The Last Killer

On the vast lawn in the courtyard of the Luna Club, there are more than 20 luxuriously decorated two-storey villas for members who come to participate in the activities to live temporarily.In fact, they are rarely full. Generally speaking, the club will control the number of members for each event between twelve and 15 people to ensure the quality of the event.

Garcia chose one of them at random, and immediately a maid came forward to tidy up the room for him and put fresh flowers and fruits on it.Dinner can be delivered to the room alone, or go to the lobby of the clubhouse to enjoy the buffet. He chose the former and sent out all the servants.

After eating and resting for more than half an hour, the doorbell rang.He stood up and opened the door, and a woman in a wine-red dress came in. She had blond hair and blue eyes, a pair of plump hemispheres on her breasts, high forks on her skirt, and her long snow-white thighs looming. Flawless beauty. "Hi, my name is Emily," her voice was crisp and charming, "Do you want to come out to play? Bridge, billiards, roulette... There are also bars and outdoor swimming pools. There are plenty of entertainment activities in the evening. We are looking for How about an interested one?"

Garcia avoided the arm she took the initiative to pull up, and said coldly, "No, there is no need, I am a little tired from the flight today, and I want to take a good rest."

The hand of the blond beauty who was pushed away slid to his lower back, stroking along the spine, and the smile on her face became sweeter: "Then let me give you a massage to relieve fatigue, whether it is Chinese or Thai, I'm very good at it."

Garcia grabbed her wrist with a backhand and shook it.Emily felt a force driving her body, and she spun half a circle involuntarily like a tango dance. The skirt rippled on her ankles in layers of red waves—then she found herself facing the open door, with a light weight on her back. With a light push, he returned to the porch inexplicably.

She turned to look at the door that was closed again, and before she could close her charming smile, she realized that she was rejected. "The bonus is wasted..." She muttered, and walked away resentfully on her high heels.

After less than 15 minutes of silence, the doorbell rang again.

Garcia tossed his half-removed suit jacket on the sofa and walked over to open the door—this time it was a young, handsome boy with red lips and white teeth, at best, smiling at him charmingly.Garcia sighed helplessly from the bottom of his heart, frowning arrogantly and critically: "Okay, tell your person in charge, if you are all at this level, don't bother me tonight!"

He slammed the door shut, and a red "Do Not Disturb" light came on under the doorbell.

The boy stared at the red light for a few seconds, and whistled regretfully—it was rare for him to meet such a handsome guest. In fact, the moment the door opened, he even had a feeling of gratitude against professional ethics.It's a pity that the opponent's eyes are higher than the top, and no one except the angel can't see it.Well, you can masturbate in the mirror, what kind of bed partner are you looking for!He walked away whimpering.

Garcia estimated that there would be no more "Nightingales" to disturb him, so he walked into the bathroom, which was half the size of a basketball court, and washed his face with cold water.

A small stream of water slipped from the skin, and the neat back of the head was not too docile, and a few strands of black hair were pulled out, hanging wetly on the forehead.He looked at himself in the mirror, feeling seven-point familiar and three-point strange.

Colored contact lenses, new hairstyles, just the right makeup skills, well-designed character and language style, a flawless identity background... these are all easy things, as he said to Edman, think about who is Backing you up - it's the federal government, what resources can't be used for you?

The difficulty lies within himself - how to perfectly disguise another completely different identity without arousing anyone's suspicion.

a week ago.

Leo was hurriedly recalled to the headquarters during his vacation, and his immediate boss, Gaudi, dropped a bomb at the group meeting—a roll of film footage that was accidentally intercepted, which was almost seen by several seasoned veteran agents. Spit out.

From the perspective of this video, it should be edited by four cameras at the same time. It is a bit rough according to professional eyes, but the content is shocking: a group of people in red clothes, all races, men, women, and children. Yes, from a row of basement-like cellars, pushing each other and rushing wildly in the wild open space, bullets kept shooting on the ground at their feet, and mud splattered.Behind them, more than 20 huge dogs barked and chased, knocking down the people who were about to flee into the dense forest one by one, biting their hands and feet and dragging them back to the center of the open space one by one.The terrified crowd screamed and struggled, trying to escape from the ferocious beast's mouth, but the well-trained bulldogs played with them wantonly like cats and mice, constantly biting their limbs and non-critical parts.The miserable howls and desperate pleadings of these people pleased the onlookers, who were talking and laughing while biting their cigarettes, as if enjoying the wonderful performance on the stage, and commenting on the performance of each bulldog.

Satisfied, they shot these dying people indiscriminately.The scene that followed was even more horrific-the bulldogs swarmed up and ate the corpse to a pile of bloody bone residues, and the zoomed-in close-up was disgusting.The whole process lasted nearly an hour!

They originally thought it was a special effects production, but after inspection and analysis by technicians, the possibility of the original sound recording is very high.If these tragic scenes really happened, it would not be in hell, but in the world!Someone filmed it and made it into a small movie, and prepared to smuggle it abroad, attracting viewers with twisted tastes to pay a lot of money to make a lot of money.

Judging from the slang spoken by some of the victims, it is likely to be American.The detectives were shocked and enraged—this kind of atrocity happened to the citizens of this country. Is it pure perverted killing, or is it a provocation to the government and regime?

Amidst the sound of discussion, Leo stared at the screen silently, feeling that the matter was not as simple as killing a small movie, but there was no obvious evidence that it rose to a political level... What are the identities of these victims?How was it imprisoned?Who is the murderer?Is there a manipulator behind the scenes?Where is the incident?A lot of questions came one after another, pressing huge anger into the bottom of his heart - he needed calm thinking and keen discovery more than those emotions that didn't help.

"First, where the film was intercepted, and whether the suspect can provide relevant clues. Second, intercept the victim's appearance and investigate whether there is any relevant missing person record. Third, start with the dog breed and firearm model they used Let’s see if we can find something out of it.” Leo looked at the dark-skinned old man sitting in the first seat, and put forward three suggestions in a concise manner.

Gaudi nodded his fingertips on the table approvingly, "Very effective proposal. In fact, we got this roll of film three months ago and dispatched some detectives to form a task force to start the investigation. I wanted to call you , Leo, but you have enough cases in your hands, it is not appropriate to hand them over to anyone... In short, we have some clues and suspects, but—"

He paused for a moment, then continued: "This person's identity is quite special. His father is the Duke of Avre. Although the UK abolished hereditary nobility and titles on a large scale in 07, the Duke of Avre was also among them. His father The eldest son can no longer inherit the title of duke, but the traditional power of more than 700 years is much stronger than we imagined. With the support of strong wealth, the eldest son of the duke still enjoys privileges in many aspects, which makes our investigation difficult, especially involving the two countries. Diplomacy and international public opinion . . . "

"Can we just let it go and let our citizens be slaughtered wantonly?" An agent said angrily.

Gaudí made a gesture to signal him to calm down, "Of course not, we are not the weak and deceitful Afghanistan or the forward-thinking China, not to mention that he is just the son of a commoner duke, even the duke himself, how can we do anything wrong to other people? No matter, but as long as he is an American citizen, no one is allowed to get involved! What we need now is conclusive evidence, as long as the evidence is in hand, he will be arrested."

"Certificate...to what extent does it have to be convincing?" Another detective asked disapprovingly, thinking that there is a need to be so cautious. Isn't what we are best at raiding and arresting people and producing evidence?

"The degree to which the British side is speechless." Gaudi said.

The crowd fell silent.

The black old man threw the bomb again, "I need an undercover agent. To prevent leaks, it can't be the group of people from the task force—I want to choose one of you."

The five agents at the bottom couldn't help but look at each other and didn't say a word for a while, including Leo.

Gaudi glanced at Ai Jiang somewhat unexpectedly, he thought he would be the first to volunteer, just like he had done countless times before.

……What happened?he asked with his eyes.

The dark-haired detective looked worried and complicated.Can we talk alone?He asked silently.

After receiving the message, Gaudi nodded, "Leo, come out with me, the rest of the meeting will end first." They walked to the next room, "Tell me, if there is anything you don't want to talk about." The old man said very kindly .

Leo hesitated to speak, but as if he had finally made up his mind, he took out a page from his notebook and handed it to him: "Look, it's all in this report."

Gaudi took it over and read it carefully, with subtle surprise, relief and disapproval in his expression, all blended together naturally, and finally formed a strange smile. "--Then what?"

"Then?" Leo wondered what he meant in puzzlement, "Then it's time to wait for the punishment from the bureau." He said sadly, "After all, it was a serious incident of manslaughtering hostages, and he forged evidence to hide it for five years... …maybe be fired, or worse...”

"If I were you, since I have been hiding it for so long, I would just hide it to the end and take this secret to the grave."

"I once planned to do so, but my conscience does not allow it, and Debi also does not agree. Only by doing this can her soul rest in peace."

Gaudi smiled and sighed, folded the report paper and put it in his pocket, "I respect your wishes, I will send this report up. But don't expect too much about dismissal. There is a shortage of elites in the Bureau. Guys won't let you live a leisurely life in vain, at most it means demoting or giving some punishment-oh no, don't show this kind of 'this is not fair' look, Leo, people and people may survive Rights are equal, but in terms of survival value, you can’t expect the bureau to value the life of a five-year-old girl more than a well-trained backbone agent.”

He patted Leo on the shoulder, interrupted the rebuttal he was about to utter, and said earnestly in the tone of someone who has experienced it: "You are still too young, child, after a few more years in this society, you will naturally see through some things. "

Leo stood in a daze under his palm, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

Before he was about to leave, Gaudí turned back and said, "If you feel uncomfortable, you can accept this task. Think about those people in the video, I don't know how many innocent people will follow in their footsteps. We can't save the dead People, at least they can do their part for the living, can't they?"

"If you still trust me - I will accept this task." The black-haired detective said resolutely.

"Of course, your loyalty to the profession is beyond doubt." His immediate superior said, "But before that, you need a special training."

"Training what?"

"How to be a rich man."

"Isn't that very simple, just give me a bank account of [-] million dollars—or, [-] billion dollars? I don't mind."

Gaudi laughed, "Oh, it's not that simple, young man, what you lack is not only money, but also a kind of temperament - the kind of temperament of a superior who spends money like water and treats the people as worthless."

"Can you describe it?"

"Uh, things like 'casual arrogance', 'innate superiority'? Too bad I'm not one of them. However, the Bureau has brought in an etiquette expert and a psychology teacher to come and Training in this area is specially made for you."

Leo shrugged helplessly, "It sounds boring enough. In short, I just want to convince myself that the earth revolves around me."

"That's right." Gaudi was very satisfied with his comprehension, "In addition, we will arrange a contact person for you, who will help you break into the other party's small group..." They walked out while talking in low voices Room.

Garcia, no, it should be said that he is the undercover federal agent Leo. Now he has successfully entered the Luna Club, but there is still a long way to go from his expected goal-he must get close to the founder and leader of the club. Yavr, and get enough evidence to convict him, and reveal the truth about what happened on this jungle island.

He made sufficient preparations for this, but what he never expected was that a guy who appeared unexpectedly disrupted his overall plan and made the situation out of control.