, and when the sniper bullet pierced through the skull and rushed out from the other side, it blasted a hole the size of a fist.Broken bones, brains, and flesh were splashed all over, and Mai En's body visibly bounced, and fell to the right on Rob's body.

Rob let out a cry of alarm, and his upper body slammed into the car door.When the black detective fell down, he took the steering wheel. The Chevrolet Suburban swerved and roared into the roadside buildings. It smashed through the iron gate and plunged into the cement brick wall of the abandoned warehouse. The sound raised dust all over the sky.

"-Brake!" Leo shouted a second before he was thrown into the front seat by the huge inertia.

Rob's head hit a hard object, and his eyes went black for a while. Leo's cry sounded like lightning piercing through the night, roaring in his head.He leaned over to the driver's seat, tried his best to hug Mai En's crooked calf, moved it and pressed it down, barely stepping on the brake.

The huge body of the Chevrolet vibrated almost upside down. After knocking countless scraps of copper and iron into the air, like a seriously injured beast, it puffed and smoked and plunged into the wooden containers piled deep in the warehouse.

The process from extremely dynamic to extremely quiet is as short as the moment when the end of the world is approaching. After the devastating explosion and shock wave, there is a dark and dusty silence.

In this dead silence, the coma of just a few seconds is as long as the polar night.