The Last Killer

Leo walked out of a post office in Orange County. Although he was mentally prepared for the outcome, he still couldn't hide his disappointment.After all, after 20 years, the relevant evidence such as the post office manager, the postman, the street mailbox, and the surveillance video have been unable to be checked, and the manufacturer and seller of the stationery have long since changed. After the photo was taken, the letter was sent to the headquarters, hoping that colleagues from the Behavior Analysis Section could give some profiles of the suspect from the handwriting.

The Thanksgiving decorations on the street did not bring any warmth to the gloomy weather that day. Scattered leaves were blown up by the wind, flapping the hem of the long windbreaker like dying butterflies.Leo suddenly felt a sense of crisis of being spied on secretly, like a sharp steel needle against his back, following him like a shadow, with malicious intentions.He became professionally vigilant and looked around: it wasn't the group of female high school students who were chattering and secretly taking photos at the corner, nor was it the housewife who was on the phone and peeping at him in the VW parked on the street...

His eyes quickly scanned the crowd, like a precision-operated instrument, and suddenly turned to look at a tall building behind him.The moment he turned his head back, the needle-like sense of crisis suddenly disappeared, and the previous abnormality seemed to be an illusion caused by too much mental pressure.

But Leo knew it wasn't an illusion—for a split second, he was the prey of a certain line of sight.This feeling is not unfamiliar to him in his eight-year career. After all, he has sent so many terrorists and perverted murderers to prison. If those thugs' eyes of hatred and thoughts of revenge became real, he would have been riddled with wounds. hole.

At this moment, the phone rang, and while pressing the call button, he walked quickly to his car.

"Hey, Leo, are you still in Orange? I have bad news here, or unexpected news, which do you want me to say first?" his partner said from the other side of the North American continent.

"Say it in logical order."

"Aha, I knew you would answer like this. There are no fingerprints on the envelope and letter paper. It is obvious that the other party is very cautious. Only relying on handwriting, the Behavior Analysis Section only gave a vague profile, which does not help us narrow down the investigation. scope."

"How blurry?"

"Aged between 18 and 50, right-handed, confident, cunning, strong-willed, likes to escalate conflict - something like that."

Leo sighed slightly: "I hope the other surprise is a surprise."

"I can't promise, but it sounds a little weird. Last night I was drinking in a bar with an old classmate I haven't seen in years—"

"Are you still free to drink? Do you know that I haven't slept more than 6 hours these days?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to make you jealous, it's just that I used to have a good friend with him... He's an Interpol stationed in Europe." Rob said guiltily, "I drank and chatted with him last night, somehow When it comes to the 'serial killer', you know that even after the sentence, the heat of this case has not subsided. Wei was a little drunk and told me about a 'blue warrant' (Note 1) a few years ago He said that he knew an informant when he was handling the case, and he specialized in connecting the rich, tyrants, armed regimes and the like, and found some professionals to solve all kinds of troubles for them..."

"A middleman between mercenary organizations and customers?" Leo summed it up succinctly.

"That's right. The guy is very slick, typical 'two-headed', and Vee was eating with him once, and the news of 'Serial Killer Arrested' was playing on the TV screen-it was the first broadcast, and the guy looked at the TV. In the photo of Sha Qing, he said "he is not—" in a voice, and then seemed to realize that he had made a mistake, so he stopped talking. Wei guessed that he knew Sha Qing before, but the suspect had already been brought to justice, so he didn't take it to heart. Didn't happen to be on the subject, and never brought it up at all."

Interpol, Blue Notice... Leo realizes what the Bureau missed when investigating the identity of Zhaqing—maybe he is not a U.S. citizen on file at all; maybe he has multiple nationalities; maybe none of these nationalities are real Desire: He wanders in the crevices of various regimes, disregards national laws, has his own set of living rules and ways of doing things, as if he is in another plane of the whole world - he is (or was) a real freelancer, an international mercenary!

Only in this way can he explain his excellent skills, amazing camouflage ability, his usual triangular army stabbing and army-style fighting style, and his proficiency in various professional skills.The only thing that cannot be explained is what happened two years ago, when he took off the code name "Finishing" for himself and began to hunt serial killers systematically, which made him suddenly break away from the profit-seeking mercenary organization , Embark on another equally bloody, but profitless way of killing?

Leo was silent for a long time, so that Rob thought there was a problem with the signal, and hung up the call after calling without a response.

Back in the hotel room, Leo dialed a number in the phone book: "Kelly Blue, it's me, I have something to trouble you. I know you have connections in ICPO (Interpol), can you check for me? Let’s take a look, two years ago, which international mercenary organizations had changes... Big changes, at least affecting core personnel changes, yes, two years ago, including private military companies and contractors... Thank you, please send me the information later Mail."

