If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

"Do you want to blockade the hospital? We can contact the mayor of Chicago as soon as possible to apply for the right to blockade." Gloria took out her mobile phone.

"No, no need. This will make him afraid of our energy." Schneider stopped her, stepped over the cordon and walked into the ward. His iron-gray eyes sternly scanned the details of every room, and finally walked around. In the middle of a step, he stopped in front of the curtain in the corner of the room.

Gloria and Ryder saw where Schneider was standing and subconsciously reached out to touch the gun under his windbreaker. This ward was facing the sun, so the curtains were made of thick printed thick cloth. There was always a person hidden behind the wide curtains that drooped to the floor. Is that enough? Could it be that the murderer was really so confident, or was the previous Chicago P.D.'s professional skills so poor that he couldn't even spot the criminal hiding at the scene?

Schneider opened the curtains with an expressionless face. There was no bloodthirsty murderer hiding behind it. Where his sight touched, there lay a head that refused to rest in silence.

That was exactly what Andrew had in his head.

"He was kicked here." Schneider looked back at the position of the body, and then looked up at the bloody ceiling: "After the murderer decapitated him, he kicked his head like a ball to this corner, and his neck The spray of blood covered up the rolling blood stains, and the Chicago P.D. people didn’t dare to touch our scene so they didn’t notice it was here.”

The anger in Gloria and Ryder's eyes almost turned into reality. A commissioner of the Executive Department should not be treated like this whether before or after death. The murderer expressed his incomparable contempt for Andrew after killing him!

"This is a good thing, gentlemen." Schneider lowered the curtains to cover the head as if to give him rest. He raised his head and glanced at the two people coldly: "This kind of contempt means that our enemies do not know us. Real skill and strength, so even if we don't block this hospital after tonight, he will not choose to escape in a hurry, but will wait until he is satisfied to peel off the prey's face with his own hands, then he will choose to leave here to find the next one. Target."

"Minister, what should we do?" Gloria asked in a low voice, her fingers trembling slightly, not from fear but from suppressed anger.

"Although without knowing it, he expressed contempt for the commissioner of the Executive Department, so this kind of person is very suitable for public execution." Schneider said: "Notify the college headquarters and say that the freshman war practice class can start early. "

"War practice class?" Ryder and Gloria were both stunned.

"You seem to have a lot of doubts. Didn't you take a war practice class during your freshman year?" Schneider glanced at the two of them and asked flatly.

"No, it's just that the target of this mission is too dangerous. Andrew can be considered a senior specialist, but he only had time to fire one shot against the murderer, and there was a high probability that he missed the target." Ryder tried to dissuade Schneider from taking the murderer. A dangerous idea for giving freshman hands-on practice.

"No, it's not empty." Schneider interrupted Ryder. He stared at the ceiling: "Look up."

Ryder and Gloria subconsciously raised their heads. When their excellent eyesight carefully examined the place where Schneider was staring, they were surprised to find that there was a dark bullet hole in the ceiling.

"It's not that he shot in the air, but he only had time to fire one shot in the air before he died." