More importantly, the police could not judge the man's position at all. This looked very much like a premeditated and planned crime. There have been many such cases in history. Criminals who caused violent terrorist incidents were killed by their companions in helicopters.
Pick up.
The point is, this slutty man in white bathing looks more neurotic than the weirdo with bandages all over his body...
But what if this man is here to deal with the matter here... No, this possibility is too small. If the higher-ups send someone to deal with the matter here, why not notify the police first? Moreover, why would a foreigner be sent to do this kind of thing?
solve?
"What are you here for?" the police sergeant shouted to the man in the white suit through a loudspeaker with caution.
"Me?" The man in the white suit pointed at himself and said matter-of-factly, "You can tell at a glance that I'm here to mind other people's business."
"Minding... minding other people's business?" The police chief's head didn't even turn around for a moment.
"Yes, I had an appointment with someone, but I suddenly wanted to break the appointment. I was flying aimlessly in the sky. What a coincidence, I happened to see something happening here." The man in the white suit said coquettishly.
He stroked his long hair and said, "What do you think I should do? I'm naturally nosy, especially about pretty girls. When I feel better, I can take a look at the male and female dogs passing by on the street. It's like this here."
If I don't join in the big excitement, where can I join in?"
"Have you not seen that there are seals on both sides of the road?" the police chief scolded the man, "In the police handling area, idlers are not allowed to enter, so get out of there quickly!"
"I saw it, but I didn't come from both sides of the road. I came from the sky. There are no seals there." The man in the white suit pointed to the sky above his head. He sighed and complained, "Oh, I
I am called a stallion and a bastard every day, but I have finally tried to be a messenger of justice, but no one appreciates it!"
The police chief frowned deeply. He finally understood. This guy was definitely a psycho. But compared to the weird man with the bandage, this guy was the kind of psycho who could communicate, but his thinking was too out-of-the-box.
, it will easily lead you astray.
"This is a crime scene. Do you know what you are doing?" Human lives were at stake. The police chief couldn't bear it anymore. He immediately warned the man, "I'll give you five seconds to evacuate the area. I repeat, here you go."
Five seconds to evacuate immediately, otherwise we will violently subdue you!"
"Chief, do you want to shoot him?" asked an inexperienced trainee police officer on the side.
"Are you an idiot? He is not a criminal. Why did you shoot him? He is still a foreigner. If you shoot him, we will all have to take off the police hats on our heads tomorrow!" The police chief cursed impatiently, "
This is just a warning, you know what a warning is! Anyone with any sense should have known the danger and been scared away!"
The police chief didn't know what happened today. He had been a policeman for so many years and he had never encountered such a troublesome guy... and two of them suddenly appeared. He must not have looked at the almanac when he went out today.
But it was useless to read the almanac. This was his job. The man in the white suit was obviously not a normal person with brains. When he heard the police chief's warning, the man in the white suit looked excited.
"Violence? Uniform?" The man in the white suit raised his eyebrows, "How do you know I like this suit?"
The weird man wrapped in bandages suddenly moved, and he took another step closer to Chen Wenwen. Chen Wenwen was too focused on the man in a white suit who suddenly appeared. When she came to her senses, the man wrapped in bandages was
The strange man was already in front of her, almost touching her face.
Chen Wenwen could no longer suppress the fear in her heart. She shouted "Ah", and the scream pierced the sky. Not only did it attract everyone's attention, but the bandaged man seemed to be angry in Yebei.
He stretched out his hand towards Chen Wenwen, as if to strangle Chen Wenwen like Zhao Menghua, but Chen Wenwen was a weaker girl than Zhao Menghua after all. The man's strong grip almost made Zhao Menghua suffocate and go into shock in just a few dozen seconds. Chen Wenwen was so delicate.
If Bai's neck was really pinched, wouldn't it be crushed instantly?
The police chief was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on his forehead. The situation here was already chaotic enough. He couldn't make up his mind for a moment whether to shoot or not. Now, a neurotic suddenly appeared to disrupt the situation. How to solve this? What if the criminal is not caught?