After thinking about it, he thought it was best to do both. He called Rob's cell phone and ordered him to extract the identity information about the informant from his old classmate.

"I'm afraid it's not easy." Rob was a little embarrassed, "You see, we all love our informants, just like anglers love their bait."

"That's right, but we are fishing friends, and sometimes we can borrow bait from each other. Tell him, if the fish he wants to bite is what he wants, I will give it to him."

"Okay, I'll do my best."

New York, Rikers Island Prison.

Apart from the addition of canned turkey and pumpkin puree to the menu for lunch and dinner, there was nothing festive about the Graves.Perhaps the prison guards felt that it was a very funny thing for these hopeless desperadoes to learn to be "grateful". Captain Eric said during the roll call: "The only thing you should be grateful for is that the federal government has abolished the death penalty, so that Taxpayers' hard-earned money is still going to feed the poisonous worms of your society. Happy Thanksgiving, scum, now, go back to your stinking dens!"

Just when he turned his head, Wolf Stick winked at the subordinates around him.Those people immediately rushed forward and rushed towards their chosen targets. The self-made knives that slipped out of the cuffs quickly pierced each other's abdomen, pulled out, and stabbed again, one after another fiercely, the field suddenly wailed, Blood splashes.

Like a bucket of blood poured into the sea, the stimulated sharks suddenly became excited.The prisoners started booing one after another, howling like wolves, shaking the iron door and making metal crashes one after another.More people received the call of the war horn, like a herd of beasts on a narrow road, desperately pulled out the "weapons" hidden on their bodies, and rushed towards members of rival gangs and anyone who didn't like it.

"Good job! Come on guys, kill him!"

"Cut his throat! Rip his guts out of his stomach!"

"Blood! Blood! Blood!"

Some people even sang loudly: "Wars come and go, but my soldiers live forever!" Note 2

The faces of the prison guards present, including Captain Eric, suddenly changed.Due to the shortage of manpower during the holidays, their on-duty force was weaker than usual, and such a large-scale violent fighting was obviously not something that a few prison guards could settle with batons or pepper water around their waists.Eric used the communicator on his shoulder to call for support, while directing the other prison guards to quickly retreat to the duty room, and sounded the siren.

All the prisoners seemed to be soaked in the smell of blood in the air, and they had already fallen into a state of madness. The screams of excitement and the screams of pain intertwined into a tide, which swept everything together with the sound of sirens and martial law announcements, as if the entire prison area All hang precariously over hell.

In this carnival of carnage, Sha Qing's footsteps moved lightly and obliquely backward, and flashed into the 1316 cell without a sound.

Timothy was sitting leisurely on the edge of the bed reading a book, as if he was separated from the bloody battlefield a few meters away, forming a world of his own.The flames of war have spread from the aisle to the cell, but no prisoner dares to set foot on his territory. "Aren't you going to join the battlefield? Are you also a member of the Blood Gang?" He said in a teasing tone, without taking his eyes off the page.

"The real war is not there," Sha Qing pointed to his heart meaningfully, "here. It's a pity that many people will never understand it in their entire lives."

"It seems that you are good at both." Timothy said, poking his fingertips into the interlayer of the book cover, pulling out a bunch of notes, and flicking it to him: "This is the address you want."

Unfold it and take a look: "The sixth district?"

"Rafal Stoke is really not in this prison, it seems that you can't get close to him."

"But he's still on this island, isn't he?"

Timothy sneered: "What do you want to do, transfer to the sixth district? That's quite difficult, unless you get yourself into schizophrenia - that's a special area for mentally ill prisoners."

Sha Qing lowered his eyelids to think, and then smiled: "It's a good suggestion, I will consider it. Also, from your tone, it seems that you are quite happy with the troubles I am facing. Have you forgotten that we are already allies now?"

Timothy got up and approached him step by step until the other person's body was covered by his own shadow cast by the light. "Listen, little one, you're asking for my protection. If it wasn't for Alessio, I could hold your throat until you died, and then go find the sign myself, and I'd get more than that. It's four out of five. Maybe you think you can dominate the group of amateur serial killers, but here, you are nothing!" He sneered happily, "Got it, serial killer ?”

Apparently the other party has checked his details and probably contacted Alessio as well.But Sha Qing is not worried about this, because 90.00% of everything he said about Alessio is true; and the other one percent, that is, the "close friend" part, he knows Alessio In the bottom of his heart, he hoped that it would become a reality-he had always been aware of other people's personal emotions and made good use of them.What made him wonder was why Alessio didn't mention the important ring that symbolized family inheritance to his elder brother?Or is the topic of power really a taboo between the brothers?Sha Qing was thinking about it, but there was a calm smile on his face: "Understood, Lord 'Godfather'."

