I'm innocent [Comprehensive British American]

"Qiu Chengke and the others should have dealt with Queen Bai." Dr. Letterman covered Natalie with a quilt, closed the car door, and got into the commercial vehicle next to her. "A psychiatrist will come over to give Natalie psychological counseling in a while."

Alexey and Yang were sitting side by side playing sparring on Alexey's precious computer. Yang heard the voice and looked up, "Doctor, do you still remember the group of hostages trapped in the movie theater?"

"I remember, but haven't the agents already gone in?" Dr. Letterman said suspiciously.

Yang scratched his head and blushed slightly, he said hesitantly, "That's it, can you contact the agents inside? If you can, can you let them pay attention to a girl in a white jacket."

"Wow, your girlfriend?" Alexey, who had become familiar with Yang, put his arms around Yang's neck and laughed, but his eyes darkened and his breathing became lighter, as if he cared about Yang's answer.

"What are you talking about, she's my partner, Bella." Yang pushed Alexey away with a stiff smile, "She's from the CIA, she's on vacation today, she went there to watch a movie, or she told me about Natalie's body There are bombs/bombs."

"The name of the bad street." Alexey sneered and started chewing ice cubes again. Dr. Letterman watched Alexey's performance without revealing.

"I can't contact her now." Yang continued, "It may be inconvenient for her to look at her mobile phone, and she has two colleagues inside, and they have lost contact."

"White's people took away the mobile phone." Dr. Foster came over, she said to Dr. Letterman with a gloomy face, "They started killing hostages, one every 10 minutes, no one knows what they want, they clearly Can't stop what's going on in North Dakota."

"Where are the agents who sneaked in?"

"They didn't dare to act." Dr. Foster said with a strange expression. "They sent news that there are people with white chess disguised as people hiding in the crowd, but they don't know who they are. Those people are carrying weapons of mass destruction."

Dr. Letterman nodded. He licked his lips and paced back and forth, pondering, "Is it possible that as long as the mice with bombs inside are under control, the agents will be able to do it?"

Dr. Foster's movements paused, she suddenly looked up at Dr. Letterman, and warned, "No one can get in, you can't get in."

"You're lying, you know I can tell." Dr. Letterman looked at the time, tilted his head and approached Foster, "It's best for me to go, we don't have time to delay, let me find those people, more than 300 people, With so many seats, it's hard for them to notice one more person."

"That's not the problem." Foster's voice was serious, "No one can guarantee your safety when you go, and you don't know whether you will meet the agent or the white player first."

"I recognize it."

Dr. Foster frowned tightly, his chest heaved violently, and he looked very angry.

Their car is now parked not far from the cinema, and in front of them is a row of police cars and a group of journalists who are not afraid of death.

A little policeman poked his head in and said anxiously, "They agreed on the conditions. They demanded to hand over Chelia Bai's body."

"Koria is still alive." Dr. Foster said doubtfully.

The little policeman shook his head and said he didn't know what was going on.

Dr. Letterman frowned and said, "They want Leah to die, and Bai Qi is afraid that Leah will tell the secret."

"Leah cut off her own tongue with a piece of porcelain." Dr. Foster couldn't bear to say, "She chose the most extreme method the day she was caught in prison. It's impossible for White not to know."

The little police officer shivered and ran out, and came back after a while, "Their condition remains the same, they just want Liya's body."

He paused, looked at the two doctors with dark faces, and asked carefully, "Give it?"

"It's useless." Dr. Letterman pursed his lips, coughed lightly and said, "They made things so big, they didn't leave themselves a way out."

"Then why didn't they die together?" Yang, who had been pricking up his ears, asked suspiciously. "The hostages are just a bargaining chip for a deal. White's original purpose was to threaten the black queen to leave North Dakota. They should have started slaughtering the hostages directly when the first purpose was not achieved, instead of delaying time like now. "

After Alexey killed Yang's game character, he continued, "Unless there are special circumstances, the target of the hijackers is basically not the hostages themselves. The hijacking itself is random. Since money and exchanging hostages are not their goals, then There is only the last one left, and their actions contain some kind of political purpose."

Dr. Letterman looked back at Alexey abruptly, muttering "Political purpose?"

"Yes, such as 7.7 and 911." Alexey shrugged, "I guessed."

Dr. Letterman looked at Alexei and nodded slowly, "You're right, White's game may not be just a simple terrorist attack, it is saying something through this game."

"We have always wanted to suppress the matter." Dr. Foster continued, "We have been trying our best to minimize the influence of the chess game for fear of causing panic, but the white chess has never meant to hide it. , serial murders, suicide terrorist attacks, they have always been massive."

