This is inevitable. After a night of brewing and fermentation, the current Los Angeles police system can be said to be in a state of chaos, not to mention that the police calls received were all related to the chaos last night. In just a few minutes, the police sirens sounded.
The traffic police motorcycle was speeding along the winding mountain road. Ten minutes later, a large number of police cars and ambulances with flashing lights appeared. A quarter of an hour later, two plainclothes officers appeared at the door of the Mid-Levels Villa.
The person walking in front was a tall and handsome white man wearing a white shirt. Behind him was a young woman with neat short hair and a cross-body backpack. She was quite capable and looked like a female elite in the workplace.
FBI...who can withstand this!
In the hills and woods on the side of the villa, Tang Chao, who had just exited the villa, looked at the bustling entrance of the villa and raised his forehead, looking very troubled. What a talent, he actually called the police...
One thing to say is that this wave of coquettish manipulations by the Tang Dynasty was unexpected and impossible to imagine. Although Polar Glacier is not a pure killer group, it is also a serious underground force organization that cannot be seen in the light. What's more, they just did it last night
With such a big commotion in downtown Los Angeles, it is not too much to define them as terrorists. Under such circumstances, they actually dared to call the police for help...
Apart from anything else, the Tang Dynasty was convinced by this extremely strong desire to survive.
So he withdrew, but he couldn't do it. The police came too fast. It wasn't because he was afraid. He could insist on killing the remaining Polar Glacier gunmen and then break out calmly. The police who arrived first would not be able to stop him, but in that case
If you do this, it will not solve the problem, but expand it...
He exhaled and waved his fist towards the villa - Come on, man, use your little brain, you can do it, don't let me down!
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At the door of the villa, his ID was shown outside the cordon, "FBI, I am Fisher Gleason. This is my assistant, Agent Posey."
"Wait a moment." After the police officer in charge of perimeter security carefully checked his ID, he nodded to his companion, who walked into the villa to inform.
The white man named Fisher looked at the police officer who was still standing in front of him, his finger on the trigger of the shotgun, and showed a bright smile: "Hey, man, don't be so nervous, we are here to solve the problem.
"
After a quick glance, the police officer was indifferent and continued to scan around cautiously. After being annoyed, Fisher shrugged and stopped talking.
This is because the system is different. Although the FBI can be said to be famous all over the world with the influence of various movies and TV dramas, its actual power is not as great as imagined. In other words, in big cities like Los Angeles, the police can maintain the basic principle of conducting official business.
Attitude. For example, the sheriffs of some remote towns will often refuse to cooperate or get angry if an FBI agent shows any arrogance.
After a while, a middle-aged black police chief with bloodshot eyes hurriedly walked out and extended his hand, "I am Willy Yaman, the person in charge of this area."
After shaking hands and introducing each other again, Fisher was keenly aware of the open holster on the sergeant's waist in front of him and raised his eyebrows: "The situation is not under control?"
"We have the suspects under control. There are eight suspects in the hall behind the door, and they are about to be escorted to the car. Oh, I am talking about the ones who are still alive..." The black police chief led the two people in, "You can come in and take a look at the details.
Got it, I'm going to bring a large pickup truck here, a few ambulances are simply not enough. In addition, according to the suspect's confession, one of the leaders ran away, and he ran away from behind..."
"Wait a minute." The female agent frowned and interrupted, "If I remember correctly, there is a cliff and the sea behind the villa, right?"
"Yes, we found a rappelling rope on the balcony on the second floor, which is a set of tools used for outdoor rock climbing. But the time didn't match up. We came here very quickly. Logically speaking, we should be able to find something, but the fact is that we didn't
No speedboats were seen in the surrounding sea, so I judge that the other party is probably still nearby... As you know, the terrain around here is relatively complex, and we cannot rush into the mountains to search. I can only ask everyone to be more vigilant..."
As he walked to the door of the villa, several people subconsciously stepped out of the way. Several medical staff and police officers worked together to carry a freezer out. As they passed by, Fisher suddenly raised his hand to stop, took a step forward, and looked at it.
Looking at the corpse in the freezer, he lay on the thick quilt with a blue face. He touched his chin thoughtfully and looked at it carefully, "It looks familiar... Where did this freezer come from?"
"It turned out to be there. It was on the second floor. The forensic doctor said that he had been dead for a while and the weather couldn't hold it in, so he took it down first." The weight of the freezer and the bedding on the body was obviously not light. The police officer gasped and explained succinctly.
road.
