Chapter 88: Countdown to Death (1)

Countdown to death outside (1)
The alarm goes off. Ten or more seconds later, a fair-skinned arm reached out to the nightstand and slammed the bell.
With his arms retracted, he continued to touch the light beige back of the man in his arms and stroked him up and down for a moment.
Lying on the soft mattress, he opened his eyes. Looking from Leo's perspective, he could clearly see the length of his eyelashes. The serial killer killer at this moment is extremely lazy and confused, like the beast briefly degenerates into a soft and harmless cat.
Leo loved this moment. Because he knew that the only person in the world who could enjoy this moment was him.
"Baby ..." He kissed each other's auricles, rubbing the earlobe between the teeth, and gently grinding, "We should get up, today is the first day of your official report."
"But I think it's still early, aren't you going to work at 9?" Xia Qing replied lazily, shifting a bit. The sheet slipped from him, revealing the aftermath of the passion the night before.
Looking at the colorful finger marks, kiss marks, and accidentally biting too heavy tooth prints, Leo was embarrassed and annoyed, but couldn't help thinking about it.
His expression made Sha Qing laugh with a smile, and he lifted the sheets on his side, exposing the two young and fit bodies to the morning light. Obviously, because of his fair complexion, the trace of passion on the mixed-race agent is more obvious than his lover.
Leo rolled over and pressed Sha Qing under him. "Hey, you're upset," said the latter. "No, you're right, it's still early." The former answered.
Leo capped gently, trying to recover the ground again with his fingers. If reality allows, he hopes that his sword will always occupy this ecstasy city-simply don't need to come out if he is stuck in it.
Sha Qing touched his back indulgently, and also enjoyed the desire to be provoked. Burning in each other's energetic bodies, in addition to their instincts, they are more loving, and therefore become more hungry and thirsty. No matter how many times they are combined, this desire cannot be quelled, just like the pulp of food, greedy and never satisfied.
"Do a calculation, dear. Brush your teeth and wash your face for 5 minutes, change your clothes, breakfast for 5 minutes, and 25 minutes away. How many minutes do you have left?" Sha Qing gasped.
"Americans hate doing calculations," Leo raced against time, "but very punctual. Rest assured, if time is short, we can make up for it in intensity and efficiency."
Criminal Investigations Division, Hoover Building, FBI Headquarters, D.C., Washington, D.C.
Agent Leo Lawrence opened the door and walked into the communal office area. Then came a handsome young Asian, wearing a low-key navy blue suit. He raised his eyes, looked around with a smile, and surrounded him inexplicably quietly. People pass the same message when they stop to look, meet, and whisper:
Look! This is the legend / Cool, / I can still bite us when I go to court / I have been reminded of new books / I have been saying that we should hire him / I actually agreed / I am so stunned by this dangerous element in the bureau The head / does n’t look like a dangerous person / I heard that the relationship with Agent Lawrence is ambiguous / Oh my God, it ’s so exciting to work with a male god—the killer!
Leo walked in front, and the stern color on his face cut off a lot of spying eyes, and entered the office with a calm and easy-going youth. The outer wall of the office is semi-transparent frosted glass, and every move inside can be seen faintly, so there are still many eyes passing by and sneaking glances inside.
Not long after, Rob pushed in the door excitedly and greeted Sha Qing with a smile: "Hi, special non-detective agent!"
Sha Qing also laughed back and said, "Hi, Agent of Information Processing Center."
Rob was sighed by him. It was not his original intention to transfer to the civilian department, but a girl he was enamored of recently refused to accept her boyfriend to engage in dangerous field work, and he wanted to develop a further relationship with her. Information Services Department.
"Xin Ding, you're now called 'Luo Yi Lin'. You must follow the rules and regulations when you enter the game." He deliberately said in a senior and senior tone, trying to restore a little prestige, "You know we are here There is a rule, is the newcomer responsible for delivering coffee? "
Sha Qing shrugged indifferently, went to the coffee machine, took two paper cups, made a cup of latte and a cup of Macchiato, and returned to Rob: "You choose first."
