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Chapter 106 Assassination from the Sky! (Please subscribe!)

Ten days later.

Chuck's house.

Room.

"Is that Justin also the target of your experiment?"

Seeing Chuck, who was as relentless as ever after the experiment, got up and walked out, Monica resisted to complain, and asked Justin who had seen cleaning the house before.

"No."

Chuck looked back.

"why not?"

Monica was paralyzed there, but her mouth refused to rest.

"Because she doesn't meet the beauty screening of the experiment goal."

Chuck frowned: "Don't you know?"

"I forgot, can't I?"

The corner of Monica's mouth curled up: "I don't have your photographic memory."

In fact, she just likes to hear this kind of truth.

Chuck turned and left.

The training with Monica is just a kind of daily training, and there will be other training after that. He doesn't have time to play the repeater game with Monica knowingly.

"Ugh."

After Chuck disappeared, Monica looked at the room after the experiment. Except for some special places, such as a circle of the ceiling, a corner of the wall, and a side of the floor, the guest room was still clean and tidy, and the bright smile disappeared a lot. Sighing lightly, he laughed at himself, "I always feel a little cheap."

But soon she didn't have the heart to think about it, and a strong drowsiness hit her, and she soon fell asleep soundly.

the next morning.

Monica woke up from a deep sleep, feeling refreshed all over. She got up and went into the bathroom to look in the mirror. Touching her rosy white face, she felt extremely transparent from top to bottom.

After washing, she went out of the guest room. She didn't see Chuck, but heard a faint sound from outside, so she hurried over, and saw a youthful and energetic figure in a sports vest constantly beating against a wooden dummy. .

"Sorry, did you bother me?"

As if sensing Monica's approach, the piling figure stopped, turned around, touched the sweat on his face, and smiled apologetically at Monica.

"No no."

Monica quickly waved her hand: "I slept until I woke up naturally, and only heard a little movement after I came out, Justin, are you practicing martial arts?"

"Correct."

The woman who was driving the pile was Justin, she changed the direction and faced Monica, while continuing to punch the pile while talking to Monica: "I asked Chuck to teach me, the authentic oriental martial arts. "

"How do you remember to practice this?"

Monica looked at Justin's arm that collided heavily with the wooden stake, and could feel the pain. She grinned, and asked a puzzled question. Then she thought of something, and looked at Justin strangely. : "You are Chuck's classmate at Princeton University, so you are also a genius, right?"

Ok.

She has some PTSD about the word genius now. In her impression, the geniuses in her country feel mentally ill.

If Justin is also a genius, then it is not surprising that such a young and energetic female college student does not go for a romantic relationship, but practices madly here instead.

"No, I'm not a genius."

Justin shook his head while shaking his fist with a smile: "I'm just an ordinary person who believes that hard work can make up for one's weakness."

"Then why are you doing this?"

Since she is not a genius, Monica really doesn't understand.

"This world is not safe."

Justin guarded his fists and exclaimed, "Girls are in danger if they don't work hard to learn some self-protection methods."

"Too."

Monica nodded silently as she thought about what had happened before.

The math treasure hunt ended suddenly, and little Sheldon, who had no friends and was not an adult, knew nothing about it, but as Peggy's guardian, she heard some rumors and asked Chuck, and she knew the whole story. In her comedic day-to-day, the murder, or the murder of a math and lottery enthusiast who was somehow not far away, hit her almost as hard as Chuck.

You know, although it was because of Peggy that she came into this circle in mathematics, but when it comes to lottery tickets, she is also one of the fans, and she bought it more than once.

"Where's Chuck?"

Monica subconsciously didn't want to think deeply about these dark and negative messages, so she shook her head and asked her most concerned question.

"Going to investigate the case."

Justin wiped his sweat and said, "Wait for me to get off, and I'll drive you back after wiping off my sweat."

"Is this too much trouble for you?"

Monica was a little embarrassed, she didn't drive over, but hurried into Chuck's car and got here dazed.

"No trouble."

Justin gave a slightly strange smile.

Monica didn't notice.

After Justin drove her back to the apartment and left, she couldn't help calling Chuck, and after chatting for a while, Monica said coquettishly, "Chuck, actually, I can help you too." You clean, I clean well, and I like to clean for you too."

Although she is a few years older than Chuck, she seems to be the younger one in front of Chuck.

"No, you don't like it."

Chuck said frankly on the other end of the phone: "Do you like it? You are greedy for my body!"

"..."

Monica stared blankly with her mobile phone. She knew Chuck was honest, and she liked to hear Chuck honestly say that Justin was not in the scope of the experiment target at all, because her appearance was not good enough. His eyes were still very high, but this kind of straightforwardness of directly saying "you are greedy for my body" still broke through her imagination.