Fisher turned to look at the assistant female detective, who picked up a laptop from nowhere, nodded to his gaze, and waved to let him go.
"What did you say just now? Oh...right decision! Sheriff Willy, you did a great job!" Fisher gave a thumbs up without hesitation, and then stepped into the villa, his feet hesitating.
Looking at the rows of corpses that almost filled the floor of the hall, and the medical staff who were still carrying them in the aisle behind, "Wow - what a big scene! I like...well, I mean I like the decoration style here, it's fashionable
The feeling is strong, and there is also a bar...”
Looking at the dilapidated hall that was riddled with holes and the wooden bar that had been smashed into pieces, the black police chief twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "I'll contact the vehicle, you can do it yourself."
"Okay." She put on her gloves and shoe covers and said, "Let's get started." Her tone sounded like she was enjoying a big meal. The young female agent's expression remained unchanged, as if she was already used to it. She closed her notebook and took it out of her bag.
Professional camera, lanyard hanging around the neck.
"Ralph Lane, a high-level executive from Polar Glacier, entered the country about a month ago and has been staying in Los Angeles."
"Well, I just remembered that we met in the Netherlands a few years ago. The mastermind behind this turmoil, I didn't expect to die so easily..." He shook his head, with a faint smile on his lips, as if he was regretful.
He seemed to take pleasure in his misfortune, but then he stopped caring.
He wandered around the hall and did not waste time checking the corpses. There was no need, just ask professionals who had already examined them. For example, the man in the inner hall squatting next to the corpses in forensic attire was thin.
, about forty years old, with messy hair and beard, and dark brown glasses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle on the bridge of his nose. He looks like an unkempt scientist who is obsessed with research.
Although the things he studied and the methods he studied were somewhat disgusting... A pair of metal tweezers was inserted into the corpse's eyebrows, very deep, and he shook his wrist, stirring and stirring, making a clicking sound. Finally, he made a popping sound, and the mouth of the tweezers was stained with blood.
Holding a dented and deformed warhead, he breathed a sigh of relief, feeling very accomplished.
"You bastard, the fact that your certificate has not been revoked is simply the greatest insult to the forensic profession. You have no respect for corpses!"
The skinny forensic doctor turned his head when he heard this and looked at Fisher, who was striding forward. He seemed to know him well. He rolled his eyes strangely under his dark brown lenses and scolded him unceremoniously: "Don't use that trick you saw from the bloody TV series."
Shallow knowledge is disgraceful. Respect is only related to moral quality and has nothing to do with living or dead people. I am a forensic doctor and I only need to be responsible for the truth."
"Then what is the truth?" He was scolded immediately, but Fisher squatted aside as if nothing happened and asked the key point.
"The truth is, you annoying guy is finally going to die, haha!" After a pause, the emaciated forensic doctor laughed heartily as he thought of something.
"Don't worry, I won't die even if you die...What do you mean?"
The emaciated forensic doctor grinned and said: "Bet, I'm sure this murderer is a patient with severe obsessive-compulsive disorder..."
"That's the job of a criminal profiler, do your job well, and good shooters basically have obsessive-compulsive disorder, etc..." Fisher frowned slightly, "You just said that the only ones who break into this place to kill are
one person?"
"Of course, although he used a lot of weapons, submachine guns, shotguns, grenades, oh, and the body in the freezer upstairs before, he used a sniper rifle, but..." He raised the tweezers, "From
From the beginning to the end, from outside to inside the house to the second floor, the most common ones are the 9mm pistol bullets!"
Fisher shook his head slowly after hearing this: "This doesn't mean anything. There are many 9 mm caliber pistols."
"Listen to what I have to say!" The thin forensic doctor glared angrily and continued, "The more obvious ones are the starting point of the attack, between the eyebrows, the heart, and the limbs. The former is fatal, while the latter causes injuries and interrupts the ability to counterattack, almost
There is no exception. Especially near the eyebrows. I just counted, there are about fifteen people and more than half of the corpses have this cause of death. There was only one mistake. He shot the gun into the left eye, hehe..."
Smiling meaningfully, he looked at Fisher, who was in a daze. The forensic doctor looked malicious, "You are also a professional, you should know what this marksmanship means. Haha, don't worry." He patted Fisher on the shoulder.