Rob did not get the expected counterattack, but was very stunned by his obedience. He reached out and moved between the two cups: "You ... haven't done anything?"
"Don't dare drink it, it's ours, go and pour it by yourself." Sha Qing withdrew his hand unconsciously, took one of them and put it in Leo's hand.
Rob immediately rushed over, snatched the cup in Leo's hand, and just said "this cup belongs to me", the hot coffee suddenly leaked out of his pants, and even his shoes were wet. He screamed with a hot squeak and lost his cup to pull his pants. The coffee cup rolled a few times on the floor, and the bottom of the cup disappeared, leaving only an empty roll on both ends.
Leo criticized the new partner and said, "Don't bully Rob!"
Sha Qing shrugged, "It's not hot, I mixed a lot of cold water." He walked to Rob and scratched the other's chin like a cat: "Listen, I'm here to hunt serial killers, but not to Deliver coffee. "
Rob wiped his coffee stains with tears in his eyes, and scolded himself for insults and self-injustice in the bottom of his heart, and said frankly, "Well, I'm just a little jealous-now my partner is yours, don't hesitate to use it. Come on! "
Killing the youth and laughing: "Rest assured, I will make the best use of it."
Leo sank his face: "This is the office, I'm only talking about business in the office! Rob, go back to your workplace; Lo Yi, come and look at the information about the 13 serial killers you provided, we have to pick one of them first. "
Half an hour later, the black-haired agent picked up the pushpin on the desktop and walked towards the huge country map on the wall, pinned near one of the cities. "Phoenix,‘ Gallows Killer ’. At ten o’clock, we convened the agents to hold a meeting, arrange the operation, and we can start tomorrow.

Sha Qing grabbed the pushpins with colorful plastic heads, used them as darts, and threw them one by one on the map: "For meetings and the like, don't expect me to speak. In addition, the pig teammates are better off without teammates, I don't mind going it alone."
"You have to learn to work in teams, Loe, personal heroism is not welcome here."
"Why should I be welcomed by them?" He Qing snorted disdainfully.
Leo sighed helplessly. He knows that in order for Sha Qing to become a true FBI partner, the running-in road is still long.
The knock on the door rang, and Jane, who was in charge of logistics services, walked in, holding a parcel in his hand: "Luo Lin's courier, just received it."
Sha Qing was about to reach out. Leo grabbed it first and took it in his hands. It seemed to be a fluttering document bag. He asked Jane: "Have you scanned it?"
"Yes, no abnormalities were found in the contents."
After Jane went out, Leo frowned and said to Qing Qing: "This is not right. You have just entered the headquarters. Who will send you a courier, and even the specific department will fill in the scores?"
"Maybe it's my true love?" Qing Qing's tone was light. When he took the parcel, he knocked on Leo's arm. "Dear partner, you are like a vigilant military Dubin, and you have cut your ears. That kind of. "He tore open the package, took out the empty kraft paper bag, and poured out a micro USB flash drive.
Leo asked someone to bring a laptop and insert a USB flash drive to read it.
A video file automatically jumps out and starts playing.
The first picture was filled with colorful fragments falling across the screen. At first glance, it looked like colored paper sprayed from a salute at the celebration. But soon they discovered that the petals were scattered from several low-altitude helicopters, and they covered almost the entire street.
The tires run over the wet road in the rain, and the black cars pass slowly, one after another, giving an endless illusion. The roof is decorated with snow-white garlands. The car was full of people, and there were at least hundreds of men in black suits and red umbrellas standing on both sides of the cleared road, silently crowding the traffic in the same direction.
Obviously, this is a huge funeral procession. Whether it is a helicopter that sprays petals, hundreds of funeral convoys, or the blood-colored umbrella flowers blooming above the crowd, they all show a high, strong and cold heart from the sorrow mean.
"... This is Timothy Bellardi's funeral!" Leo stared at the screen and said in a deep voice, "I remember, the third day after your escape."
Sha Qing shrugged: "The third day after I took the bag."
"I know. But all the evidence points to you-your room, your bed, your dagger, your fingerprints; even the prison guard testified and saw Timothy enter your cell that night. In court You also saw the situation, and more than one-third of the jury members thought you killed him. "Leo said.
"So what do you think?" Sha Qing asked with a wicked smile.
Leo Zhengzheng answered: "I think if you did it, you would admit it; you said that you carried the blame, so the killer has another person-of course, this is just my personal feelings, and cannot be used as evidence basis. In this case Here, I haven't found any evidence to prove your innocence. "
"Sure enough, it is a standard agent-type answer, with clear public and private." Killing Qing smiled, his eyes and tone were cold at the same time: "However, compared to who sent me this video, what is the intention, I want to know more, Simon How did it fall off the top of the twelve floors. "
Leo was silent for a few seconds, saying: "The police investigation concluded that suicide was a local law and order case and we have no right to intervene."
"You guys, don't include me."
Leo warned him, "You are now one of us!"
Do not look away from Sha Qing, and continue to look at the screen.
The footage has followed the convoy and reached a funeral home in the city. The coffin was held by dozens of hands above the head and carefully placed on a carefully crafted black and gold giant carriage. The band outside the door is playing the theme song of the movie "The Godfather", and a poster with a bust of Timothy hangs on the high wall around it, with the tagline: "You conquered New York, and now you will conquer heaven."
Sha Qing swipes the corner of his mouth, and finally spit out: "... the mafia really play."
"I have to say 'respect the dead', but from this funeral I didn't see anything worthy of respect. Some were just provocations and deterrence." Leo said, "their intention to send you a video is obvious- 'Sicily's revenge'. You'd better be careful in the near future. Although there is no one who is your opponent when it comes to fighting alone, there is an old saying that open fire is easy to hide from arrows. "
"Thank you for your advice." Sha Qing got up and walked to the map on the wall, unplugged the pin above Phoenix, and traversed the whole continent with his fingers eastward, holding the pin firmly in "New York".
"I changed my mind. The next goal is New York's" Dark Lane Ghost. "He turned, put his hands in his pants pockets, and leaned on the map. The thumbtack made a three-pointer into the wall next to his cheek, as if a silent and firm declaration of confrontation.
Although Leo was not surprised by this, he immediately opposed: "Since you say that public and private are clear, you should avoid their sharpness and don't hit the muzzle yourself; Yu Gong, we have information about the" gallows killer " More fully, and the success rate of arrest is higher. "
"That's right, but you forgot a little, the cooling off period. The last time the 'Gallows Killer' committed the crime was last week. According to his previous crime interval, there was a cooling off period of two to eight weeks. And 'Dark Lane Ghost' 'Silent for almost three months, counting it, just like a drug addiction is about to happen, he should be so impatient. I guess the next victim will appear in these days, and that poor, innocent, beautiful blonde girl was beaten Degenerate, lying desperately in a dirty dark alley. At that time she even begged for death to come, because this way she could get rid of the infinite torture and pain brought by the murderer-would you not bear to save her? "Sha Qing The voice was low, and he looked at the agent in front of him with compassion.
Leo knew that killing was playing with his eyes, but the other party used an expression that he could not refuse the most-the girl's tragic body was now in his mind, and he couldn't ignore it.
"As for my personal safety, you don't have to worry about it, no matter how I step back, I won't capsize in the gutter."
Leo was about to say something, and he killed his mouth with a sentence: "I'm your consultant now, yes, but I'm a fighter from start to finish. When you tell me to face death threats, choose Flinch? "
"... Okay, you won." Leo stepped forward, pressed the pin on the side of his face with his fingertips, and pressed it deeper into the wall. "Let's go to New York first and fix the abnormality. "
Sha Qing turned his head and looked at the computer screen. The luxurious funeral held in the private cemetery was over. The picture was staying on a dagger slanted in front of the tombstone, and a line was spelled out with a bullet beside it: Welcomeeath.
"--It's two perverts," he said softly.
New York in April also brought a bit of chill at the end of spring, especially in the rainy night, and it was cold and humid. Sha Qing turned the hood of the jacket up and stepped off the airplane ramp. Leo opened a black umbrella, and the hem of the windbreaker was already wet by the light rain. They walked towards a FBI vehicle waiting on a secluded road outside the airport.
