The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 467 Detective Chuck I am the legendary senior officer!

"Since he can be brought out as a successful case, there should be no danger. Something must have stimulated him. Can you rewind the video and watch it before the accident?"

Al has committed an occupational disease. For the future, he must first understand what happened before and study criminal psychology.

"can."

Howard Jr. walked up to him at some point, and directly took over the operation, quickly replayed the video recording, and then stopped at 10 minutes ago.

Ordinary car No. 3 in the front row.

Just like the situation in the United States, where the land is vast and the population is sparse, the train is full of people inside and out, not to mention the same as that of a big eastern country. It is not even as good as when a big oriental country usually transports passengers, the huge carriages are scattered and only 5 people personal.

It is no wonder that the bustling train passenger transport industry, which was once the top of the world, has declined to the point where it cannot be a teacher for other countries.

When the door rang, Ma Martian in the Mediterranean couldn't get into Chuck's VIP car and didn't want to stay in the same car with Sheldon, so he went forward according to the ticket he bought, passing through one section after another. In the carriage, I came to the No. 3 ordinary carriage in the front row, and sat down in my own seat.

After sitting down, Ma Martian from the Mediterranean looked at Dr. Linda Deaton, who was well-dressed and elegant, and nodded and smiled.

Looking sideways at the man in suit next door in the hallway, and the unspirited African-American guy who was leaning towards him, he smiled knowingly.

The unspirited African-American guy also returned a smile.

When they looked at each other, they could see that they used to be like-minded people who liked to eat marijuana.

Ma Martian from the Mediterranean can see that the African-American guy has been high for a long time, so that he is depressed, and ordinary sleep and other recovery methods can no longer restore the negative erosion on his face.

Although he is a fellow man and has the bonus of the skin color of his hometown, Ma Martian in the Mediterranean still has no intention of talking to him.

Because in his eyes, this unspirited African-American guy must be a jerk.

And he fought all the way from his hometown, and now he has become an outstanding college student of the legendary Wharton Business School. He also met Princess Caroline of the United States and went to Houston, Texas to visit the satellite launch together.

Although the two are on the same path, they are no longer walking together, and there is no need for greetings at all.

His eyes skipped over a sad and unattractive woman, and his eyes fell on a bald man sitting side by side with the well-dressed Dr. Linda Deaton across the corridor.

no way.

Both of them have similar hairstyles and temperaments. What's more, this bald man who is a bit sleepy and dozing off with squinting eyes reminds him of the NASA bald scientist who gave him a recyclable rocket computing notebook.

The degree of baldness is similar, and the temperament is more similar.

Compared with them in the Mediterranean Sea, he has only just started.

After watching it a few more times, thinking of the scene of being mocked and attacked by Little Sheldon in the VIP compartment, he took out the notebook that Little Sheldon had sent to NASA from his backpack, and read it again in disbelief.

In less than ten seconds, he scratched his thinning hair, gave up, put down the notebook in his hand, rubbed his temples, and then took out his mobile phone to call a NASA scientist.

He was very aware of the other party's respectful attitude towards the owner of the notebook at the beginning, but now that he has seen it with his own eyes, he agrees with it from the bottom of his heart.

Therefore, knowing that the end of Little Sheldon's journey is Houston, and even knowing that Little Sheldon may not necessarily be looking for this NASA scientist, he still plans to make a kind call to remind him.

Obviously, his kindness was felt by the other party.

He didn't make a fuss either.

Because after the other party knew the news, he made it clear that he would immediately ask for leave and leave Houston to avoid meeting with the troublesome little Sheldon in case.

Putting down the phone, the train suddenly stopped suddenly.

Before he could figure out what happened, the car door slammed, and the guard in the car came in. When he walked past him, he saw the notebook he had not read on his lap, and was very interested in the rocket model diagram on it. , So I stopped to watch and chatted with him a few words.

He also inquired about the reason for the sudden stop of the train.

The guard told him that someone committed suicide by lying on the track ahead, so he stopped suddenly, but he could restart soon.

When the guard patted him on the shoulder and told the news to others by the way, something that left him stunned happened.

The bald middle-aged man who made him feel very friendly suddenly became manic. When the guard walked by, he snatched the pistol from the guard's waist, and skillfully drew the gun to kill the unresponsive guard in seconds.