"You mean even if they don't go to North Dakota after Black, White will make such a move sooner or later?" Yang asked suspiciously, "But why?"

"Even if we guess it, we can't achieve their purpose." Dr. Laitman pondered. "Now is the most urgent time to solve the hostage-taking incident."

As he said that, he looked at the little policeman with a confused face, "Find a way for the agents to get me in, can you?"

The little police officer nodded, Dr. Letterman glanced at Foster, turned around and got out of the car.

Foster got out of the car immediately, ready to go to the police car to observe the robbers at close range, trying to see the flaws in their faces.

Yang Gang got up and wanted to go out too, but Alexey grabbed him.

"what?"

"Go and make trouble." Alexey put away his lazy look, and said in a low voice, "The shot you just made seems to have hit someone."

"You said I hit the white elephant?"

"There are blood spots on the ground that were run over by shoes. This is the direction where you shot. There is no passerby who was accidentally injured. It is not the white elephant or someone else. We should protect Natalie. If the white elephant does not leave, Nata Li was her target."

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"Red? Gordon?" Al looked at Morgan and asked anxiously, "Where did everyone else go?"

Morgan wiped the sweat from his brow while supporting the tree, "I don't know, it was too confusing just now."

He looked back around again, the moon was covered by clouds, and they couldn't make out where it was at all. "I'll call them."

"There is a sound." Al suddenly pressed Morgan and made him squat down. After a long while, a person dragged a long strip and limped over. When the red beam of his bright flashlight hit Al After a pause, Al held his breath and lowered his body even lower.

The man seemed to have noticed her. He threw the things in his hand on the ground and walked slowly towards Al.

Morgan clenched his hand/gun, and after the man approached, he stood up abruptly, "Don't move!"

"Qiu Chengke?" The flashlight moved away slightly, Al looked at the person in front of him suspiciously, and said hesitantly, "Why are you still dressed like this?"

Qiu Chengke raised his hand to grope on his face for a moment, pulled a piece of skin off his cheek, and handed it to Al, smiling friendlyly at her, "I haven't had time to remove my makeup, what about the others?"

Morgan put away the gun, said with a sigh of relief, "They all got separated, the fire started suddenly, what is that?"

"The White Queen." Qiu Chengke threw the quilt in front of them, revealing the unconscious old man inside, "I only found him when I went, and the White King had already run away."

After Qiu Chengke patted Bai, he warned, "He is indeed sick, but it's not as serious as you said. He is alive and energetic."

"Are you sure?" Al asked confused.

"Sure." Qiu Chengke said affirmatively, "Is there any problem?"

Al and Morgan looked at each other, and Al said hesitantly, "If the Queen Bai didn't fall ill, why did Destiny take away the power?"

"He said he gave it away." Qiu Chengke didn't intend to continue this topic. It wasn't just them who fled here, but also the townspeople. The woods were not safe.

"You can leave the woods by walking straight along this side for about 10 minutes." Qiu Chengke reunited the White Queen and handed the flashlight to Morgan. He put on his peaked cap and said, "I'll go find other people."

"You go? Can you do it?" Al said worriedly, looking at Qiu Chengke's injured thigh.

Qiu Chengke didn't answer, he stepped back slowly and his breathing became smaller and smaller, until when he retreated to the shadow, he almost merged with the night.

"Don't worry, this kind of venue suits me."

Al raised his eyebrows and said in surprise, "It can still be like this, okay."

After a few soft sounds, Qiu Chengke had disappeared.

Al pointed at the place where Qiu Chengke stayed, "I always thought he was a former mercenary, but now I know he was a ninja, but there are ninjas in this era?"

"Ninja?" Morgan carried the white queen on his shoulders, "He is a Chinese-American, and Japanese are ninjas."

Al blinked in confusion, and just about to refute, suddenly there was a slight noise behind her. She looked back at the dark woods and asked vigilantly, "Qiu Chengke? Is it you?"

No one answered, Morgan put down the white back and held the gun tightly, the moon emerged from behind the dark clouds, and the moonlight shone through the leaves, barely illuminating the forest.

Al turned on Qiu Chengke's bright flashlight, and the red light passed by. A burnt and unrecognizable face faced them straightly, with protruding eyeballs full of resentment.

He remained motionless, Morgan and him confronted each other for a while, and walked over cautiously with the gun firmly in hand, when Morgan was about to approach, the man suddenly moved.

He fell straight down, and Morgan had no time to dodge. He fired several shots and was pinned to the ground by him.

Al was about to go over to help when he saw this, when Morgan yelled, "This is a dead body! There are still people!"

Before Morgan finished speaking, Al's movements suddenly stopped, and she heard the soft sound of a branch being trampled and the increasingly intense smell of blood coming from behind her.

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