Due to the weather, the plane was delayed by more than an hour. The driver was probably tired, lying on the steering wheel to sleep, looking in from the closed driver's seat window, and just seeing the back of his cap.
Leo stepped forward and narrowed the window. The driver slept heavily and did not hear. So he opened the rear door and was ready to sit in and wake him up.
Su Qing suddenly took his wrist: "Don't move! Slowly let go ... back, back ..."
Leo was immediately alert, carefully releasing the door handle and backing. Retreating 50 meters away, Sha Qing picked a stone from the roadside, weighed it, and threw it towards the car. Fist-sized stones flew in from the open car door and hit the bottom of the car.
While the flames and loud noises exploded, Sha Qing dragged Leo to the ground.
After the dust had settled, they got up and found that the entire car had been blown out of sight and became a burning iron overhead shell. "The chassis is loaded with gravity-sensing bombs / bombs." Leo wiped the dust on his face and looked dignified. "How did you find that the driver was dead?"
"Can a retro British-style blue suit fit a hip-hop stud baseball cap?" Ran Qing asked.
"I can't wear it, but I can't assume that others will not mix and match like this," Leo said.
"But for a man who even coordinated the colors and patterns of his tie and pocket scarf with his coat, his taste in clothing was enough to deport the baseball cap. Obviously the hat is not his, and the tongue is facing the door, explaining Someone buckled him from outside the door. What was the purpose? I just thought of covering the bullet holes in my head-"Sha Qing shrugged," What a professional reaction. You didn't find that his skin color exposed outside his sleeve was not normal. ? "
Leo looked at the flaming body and sighed, "We should call the bomber first, so maybe he can leave a whole body."
Sha Qing said indifferently: "Is it blasted into coke or buried in the ground and bitten by insects and rats? Do you think he still cares? Not to mention, the limited edition of" Royal Oak "on his wrist is rare, not his kind People with identity can buy it, and a wealthy New Yorker who owns one of them reported last year that the watch and jewellery had been stolen and has not been recovered. If you are concerned about the newspaper news, there are photos of the watch on it, as well as the preliminary findings of the police. It is suspected that Local theft gangs. "
Leo concatenated the clues in his words and quickly set out: "Local theft gangs often provide hot goods to mafia leaders through 'partners'. He obtains this form through this channel, indicating his relationship with the mafia or the stolen goods Absurd-he is a traitor bought by the other! "
"Anyway, you are also undercover inside the Mafia, and the two sides are evened out." Killing Qing slightly laughed at it. "Suppose he has a role in this assassination mission, but for some reason, he flinched at the last minute, and even intended to fight against the water, angered The other side was killed in the car. The other side was arranged into a trap to send me the hate into the sky. As for you, baby, you are just an unfortunate incidental. Don't be too disappointed. "
Leo's expression was a little unpleasant: "You just escaped from the dead, and still talking about the bastards? Look at these mafia's malignant killing files, bombs / bombs, cold guns, alcohol blowtorches, ice cones, twisted ropes ... I don't know yet How many assassinations are waiting for us, you have to make a fuss about your life, starting with attitude. "
He was stunned enough to rub his fingers and rubbed his brows with his fingers. "Okay, dad, let's quickly report to the police and let them drive an bulletproof police car to escort. How about it?"
Leo gave him a helpless glance and pulled out his phone.
A text message happened to come at this moment. He opened it and came from an unknown number. The content was only a solitary number: 23, 52, 37.
"What do you mean ..." Rios said. "Time?"
Sha Qingmin passed and glanced over: "It should be. It took about 8 minutes from the moment I opened the door."
"It's a countdown. They're counting down the planned death!" Leo gritted his teeth.
"My death." Sha Qingnian added without change.
An irresistible anger emerged from the eyes of the dark-haired detective, as if a dark tide rushed out of the deep sea, setting off a raging wave on the ocean. "No one can book your death," he chirped. "They have to pay for this self-righteous stupidity."
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