He even hurt innocent people, and the public opinion of the society will drown him out tomorrow!
"Remember to ensure the safety of the hostages as much as possible, prepare to shoot..." Before the word "gun" for shooting could be uttered, the police chief's expression suddenly changed.
Because the nervous man in the white suit also started to move. He suddenly turned his head. Just before the bandage weirdo's hand was about to pinch Chen Wenwen's neck, he suddenly grabbed the bandage weirdo's forearm. He was so fast.
It was outrageous, but his movements were as casual as a literati grabbing a peach blossom branch.
"Don't be rough with women. This is a gentleman's virtue engraved in his bones." The man in the white suit shook his head at the bandage weirdo, then he turned his head and showed a gentle smile to Chen Wenwen, "You're not hurt, ma'am?"
Chen Wenwen's eyes widened and she shook her head in astonishment. The amplitude was so small that it was hard to tell whether she was shaking her head or shaking... She was really frightened. When a person is greatly frightened, her brain goes blank. She was clearly a genius at the moment.
She had a good chance to escape, but she just stood there stupidly, as if her survival instinct was gone.
"Oh, you're such a good girl, you were so frightened." The man in the white suit looked at the man covered in bandages, his eyes full of blame, "Brother, I'm not telling you, you act like a fool on the street and make things difficult for others.
What are you doing as a girl? Didn’t your mother teach you that if there were no women in this world, there would be no men? If something doesn’t go well with you, please don’t lose your temper at other girls, okay?”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The bandaged man's eyes slowly moved over. It was a confused, dull but inexplicably stubborn look. He looked at the man in the white suit and his throat was hoarse.
Say a few words.
"Odin...where is Odin?" It was still the same question, the bandaged man asked extremely stubbornly, with golden light pulsing in his pupils.
"Odin, I know him. Oh, you didn't tell me earlier!" The man in the white suit slapped his forehead, "You should have asked me earlier, otherwise why would there have been so many troubles? I know Odin well, we two
He's an old friend, do you have anything to do with him?"
The man wrapped in bandages was also stunned for a moment. Along the way, no one had ever answered his question directly, but the answer of the man in the white suit was obviously beyond his expectation... even though his remaining memory was very small.
Very little, but the little bit of consciousness that remained was unable to understand what the man in the suit meant.
"You want to ask about Odin, right? Come on, let's talk." The man in the white suit put down the bandaged man's arm and put his arm around the latter's shoulder, "This matter is a secret, I think
I'm only willing to tell you this because I'm in love with you, but I can't let anyone else hear it."
The bandaged man surprisingly did not resist. It seemed that he was also confused by the words and a series of actions of the man in the white suit... It was not only him who was confused, but also the surrounding police officers, especially the police chief.
, he looked at the man in the white suit's hand, put it affectionately on the bandaged man's shoulder, and walked slowly with his arms around him, looking like two brothers who were getting along well, and those who didn't know thought it was because they had known each other for a long time.
Old brothers.
"Don't think about shooting, disperse the crowd, and take that girl away quickly!"
When passing the police cordon, the man in a white suit suddenly whispered this, and his voice reached the sergeant's ears clearly.
No matter how slow the Sheriff is, he should understand at this time that this guy is one of his own... No matter how neurotic he is, no matter how out of tune he is, what he does is really on the side of justice.
"I understand!" the sergeant said suddenly.
"Ah? What do you understand?" asked the deputy on the side.
"Have you ever seen the negotiators in movies? They are those experts who suddenly appear when the criminal's modesty cannot be controlled. Each of them has a huge reserve of psychological knowledge and considerable on-the-spot experience." The police chief lined up above his head.
The hat on the police said, "Our police use force to suppress criminals, but they can directly destroy criminals' psychological defenses. Only they can calm down an angry criminal who cannot communicate at all in an instant."
"Is that so?" The deputy's eyes widened, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Yes, otherwise why was that weirdo willing to be taken away by him? He was so vicious just now, but now he is as honest as a child?" The police chief looked at the backs of the two people, "So we can't understand what he said, because he is
He is a negotiator who is familiar with criminal psychology. He just imitated the tone of criminals and they can find resonance. We are laymen!"
