The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 111 Don't go to England in the future!

"You want to recruit me?"

Compared to the shock of Detective Amy Santiago, Chuck asked calmly.

"Yes."

The tall, bald-headed African-American man took a closer look at Chuck and said with a smile, "I'm not mistaken. You definitely have an anti-social personality. Believe me, I'm very experienced."

Detective Amy Santiago couldn't help but look at Chuck strangely.

If the bald professor wasn't lying, the man in front of him was very gifted and experienced at spotting hidden sociopaths.

Otherwise, they wouldn't just meet the bald professor who is still a serious architect and tell him the fact that the bald professor is actually a serial killer.

The plot is bizarre enough, but it turns out he was right.

Now he said this sentence again with certainty, this...

"Everybody knows that."

Chuck said calmly.

Amy Santiago was taken aback for a moment, and then he relaxed a lot.

Yes!

She almost forgot that Chuck never seemed to hide this fact, looking at his usual behavior, he was telling everyone that he was abnormal, not to mention that he would design some experiments for her every now and then to annoy the police detective The act of confirmation is quite perverted!

Although it was clear that Chuck was an antisocial psychopath, she was no longer worried.

After all, confessing yourself all the time and hiding yourself are completely different concepts.

And confessing that he can still live until now, and that he has become a guest of law enforcement agencies such as NYPD and FBI, is enough to explain everything.

She believes in the eyes of the masses.

"Dr. Wolf, you are indeed very different."

The tall, bald-headed African-American man was a little surprised.

"It's still the same sentence, everyone knows it."

Chuck said, "Who are you going to recruit me for?"

"For myself, of course."

The tall bald African-American man smiled slightly.

"No, you are not."

Chuck shook his head.

"why?"

The tall, bald African-American man looked at Chuck with interest.

"Because you don't deserve it."

Chuck said frankly: "It is so easy to find you, there is no sense of mystery at all, you are just a mortal."

"..."

The tall, bald-headed African-American man smiled. He had been among special people all over the world for decades. He thought he had already cultivated a mentality of not being moved by external objects, but it was obvious that he hadn't cultivated well yet.

"you're right."

Quickly suppressing the unhappiness in his heart, he regained his calm smile, nodded and said: "Dr. It might be inappropriate for a mortal like me to recruit you, there are indeed people above me, extraordinary people, and I will never be able to do the things he did."

Speaking of this, he stopped, and his smile became colder: "Originally, I would tell you more news to make you talk. After all, the more you know about his existence, the closer you will be. You will only have two endings. Either get closer and closer to him, or just go crazy and die."

"I am looking forward."

Chuck was as calm as ever.

The words are so mysterious, if he is not sure that there is no mysterious power in this world, he will have to guess whether there is Cthulhu on the other side.

But even if the world really suddenly becomes magical, his mentality will remain calm and will not change in any way.

Cthulhu really came out, and he wouldn't mind saying that classic line again amidst little Sheldon's tears and infinite joy.

It's just a cloak thing.

"But I'm not going to go any further."

The tall, bald-headed African-American man controlled his emotions: "Because you are not qualified to know him now, and you are only qualified to be recruited by someone you think is unworthy. Now I will give you two choices, or kill the San Diego police detective in front of you." Accept my offer, or I'll just get on with the unfinished business of erasing you pesky detective."

"Raise your hands so I can see!"

Detective Amy Santiago immediately raised his gun nervously and aimed at the tall, bald-headed African-American man.

The tall, bald African-American man ignored her and just looked at Chuck.

"You are very confident."

Chuck looked at him too.

"Want to take a gamble?"

The tall bald African-American man smiled.

"of course."

Chuck nodded: "But don't you need to contact the people above you again?"

"No, I can make the decision."

The tall, bald-headed African-American man smiled and said, "Actually, I'm giving you two options to recruit you. The idea suddenly came to me after I saw you. This is a pity. Otherwise, you would have no choice at all."

"That's what you think."

Chuck said calmly: "You still think that arranging an accident can kill me, but now I am standing in front of you, so I don't want you to think, I want me to think, and I don't think you can kill me."

"The ignorant are fearless."

The tall, bald-headed African-American man looked into Chuck's eyes and laughed dumbly: "Since you have made a choice, then go die."

boom!
As the dead word was spoken, a large piece of glass in the room shattered, followed by a piece of mosaic.

Chuck immediately pulled the frightened Detective Amy Santiago to the dead end of the shooting, quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a text message, and then looked at the mosaic.

But he saw that the tall, bald African-American man who was full of confidence and thought he had the advantage just now had turned into a tall African-American man.

"There are snipers!"