How could...you say such a naked thing.

NYPD99 branch.

After Chuck finished speaking, he hung up the phone calmly.

Detective Amy Santiago, who heard this next to him, was stunned, and Detective Annoyance had no choice but to give Chuck a thumbs up.

Awesome!
This is really awesome!

Is there really a man who can be so awesome?
"That's the way it is. The suspect was indeed picked up by the FBI, because it may involve transstate or even transnational organized crime, so you don't have to worry about the follow-up case."

Chuck ignored their exaggerated expressions and put the finishing touches on the case.

After all, they were the ones who invited him over, and now they can't intervene, so they have to notify him. This is an obsessive-compulsive disorder that starts and ends.

"Has the encrypted text message been deciphered?"

Detective Amy Santiago overwhelmed the horror that a man can steel himself, and asked her the most curious thing.

"It has been deciphered."

Chuck nodded.

After such a long time, there are still some clear clues. If they still can't be deciphered, it can only show that the so-called encrypted information is completely meaningless gibberish.

"What did you say?"

Detective Amy Santiago pressed on.

"confidential."

Chuck glanced at her and said words that made her very uncomfortable. She also knew that the case had been handed over and she was no longer a case investigator. It was really not good to ask for more details, but she was really curious.

"I don't ask for specific details, I just want to know if the killer is carrying a sniper rifle to kill you?"

"No."

Chuck shook his head.

"Really?"

Detective Amy Santiago was a little unbelievable. The logic of her speculation was so perfect and self-consistent, with abundant circumstantial evidence, how could she be wrong.

"You have my phone number, you can call me if you have difficult and miscellaneous cases in the future."

Chuck didn't continue to explain, nodded to them, then turned and left.

These two seem to be very energetic. They compete to solve the case all day to see who can solve the most cases. They bicker from time to time. They feel like they are happy enemies. Compared with other detectives in the homicide team, they have a faint protagonist temperament. I think they will see each other in the future. Encountered a lot of interesting cases, it is worthy of him to say this sentence.

"Just leave like this?"

Detective God Annoyed smiled and said, "Didn't you see that our San Diego police detective still has a lot to say to you? Maybe she likes you too, oh, no, according to your words, she is greedy for your body~"

"Peralta!!!"

Detective Amy Santiago was immediately blushed, and frantically punched Detective Annoyance.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Detective Annoyance dodged quickly, got in front of Chuck, blocked Chuck's path, and blocked Detective Amy Santiago's pursuit with Chuck's body: "You dare say you have no interest in the big detective! ?”

"I do not have!"

Detective Amy Santiago categorically denied it, but seeing Chuck's gaze, thinking of the word 'sea' that Chuck had commented on the car before, he looked away guiltily.

"would you like?"

Chuck looked at the annoying police detective who was dancing happily, and asked seriously.

"...What do you mean if I am willing or not?"

Detective Annoying was taken aback for a moment, and then a trace of unnaturalness flashed in his eyes.

"You and Detective San Diego look like a happy couple."

Chuck said frankly: "In this magical world, as I become a detective longer, I come into contact with more and more bizarre things, and many things have broken through the limit of my understanding of the three views of normal people. If you are willing and strongly request , I don’t mind being invited by you to design a cooperative experiment for San Diego police detectives, so as to exercise my in-depth understanding and adaptation to this world, so I ask if you would like to?”

"..."

Faced with Chuck's frank words, one of the parties involved, Detective Amy Santiago, no longer dared to listen to him and avoided it, while the other detective involved, facing Chuck's affirming eyes, coughed lightly and said yes. He stopped talking and walked away with a smile.

Everyone likes to be a Cao thief, but few people like to be a tauren warrior!

"pity."

Chuck shook his head slightly and left the NYPD 99 branch.

He spoke the truth.

Detective Amy Santiago’s appearance is stuck on the basic line of the experiment. He belongs to Schrödinger’s Catwoman. Usually, he collapses directly into the basic line and does not consider it. .

After all, the situation is special, and the strong request of the annoying detective can be used as a bonus item, so that the appearance can be collapsed into the experimental baseline, which meets the experimental requirements.

Walking out of the police station, Chuck walked to the parking lot. He will go to the New York branch of the FBI later. The case has already been transferred. He wants to track it down so that this line can be completely cleared up. .

Just as he was walking downstairs of a building, suddenly the sky darkened, and an external unit of an air conditioner smashed over from a high altitude carrying huge kinetic energy in an instant!

(End of this chapter)