This balding man is a Texan!
This was his first thought!
Then, the situation where he yelled at the son of the beach happened in his heart. The bald middle-aged man with a gun rushed over immediately after killing the guards, and a gun butt hit him who subconsciously opened his hands in a gesture of surrender. Also handsome handsome face.

Ok.

Without the blessing of wealth like Princess Caroline of the United States, his face is only comparable to that of a character star, and he is not so conceited that he is more handsome than the face of a vase male star.

"what are you doing?"

The well-dressed and elegant woman in his eyes stood up in panic and shouted at the bald middle-aged man.

"Shut up! Shut up!"

The bald man looked around with his gun and roared manically so that everyone could not move. Then he saw the blood on the face of the Mediterranean horse Martian, but he didn't have any intention of resisting, so he grabbed the Mediterranean horse with his free hand. Little Sheldon's notebook on Martian's lap.

"Who are you?!"

"I'm Ma Martian!"

At this time, Ma Martian of the Mediterranean Sea did not have the sense of humor of Hu Ayu of the Longmen Bodyguard Bureau, and answered honestly with a trembling body.

"Who are you?!"

However, with such an honest and sincere answer, the bald middle-aged man waved the butt of the gun again and hit his handsome face again, causing him pain and grievance.

He told the truth, why did he still hit him?
"I'm really Martian..."

"He asked about your identity!"

Well-dressed, the woman who dared to speak first, Dr. Linda Deaton, was still standing there, but compared to other passengers who dared not make a sound or look at each other, she took the initiative to remind the stunned horse. Mars.

"I'm a freshman at Wharton."

Upon hearing this, Ma Huxing from the Mediterranean Sea hurriedly dealt with his identity as harmlessly as possible on the basis of telling the truth.

"lie!!!"

The bald middle-aged man did not hit him with the butt of the gun this time, but he pointed the gun at him excitedly, as if the gun would go off in the next moment, which made Ma Hsien so frightened that he might as well hit him with the butt of the gun Woolen cloth.

"I'm not lying, I swear!"

Ma Martian was about to cry.

"Lies! Lies!"

The bald middle-aged man shook Little Sheldon's notebook with one hand, and pointed a gun at Ma Martian's Mediterranean hairstyle with the other, his emotions became more and more agitated.

"Don't get excited, Ted, I'll ask for you."

While comforting the bald man, the well-dressed woman looked at Ma Martian: "He means that your hairstyle and face don't look like freshmen at all, and what's written in the notebook in your hand?"

"..."

Ma Martian from the Mediterranean is so uncomfortable. He was only ridiculed for his Mediterranean hairstyle in the VIP compartment before, but now he was physically slapped in the face because of the Mediterranean hairstyle, or twice. What's the matter with this special meow? Woolen cloth.

"The notebook is the math of a recoverable rocket."

Although wronged, he was pointed at gunpoint and dreamed of dying on Mars. Of course he didn't want to die on earth. He still used American traditional freedom, so he answered honestly.

"The math for recoverable rockets?"

The well-dressed woman first showed an 'OMG' expression, of course a serious and terrified expression, not an unscrupulous expression of praying to God, and then looked at the Mediterranean horse Martian with some doubts and uncertainties.

She is Dr. Linda Deaton, who is similar to Dr. Harley Quinn, the predecessor of Gotham Arkham Harley Quinn. She brought the 'clown' she had studied for nine years to attend the seminar, so she naturally knew her own 'clown' What Dr. Ted Bly's hallucinations are.

That is positive and negative are secretly monitoring him.

From her point of view, of course she knew it was an illusion.

But she looked at it from the perspective of Dr. Ted Bly. In the same compartment, a man who claimed to be a freshman in Wharton Business School was a man with a typical plus-minus, scientific researcher, and strong hairstyle. He was holding a recyclable A notebook with obvious high-tech materials like the Rocket itself is full of doubts.

The key also whispered to the guard.

Dr. Ted Bly, himself a top theoretical physicist, would be abnormal if he didn't doubt it.

Even she has some doubts, whether Ma Martian in the Mediterranean is a positive and negative staff member, not to mention surveillance, at least trying to get in touch with Dr. Ted Bly, hoping to reuse Dr. Ted Bly's theoretical knowledge and break through some technology .

And if this is not the case.

Then she can only say: "Fake! What a coincidence!"

"This is not mine……"

Noticing that there was a trace of doubt in the eyes of the well-dressed women, Ma Huxing in the Mediterranean became more and more frightened and tried to get rid of the relationship with Little Sheldon's notebook.