, "If you fall into my hands, I will definitely respect your body, swear to God!"
Snap, he slapped his palm away, and Fisher stood up with a bad expression on his face: "This is just your preliminary guess on the spot."
The thin forensic doctor looked sideways and shrugged easily: "Whatever you say, you know I have never made any mistakes."
Fisher opened his mouth, subconsciously wanting to refute something, but the heavy pressure that suddenly surged in his heart could not be deceived. He took a slight breath, and when he was about to speak, he suddenly turned his head to look in the direction he came from. The movement was very slight and blurry, and the distance was
It was far away and could not be heard, but the extremely sensitive nerves formed by years of training and practical experience told him that it was the sound of gunfire!
While the surrounding police officers were still confused and stunned, Fisher had already rushed out with his gun in his hand. At the same time, the assistant female detective who had just climbed upstairs also simply jumped from the second floor using the handrail and landed firmly on the ground.
Then rush out.
The police officers outside wanted to hear more clearly. At this time, they were all looking to the north, which is also the direction of entering and exiting the mountains. "McGee, report the situation, report the situation -" Beside the police car outside the door, the black police sergeant stepped out of the car.
He pulled out the intercom and yelled anxiously.
"What happened!" Fisher rushed over.
The black police chief punched the roof of the car: "The convoy transporting the freezers was attacked, these audacious bunch of bastards!"
Freezer...Ralph Polar Glacier tried to rob someone? Fisher and the assistant female agent looked at each other, similar thoughts came to mind, and the latter's face suddenly darkened: "Damn it, who asked you to transport the freezer without permission!"
"What the forensic doctor said..." he subconsciously replied, and the black police chief looked grim, "What do you mean! The body is almost rotten and we shouldn't transport it away? Why didn't you say anything just now!"
Blocking the angry assistant female detective, Fisher simply lowered his palms: "This is our mistake. Let's not talk about it now... How many police forces have you arranged to escort the freezer?"
"Two police cars, and two patrol motorcycles, a total of more than ten police officers." Looking at the young female detective, he couldn't help but stabbed again, "I will not be careless. What happened last night, I have not been able to do until now."
I haven't slept at all. I am very aware of the seriousness of the situation and will send extra manpower no matter what I do!"
"Very good! Percy, go drive! Chief Willie, I need..." Before Fisher could finish his explanation, a rustling sound of electricity came from the intercom in response, "Chief, the ambulance transporting the freezer has been robbed!
"
"..."
The three of them stared at each other with big eyes and small eyes, and were stunned for a moment. How long had it been before they were succeeded by the other party? Especially the black police chief, whose cheeks were so hot that if it weren't for his dark skin, it would be hard to tell, and he would probably be red to the root of his neck.
, picked up the walkie-talkie and roared: "Fake! A bunch of trash! How the hell do you do things? How many people did the other party send out?"
"The other party... uh, a person..."
"I..." He replied in one breath, and the black police chief almost spat out blood. I believe that if there was a crack in the ground now, he would not hesitate to get in.
Fisher's eyes flashed on the side, he patted the black police chief on the shoulder, and took the intercom: "What are your casualties?"
"There were no casualties. Well, Karl's hand was sprained... His purpose was to steal the car, and his marksmanship was very accurate. Before we saw anyone, the tire burst, and all four cars exploded... rustle... When we took control of the vehicle, he
The ambulance had already been driven away, and Karl wanted to learn how to shoot and blow out the tires, but as soon as he raised his hand, the pistol was shot away and his wrist was sprained..."
Fisher took a breath: "Okay, I probably know what the situation is. You stay where you are and don't move, let alone pursue."
"Copy that! By the way, there's one more thing." The tone on the other end of the intercom was hesitant, "I don't know if I'm being blinded, but several team members have seen it... The person in the freezer doesn't seem to be dead...
"
"Huh? How is that possible?" Fisher couldn't help but trembled when he heard this. He had seen Ralph's body in the freezer with his own eyes. There was such a big hole in his chest and spots on the body. How could it be possible?
Not dead!
"Maybe we saw it wrong... but I actually saw a figure getting up from the freezer, and the man who stole the car fired a few shots. I just don't know whether he fired at the freezer or at us.
…”
There was a bang. This time it was Fisher who slapped the roof of the car. In fact, he wanted to slap himself in the face, but he couldn't bear it... The young female agent also reacted at this time, her expression changed drastically, and she blurted out, "