Super Detective in the Fictional World

Sergeant John McLane, however, was calm and just stretched out his hands to press his eyelids and seemed to want to sober himself up.

Dustin was relieved: John McClane, the undead. Luke is the only one who can crush him... well, maybe not.

Luke's face was really thin, so he went down the street like John is now, and maybe he'd turn his face off.

So he waved, Connie and Joe went up and hung John's last piece of equipment.

“When you get off, we'll be two blocks away, ready to pick you up.” Dustin ordered it.

John paused his arrears and opened his eyes: "Huh? Dustin, this is amazing. What the hell is this? Two blocks away. Are you kidding me? ”

Dustin's face is full of color: “That's what Simon wants, and if he doesn't do what he says, he'll make another explosion at the subway station. ”

John opened his mouth and couldn't speak for a while.

Dustin grinned, "FBI, Homeland Security is here, too. They'll help, and they won't let anything happen to you. ”

John chuckled, "Of course, when I die, nobody listens to that Gossimon. Who is this guy? Why is he after me? ”

Everyone in the car, even Billy driving ahead, is silent: Why are you staring at you, you don't have a beep in your heart! You've only been on eleven days' work this month, you've killed two bandits. It's perfectly normal for anyone to follow you!

Only Dustin patiently explained: “We don't know, but he said it had to be you. So now we just have to do it so we can buy time, find clues, find this guy. ”

John looked ridiculous and said, "Wow, it feels so good to be needed. Isn't my mandatory vacation two days away? ”

Dustin: “It's only been one day, that is, today, and now the leave is cancelled. ”

John: “Congratulations. You partnered with that Gossimon to ruin my best vacation. ”

Everyone is silent again.

Nor was Dustin angry when he was brought in parallel with "Gossimon”.

In his place now, John, that word would never be given to Simon alone.

John broke out and was too lazy to talk any more: "Okay, I'm good. ”

After that, he pushed the rear door of the logistics car, looked out at the sky, took a deep breath and walked down.

The two large wooden boards that were bolted together were placed on him and hung back and forth, making it difficult for him to move.

Dustin finally said, "As requested, we'll pick you up in 15 minutes. ”

John nodded bitterly: "Don't worry, I'll be killed on the street in five minutes, tops. ”

The crowd was silent again, and only Dustin said, "Go, Billy. ”

As soon as the Billy steering wheel swung, the logistics truck turned around and left only lonely John standing on the street.

An old black lady came from across the street and her gaze kept on the plank in front of his chest. The look was a little angry and a little sighing, but she didn't say anything.

John felt bitter and helplessly stood around the street.

The sidewalk on this street is empty and there's not even a car parked on the street.

The afternoon sun slanted and lit up everything on this street.

Sergeant John, with only one pair of men's boxers and two wooden boards, stood at the street entrance and was remarkable.

On a plank with a white bottom, three words were written from top to bottom with black paint, “I”, “HATE” and “NIGGERS”.

And more than 20 meters away, a group of young Afro-descendants are dancing with music on the side of the road, playing hip-hop.

John swallowed his mouth and thought he should have brought a bottle of water, and now he can relieve the feeling of dry tongue.

In this daring agony, a tall black man walked across the street from the store, quickly walking across the street and standing not far from John with an unknown face.

Pushing the tortoise glasses on his nose beam, he frowned and stared at three words on the plank in front of John's chest. The tall black man said, "Good afternoon, sir. ”

John looked at each other about a meter and nine tall, and looked at himself in the beginning of a meter and eight, and he said, “Good afternoon. ”

The tall black man looked at his face and felt that things might not be as good as he thought.

Though it's not normal to just stand on the street in fitted pants, he doesn't look like a complete psychopath.

He couldn't help but ask, "Sir, did you encounter any problems? But even if you can't figure it out, you don't have to kill yourself this way, do you? ”

John: “... someone might want me to be“ killed by suicide. ””

Tall nigger: “What? ”

……

In the logistics van, Dustin didn't talk, just pulled out a cell phone and sent a message: John's in the area. What do you got?

Luke, who had just left the second subway station in Brooklyn, did not respond immediately, but had seen information from a little snail projection on a polarizer before letting Selina send a message over.

Dustin looked at this reply and felt a little more comfortable.

Luke was already investigating, and he said that with a little clue, there was a real clue.

For Luke, Dustin has his own judgment.

If not, then there really isn't.

If there is any progress or clue, it will not be small.

And the criminals he usually finds “a little clue” will basically have an ending soon, either dead or caught.

The only thing that worries Dustin is that this time the culprit is not an ordinary gang, but an empty-handed man.

The real challenge in dealing with such people is often not to catch them.

Catching people is probably the first step in solving the problem.

Like this one, they have to figure out exactly how many backers these blanks have set up in New York.

Otherwise, one suspicion would be missed, and another explosion of the subway station would be possible.

And he said, “Have you heard anything from the FBI and Homeland Security? What are they doing, pretending to die? ”

Connie shook her head: "Boss, no news came through, but asked about our harvest several times. ”

Dustin rubbed his forehead and knew he couldn't think of humanity too beautifully.

For most people, the sooner the case ends today, the better.

But for some people at the FBI and Homeland Security, it's only best that the case ends in their hands.

Something really big happened. It was shared by NYPD, the FBI, and Homeland Security.

Everyone has a responsibility if they don't play a good role.

Some people's humanity can be set aside rather than the credit for solving such a shocking case.

Dustin didn't have that idea, but he couldn't stop the other two from having it.

And what helps him is, what a coincidence this happened.

If he hadn't torn his face with Brad a few days earlier, how could Brad have helped a little?

But after talking to Luke that day, he categorically rejected Brad's request for concession.

Now, Brad made a phone call asking him to solve the case as soon as possible, without mentioning anything else.