"It was written by a 9-year-old named Sheldon Cooper, who is now 12..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing the bald middle-aged man becoming more and more manic and violent, Ma Huxing from the Mediterranean couldn't speak anymore.

Because if you haven't seen or heard of Little Sheldon before, who would believe that a 9-year-old child can go against the sky to such a degree?
He is in such a dangerous situation now, the more honest he is, the more dangerous he will be.

Damn Sheldon Cooper!

At this moment, he hated little Sheldon to death!
Not only was he severely mocked by the other party before, but now he is facing a life-and-death crisis because of Little Sheldon's notebook, what is this?
"You can ask him if you don't believe me, Sheldon Cooper is also on this train, in the VIP compartment at the back..."

Before he finished speaking, the bald middle-aged man hit his face hard with the butt of his gun again, and he couldn't say anything.

"Do you think I will let you pass the message out?!!!"

The furious bald middle-aged man stared viciously at Ma Huxing in the Mediterranean Sea. Seeing that Ma Huxing didn't dare to look directly at him, he walked up and down the corridor manicly, thinking about something at a loss.

At this time, the alarm bell blew outside.

The convoy of the local police has arrived and surrounded the carriage.

The balding middle-aged man asked everyone to pull down the sunshade to block the view of the car and avoid being targeted by a sniper rifle. He walked around with a gun, leaning over from time to time to secretly observe the movement outside from the gap.

The person in charge of the local police quickly contacted the train, and through the train staff, dialed the car phone of the No. 3 ordinary car and asked to talk to the robber's bald man.

"I don't talk to you, I only talk to senior officers!"

The balding middle-aged man hung up the phone directly.

The police chief outside looked ugly.

What do you mean?
He is the highest person in charge at the scene, and what senior officer is he talking to?
"Hello Detective, I'm Al Green Norway, FBI special agent, BAU member."

Al and the others had already watched the replay, and were afraid of being accidentally injured by the local police, so they quickly evacuated from the VIP compartment and revealed their identities.

"Hi, Frank Morant, Dallas Police Department."

The head of the local police also knew the name of BAU. Seeing that there was an FBI at the scene, he was skeptical and a little upset and said, "It seems that you are the senior officer mentioned by the robbers? Do you know what is going on with this robber?"

"we know."

Al talked about the situation of the robbers.

"Psycho robber? Great!"

When the head of the local police heard this, he couldn't help complaining immediately. After the yin and yang strangeness was over, he didn't think it was enough, and cursed: "Is this shitty psychiatrist also mentally ill?

What kind of success story can such a mental patient come to our Dallas seminar as a successful case of alleviating acute mental illness?What a hell joke this is! "

"Detective, now is not the time to talk about this. We need to find a way to persuade him to resolve this hostage crisis peacefully."

Al wanted to complain like that too, but she held back.

"What good advice do you have?"

The person in charge of the local police really didn't have the traditional impression that the Texans with abundant martial arts virtues would come up and attack directly.

Al looked at Chuck.

"Let your people wear suits and leather shoes, wear sunglasses, drive an SUV over, turn on the police lights, turn on the siren, and honk the horn. If possible, the police car will clear the way in front of you. When you get there, don't get out of the car and wait for 30 seconds before waiting. come down."

Chuck said blankly: "Leave it to us."

"you are?"

The head of the local police looked at Chuck with a puzzled frown.

"You don't know him? He's Dr. Chuck Wolfe!"

Al reminded.

"Oh it's you!"

The head of the local police changed his smiling face instantly, and warmly stretched out his hand and said, "I know you, you are the pride of Texas!"

As he spoke, he picked up the phone and dialed without waiting for Chuck to say anything. He began to deploy according to Chuck's instructions, and then asked humbly, "Why did you do this?"

"Isn't he going to speak to the senior officer?"

Chuck said calmly: "You are obviously not, then create a senior officer."

"So it is."

The head of the local police nodded suddenly, and then asked with some concern: "Are you sure?"

"What are you sure about?"

Chuck looked at him.

"The robber wants to talk to the senior officer..."

The head of the local police hesitated.

"Chuck is the senior officer!"

Al laughed and said: "If it wasn't for worrying that the robber would not know Chuck after staying in the mental hospital for too long, those arrangements just now would not be necessary. He would have spoken to Chuck directly if he just reported Chuck's name."

(End of this chapter)