Hidden Assassin

At midafternoon, snowflakes finally came to a halt, the streets were littered with snow, the weather was cold and gloomy, clouds over New York were brewing more violent snowstorms, and there was a slight snowstorm warning in the news.

In a room that has been ravaged by bombs and flames, the police are busy working, cleaning up the scene, examining the body, and some police immediately pulled out all surveillance footage and started analyzing it.

Nearly 1: 00 p.m., a car stopped outside the already closed casino, caught cold wind in the street, two white men in plainclothes came down, one thin and tall, almost two meters tall, and the person beside him was only about one meter and seven, looking like Sven, wearing a fine frame with his eyes, looking like a white collar who worked for a large company, heading nine nights and five.

The serious-looking fat sheriff greeted him from inside: “Are you...”

“FBI, it's Denny. Rawan, this is Michelle. Agent Phillip, I think they've already introduced us to you on the phone… In fact, we're going on a holiday trip to San Francisco, and, uh, I mean… this should be more interesting than a trip.” Taking his ID out of his arms, a tall man named Denny introduced himself, but Michelle, who was face-to-face Sven, did not speak, showed him his ID, held his glasses at will, and weighed all around him.

“Oh, I'm Tim, Tim. Robins, head of this district.” I shook hands with the two men, and the fat sheriff led them inside, "It was apparently an entertainment venue, in fact… of course, there was a big black market boxing stadium down there, which was held every Saturday, and I think you know, because we had investigated the place, and then it was called off, because there were some of you involved. ”

“Well, yeah, but that thing was over, Tom, who was investigating it... click...” The fingers were gently drawn by the neck, and the tall detective picked his eyebrows, "Dead, huh, of course, after what happened here. ”

“Uh..." The fat sheriff stretched out his hand and was afraid to say anything more about it, then a few people walked into the corridor leading to the rear. The walls were all wet at this time due to the morning sprinklers. From time to time, the police officers rubbed their shoulders with three people. The atmosphere was very shady, and a moment later, the sheriff deliberately opened the conversation.

“This way, uh, let me briefly state that the time of the incident was 10: 45 a.m., and the entire accident occurred only once, but the blast was quite powerful, and the entire passage, nearly 20 meters back and forth, was all affected, and a total of eight people died, five of them had been affected by the bomb, and the other three bodies were intact, one of them named Gary. Denbo, a black market fighter, although not ranked well, had no problems with eight to ten ordinary people empty-handed, his throat was hit hard and then his neck was broken... according to the judge, like a twisted chick - he couldn't make any resistance...”

Speaking of which, he shook his head incredibly, while Agent Michelle, wearing glasses, frowned: “Throat? Is that a blow to the front, no other wounds? ”

“No, his body was intact, the examination was quick, you know, we had the best forensic physician in the entire United States... the initial result was that he was in good health before he died, he didn't take any medication, he didn't sleep with any woman, he was strong enough to kill a cow, and then... he was killed without resistance. ”

“Trouble…” two agents glanced at, the sheriff added beside him: "By the way, according to the forensic physician, Gary. Denbo's throat crushed, theoretically it's possible that the hammer came directly up, but the scar test proved to be boxing, perfectly focused, at least over 300 pounds, and, you know, even if he was lucky to not die because of his strenuous workouts, this punch had already caused a devastating blow to his neck, not for long. ”

“Li Xiaolong is back? Where's the crime scene? ”

“You'll see soon enough. ”

Turning around the bend ahead, dark stripped walls appeared in front of them as a result of the explosion, and a group of policemen carefully inspected the surroundings to find what might be useful, as the police arrived quickly and the scene was essentially intact.

“The center of the crime should be the room in the middle, you know, they have a lot of messy business here besides underground fights, and I have to say, their backstage is awesome.” Fat sheriff wears a mask, covers his nose, leads two people around a scorched black object on the ground, occasionally pulls open some of the things covered by white cloth, mostly corpses, "rents this room as the owner of a private company, the background is blurry, but the general knowledge is a relatively legitimate businessman, this room is rented by him to put some things away, of course it's on the surface, he often comes to deal with some things, which is not surprising, every underground boxing enthusiast can have such a room as long as you can afford it. ”

“When he entered the room at the time of the incident, his two bodyguards stood outside the door, all of them on the surveillance camera, his two bodyguards were professional, they seemed a little too professional, they all had guns on them... Shortly afterwards the camera turned away and found them when they were a few minutes later, the watchman drank the wine yesterday and did not notice that the monitor had stopped for a while, then in the camera they had fallen underground, the first two men who came to try to look at their bodies, but the killer obviously had pressed the bomb under one of them, two people were killed on the spot and pressed against the body of the bomb... almost shrapnel, most of what we just saw was... then inside this mask...”