Detective Amy Santiago screamed after being dragged to a corner by Chuck, took out her cell phone and immediately looked for fire support.

"There is a police officer..."

When she subconsciously yelled the classic "a police officer has fallen", she was surprised to find that something was wrong. It wasn't the police officer and her own people who fell down, but the other party.

"what's the situation?"

Detective Amy Santiago looked at Chuck in astonishment.

"do not know."

Chuck shook his head.

He was not surprised that there was a sniper. The other party was so confident when he was found at the door, and there were no other hidden gunmen in the room, so either the other party had ambushed the sniper, or the other party was confident that he would be released soon without any impact.

Either way, Chuck didn't care.

But the sniper didn't aim at him and shoot, but exploded his own head, which was indeed unexpected.

"Either the professional comedic killer routinely shoots the wrong guy, or the guy above John Douglas made a different choice."

"What professional comedic killer?"

Detective Amy Santiago was speechless.

She has already believed in the second speculation. Compared to killing the police and famous mathematicians, killing her own people who have already exposed their identities and completely cutting off this thread is indeed a more cost-effective choice.

"It's a funny killer."

Chuck said: "The world is so big, there are so many wonders."

"Too violent."

Although Detective Amy Santiago believed in the second option, no one could guarantee that the sniper would not kill them, so he continued to shrink in the dead corner of the shooting, looking at a mosaic not far away , covered his mouth, turned his head away, not daring to look any more, and complained from the bottom of his heart.

"It seems that he is a bit hated."

Chuck is also hiding in the shooting blind spot. He is actually not worried about the sniper, and he can just walk over to check. After all, if the other party can shoot, he can hide, but it is completely unnecessary to expose his bug ability at this time.

Just imagine if the tall, bald-headed African-American man knew that he had the experience of dodging a sniper rifle, would he have had a showdown with him so confidently before, almost telling him everything about this 'dying man'?

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago choked.

She felt Chuck inside her again.

Yes!
The last time the sniper rifle was found in the killer's room, she once had a set of logical inferences that she thought was very self-consistent, thinking that it was Chuck who was too upright to be hated by the CIA and other organizations to blow his head off by the way.

But that's not a reasonable guess!
As for remembering so clearly, do you still not forget her connotation at this time?
Sure enough, no matter how cold the appearance is, as long as he has a cold and humorous temperament, he will be narrow-minded.

NYPD came very quickly this time.

Ok.

After all, it was his own people, and he had heard Detective Amy Santiago report that there were neither active gunmen nor trapped targets, but only his own people and a dead person, and the room was not locked.

So after more than two hours of tossing, it was confirmed that the sniper in the building where Chuck gave the sniper's location had left, and finally came in, and began to enter the American TV series, put up the cordon, and all kinds of police officers The classic scene of professional division of labor has begun.

"Holy shit!"

Detective Annoyance had a very bad expression on his face. Looking at the violent and mosaic scene, he frowned endlessly: "I don't even eat ketchup these days."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Detective Amy Santiago grumbled.

It's okay not to talk about it, but once she said it, she also had an association, and she didn't want to eat ketchup anymore.

"Okay, you survived the sniper rifle."

Detective Annoyance looked at his partner, and couldn't help but tease: "That's amazing."

"You just know?"

Although Amy Santiago was very scared, she raised her chin and said proudly in the face of her partner's ridicule.

"This time you count as amazing!"

The annoying detective gave a thumbs up: "But if it wasn't for the sheriff and they kept holding me down, even if I couldn't catch the sniper, I would still be able to see your heroic posture facing the sniper."

"..."

Detective Amy Santiago was taken aback for a moment, and his eyes on Detective Annoying became complicated.

Although the partner did not follow the rules, he was a regular homicide detective of the NYPD, so he should know the process and follow the process.

At that time, he rushed in regardless, so that he was forced to the ground and hurt his arm, and now he has been rubbing it, this...

She was a little afraid to look directly into the still-joking eyes of Detective Annoying Detective, subconsciously looked away at Chuck, and couldn't help but think of how Chuck described them at that time.

Are you happy friends...

Chuck held the phone, frowning slightly.

"what happened?"

asked the detective.

Chuck put away his cell phone, did not explain, but looked at him and said: "Don't go to England in the future."

"why?"

The annoying detective was puzzled.

Chuck didn't speak, but just looked at the rubbed arms of Detective Annoyance.

Detective Amy Santiago has gotten used to Chuck's cold humor of others, so he laughed knowingly.

He can't even get rid of his own strongman lock man, so it's really not suitable for Yinglun, who is making shit sticks all over the place.

(End of this chapter)