Timothy was slightly taken aback, as if he didn't expect the other party to be willing to bow his head to be taught.But this is better, an opportunist who knows the times is much easier to deal with than a dangerous person who doesn't know the times. Like a reward or a threat, he dusted off the non-existent dust on the opponent's chest and said, "Then Go get what I deserve, and don't make my brother sad. Otherwise, you won't need this heart anymore."

Orange County, Los Angeles area, California.

Leo was in a fast food restaurant near the hotel, finishing dinner while waiting for a reply from Rob or Kelly Blue.The beef cheeseburger in this shop tastes quite good, but he was absent-minded, and solved it as quickly as possible, beckoning the waiter to pay the bill.

The feeling of being watched in the dark reappeared.It's not just peeping, the sharp malice and murderous intent are like an invisible ballistic, almost piercing his body.Leo stood up abruptly, and at the same time, the waitress stood beside him with a well-designed sweet smile: "28.5 yuan, thank you."

Leo took out a 50 denomination note from his pocket, stuffed it to the other party, and left in a hurry.The waitress held the banknotes in her hand and stared at the back of the handsome black-haired guy with regret: Compared with the tip of 21 yuan, she hoped that the other party would write his phone number on a tissue.

Leo chased him outside the store. Vehicles shuttled back and forth on the street, and people walked by in small groups. The night shrouded the town at the beginning of the lights, and the little sense of crisis seemed to be swallowed up by the vast crowd.

Who exactly?Or are you nervous and overreacting?Leo couldn't help being a little confused.

In a dark place that he could not see, the muzzle of a gun slowly retracted.When the waitress inadvertently blocked the target, its owner knew the best moment had been missed.But he has enough time and patience to wait.

When the cell phone rang, Leo hid in a corner and got through the conversation.

It's Kelly Blue, he got some internal information from ICPO.In fact, international mercenary organizations come in all shapes and sizes, black and white, personal organizations, national governments secretly manipulating them, and some cloaked in the guise of security companies to fish in troubled waters in war-torn areas.But there are only a dozen or so that are truly large-scale and powerful, because most of them are elites and their core members are relatively fixed.According to Leo's request, those controlled by the US government (there are quite a few) were screened out. Severe blows resulted in the death of the fourth leader Hitt, and the successor female leader Rona Xishan took the main members into hiding and disappeared from sight.However, the police suspect that the organization is still secretly committing crimes in many countries and regions.

"No, not this." Leo said without thinking, "Is there any more?"

Kelly Blue hesitated for a moment, "Maybe there is another one, I'm not sure, there are too few relevant information...'Arctic Fox', maybe some people have heard its name, but they don't know anything about its specific information. A Quite a mysterious and bizarre organization, founded in 1984, with only 34 members, no matter how old or new it is, there are only 34 fixed members, most of the time they are employed by private individuals, and sometimes they also perform tasks that violate international law, such as kidnapping, assassination, The decapitation of the head of the regime. It is said—" he emphasized the word, "that he was seriously injured in an extremely dangerous operation two years ago, and some members were killed and separated."

"Some members, can you be more accurate? For example, their names or codes?"

"Oh, dear old friend, even if you promise to settle all the debts I owed, I can't do it." Kelly Blue said in an exaggerated tone, as if imagining the disappointment on Leo's handsome face look, he laughed. "It is said——" he emphasized the word again, "There used to be an Asian member of 'Arctic Fox', but God knows how it is now." After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone directly.

Holding the phone, Leo carefully chewed every word in the message, and his beautifully shaped eyebrows were habitually frowned.Will the rumored Asian members of this mysterious mercenary organization come to an end?Leo couldn't be sure.If yes, why did he become a serial killer after leaving the organization? Is this related to a certain experience in his childhood?There is still a lot of fog about the past of killing, but Leo feels that he is vaguely seeing a half-claw of the truth through the thick fog-he doesn't know what kind of bloody person he will face after uncovering the heavy camouflage covering it. The truth is dripping or festering, but he believes that if it is not uncovered and cured, it will sink into darkness forever, until it is completely swallowed by the abyss of desire that is twisted and out of control.

Note 1: Blue arrest warrant: one of the seven-color arrest warrants issued by Interpol.That is, "international intelligence refers to the arrest warrant", which requires information on the location, identity, and criminal history of international criminals.

Note 2: "Wars come and go, my soldiers will last forever!": "Wars come and go, but my soldiers stay eternal." A famous quote from the famous black rapper Tupac.