“Alan. Eckhart, the businessman…" appeared in front of him in a room where the door panels had already been blown open, and had become coarse and black as a result of burning through the flames. Several policemen were busy on one side of the room, removing the bookshelves that had been there, and the back was clearly a secret room, with no way to open it properly, and they were trying to break the door by force. The body, not far in front of the door, had been burned, and a forensic doctor was recording it next to him.

“What's that?” Helped the glasses, an agent named Michelle pointed toward the secret room, the sheriff said: “Obviously, a room that couldn't be opened, the person in charge here refused to explain it, later said it was a secret business here, as long as he had enough money, he could have such a room, apart from himself, even the property owner didn't know how to open it, the victim's thumb was cut off, and there was a fingerprint lock, obviously the killer had been in there, the busy one was the expert, he was best at sliding door lock, huh...”

“So... where's Mr. Eckhart? What's his situation now? ”

“Dead, ripe, like three ripe steaks, I like.” Hearing Michelle, the dry, lean and some nervous forensic doctor who was recording on the ground raised his head, picked up a tweezer and gently poked it on the dead body, "Twenty-three wounds in total, the person who did it was a genius... No, I mean he was a master, no doubt, this mouth on his throat was the first knife, the murderer held his mouth and nose from the back, very hard, very hard...”

The forensic physician stood up from the ground, trying to recreate the scene with one hand, grabbing it back, and chopping off the tweezer on the other hand as if it were a dagger: “You can't imagine, his jaw has been dislocated, and there are minor lacerations, the other side just hooks him up with his hand, the force almost crushes his face, then he first rips his throat, the wound is deep, the blood will soar more than a metre away, then his thighs, shoulders, all over his body, the other side stuck like cheese more than twenty times, all in order not to let him make any slight noise, it's a masterpiece that tends to perfection. I haven't looked carefully at the pieces outside, but I've seen the three complete bodies. They're clean and clean. They're definitely good at coming. I wish I could see him. Appreciating his work is a pleasure..."

Michelle covered her mouth with a mask, listened to him quietly, and then said, "Alan, can anyone be any more perverted than you? ”

The forensic surgeon made an indescribable gesture and then said, "The people who came are really good. I bet you FBI bitches will never catch him. How about a top three mature steak? ”

“I like seven mature ones. ”

“The two guys were college students, they met early in the morning and appreciated each other's asses.” Agent Tall explained to some weird fat sheriff, then said, "Well, let me see the surveillance footage first, of course, it must have been fixed. ”

“Okay, come with me.” The fat sheriff walked ahead, leading the tall guy to the surveillance room, and Michelle stayed there, "Well, according to our expert preliminary examination, the video was not trimmed, and every moment it seemed to work properly, but... the other party took advantage of this time lag, step-by-step, but we don't know what technique he was using to control the entire surveillance system...”

All the way to the surveillance room, dozens of screens alternated, several officers were studying, watching the sheriff come in, introduced the identity of the tall individual, a police officer controlled the time of the scene and began to introduce him to everything on the scene.

“The surveillance system on the whole floor is quite complete, theoretically there are few surveillance blind spots, the images have not been modified, but after we reverse push the other party's incoming line, we find several lenses with undetectable artificial control marks, first here...”

“There seemed to be a minor problem with this lens next to the entrance, the monitor was sharp, then judged that there was a problem with the monitor's shelf, and let the bodyguard look at it. In just a few seconds, the killer entered this intersection...”

“There are some slight adjustments to follow these lenses. If we didn't know the results, we wouldn't have noticed any irregularities in these lenses. We came into this room from the outside, and there were a lot of roads to choose from. In the first period of time, you could see that there were people walking this way, there were people walking this way, there were people walking this way, there were people walking this way, so the killer should have picked this way, and the lens turned around, and he came out, and the lens in the back just took this intersection... Nobody, he was just one step faster than the lens, the two lenses in this aisle, you see, propelled naturally, nobody here, but in between, about a meter and a half of blank field of view, this lens was moving, and the other was moving, the killer... hidden in this blank space for just a second, fixed speed, perfectly grasping everything...”