"But I don't think he is such a powerful person..." The deputy also looked at the backs of the two people and murmured in a low voice.
But the police chief couldn't listen at all. He was in the middle of a crazy self-attack... Yes, that must be the case. This person must be an expert in negotiation, a top talent hired from outside with high salary, so there is nothing wrong with him being a foreigner.
Wearing a suit and appearing in a helicopter is very reasonable. He has been shown this way in Hong Kong movies and Hollywood blockbusters. Moreover, his temperament is very unique. The logic of his behavior may seem strange, but every word you say makes you unable to refute. He must be an expert with considerable experience.
, so he was so calm and composed.
"Evacuate the crowd, evacuate the crowd!" The police chief came to his senses and gave the order, "Send the victim next to the trash can and the frightened girl to the hospital. Don't move the blockade and cordon. Put away the gun.
Turn off the police sirens!"
"Why did you put the gun away?" the deputy asked, somewhat puzzled.
"Stupid, didn't you hear that you just said not to shoot? The expert finally calmed down the criminal, and we took out the gun to scare the guy again. Wasn't the expert's efforts just now in vain? Let the specialized people do the specialized work.
, to deal with this kind of anti-social personality perversion, we must trust the experts!" The police chief looked at the backs of the two people who had walked away, "How handsome, I hope my son can become such a man in the future!"
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Pompeii carried the bandaged man to the corner of a building. He looked around in all directions and breathed a serious sigh of relief.
"Brother, are you looking for Odin?" Pompeii looked at the side face of the bandaged man, although all he could see was the blood-stained linen.
"Odin...Odin..." The bandaged man was still a little stunned. He murmured the name repeatedly, and the golden brilliance in his eyes kept flashing.
"Yes, Odin!" Pompeii nodded. He took out his mobile phone from his pocket, opened the Google search engine, entered the name "Odin" in the search box, and then pressed the search icon on the right.
The Internet speed was quite fast. After refreshing for less than a second, more than one million related search results popped up on the Google page. Pompei clicked on a search term and pulled out a picture.
"Now, this is Odin." Pompeii pointed at the enlarged picture and asked, "You are looking for this guy, right?"
The bandaged man stared at the photo on Pompeii's phone and was cold for a while. After a while, he suddenly let out a low roar in his throat. There was anger in the low roar. He didn't know if he realized that he was being played.
.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute, don't get angry yet." Pompeo quickly crossed out the photo and flipped it back and forth on the Google page. "You are not satisfied with the Odin just now. Let's take a look at a few more pictures. Don't worry.
Don't worry, my date today is off, I have plenty of time, I will accompany you to find it slowly."
"Is this Odin? Well, are you not satisfied?"
"What about this one? This one looks majestic? Look at how high-quality this ram-horned helmet is... but it looks a bit old, huh?"
"What about this? I remember that this oil painting cost a lot of money and was bought by an old boy named Henkel... Well, you're still not satisfied?"
The bandage man's patience seemed to have been worn away, and his remaining sanity was consumed by Pompeii bit by bit. Killing intent danced in the golden pupils, and the muscles were pulsing under the blood-stained bandage.
"Brother, are you too difficult to deal with?" Pompeii sighed, "You are trying to force me to use your trump card!"
Pompeo looked left and right, and after making sure there was no one around, he opened an encrypted and hidden photo album on his phone, entered a rather complex password, and clicked on the video that had been blurred on one side.
Second video in a row.
If Angers were here, he would be surprised to find that there is actually a video of Odin's appearance hidden in Pompeii's mobile phone. It was when he appeared at the Sacred Heart Hospital of Mercy. However, this video is obviously secretly recorded by Fingel.
That perspective is closer and clearer.
"Since neither the golden ax nor the silver ax is the ax you want, then is this silly Odin the Odin you are looking for?" Pompeii asked calmly.
The bandaged man stared at the video, or to be precise, at the man on horseback in the video. His chest was rising and falling, and his breathing was getting faster and faster each time.