“Because of this analysis, we can easily see that in this room, which seems to be heavily surrounded by surveillance cameras, someone has made a blank point that always moves. You see, a little bit ahead of this lens, it almost seems to coincide with the previous lens, but it's always a little worse. He goes from here, to here, and then turns, every aisle, for exactly 13 seconds, a lot... I hate this number...”

“We pushed here through a blank lens, and you see, one of the lenses in front of us started to sweep back, and the two blacks were walking down that hallway, and... the lens coincided, and we couldn't see anyone, and there was a door... and we found two bodies inside. Forty-two seconds later, the black man turned around, and you see, watch, the blind zone outside the lens started to appear again, and between the two lenses, it was moving. The next corridor is also thirteen seconds..."

“Here, the cleaner started to coincide with the blind zone, but here, the blind zone expanded… so the cleaner didn't die, the killer didn't know how to avoid the cleaner, he paused here, and then came this way, from this lens next to him, we could see him, his name was Gary. Tempo, the other victim... he disappeared, but he didn't show up in the next shot. Of course, this shot is currently shooting on the other side of the corridor. He didn't show up for a moment and won't cause suspicion. Then he never showed up again. He was found in this room, and the body was thrown in by the murderer at random. Well, at the end of the day, the murderer entered the room, and then the merchant came with his bodyguard and could see very clearly...”

The whole surveillance room was quiet, the FBI agent was silent, the rest of the police were subconsciously silent, the fat sheriff walked around with his hands behind his back, only the police officer's voice echoed strangely, but lined the whole atmosphere with more silence. Despite the fact that they have deduced these things many times together, listening to colleagues at this time systematically makes people feel a chill coming from the inside. In the surveillance image, the whole casino is not silent, and every corridor seems to be passing by, and therefore, the kind of strange feeling that, as if there were countless people, there were countless eyes watching, there were always people walking silently through the place, like ghosts, only deeper than no one could find.

From appearance, precision, creepy, ruthless, if the other person likes it, maybe even hide behind them right now... I can't help but think about it in the minds of several people at a time. The tall agent manipulated the monitor and looked again, then nodded: “Yes, he's here...”

The sound went down, and the sudden gunfire suddenly came in from the corridor outside, and the next moment, another huge explosion shook the entire floor. When the officers pulled their guns in panic, the agent Denny had stormed out of the surveillance room door like a leopard, rushing in the direction of the sound.

There is movement in the direction of the corridor that has been baptized by a bomb.

A piece of smoke rolled in front of him. There were officers running around with guns. There was also an evacuation of officers in the smoke. He was about to rush in. There was a sudden sound in the pocket walkie-talkie on the collar, and he rushed towards another road.

Gunshots echoed in silence, turning several corridors, he entered the casino lobby again, rushing out the window on the side, that was a narrow alley behind the building, not far from the intersection, two familiar figures wandering with hatred, it was Michelle who was with his doctor classmate, one with a gun, the other with a scalpel, and the pedestrian on the side of the road ran away.

“What's wrong? ”

“The Chamber door was opened, and then...” Michelle held the gun, shrugged her shoulders, "one of them threw a bomb inside and ran out, guess who? ”

“Who?”

“We caught that old friend we hadn't caught in a long time. ”

Denny was stunned, and Alan, the psychopathic doctor beside him, shook the scalpel: “I was also thinking, that's probably him. ”

“Zhuang. Amir… Peroga…” After a moment, Denny nodded, "That's where Peroga is, they're coming to destroy the traces… Inform NSA immediately and all those in charge of this tulip incident, maybe we can merge the case…"

After saying hello to Alan, two FBI agents went to work on what they were going to do, walked up to nobody, and Alan took out his phone and dialed a number. For a moment, the conversation sounded.

“Hello... James... Zhuang. Amir's team has been recalled, obviously Peroga has begun to be afraid of tulip scent... nothing, I just told you about this, I just dealt with him and he was not injured, it is truly a celebration..."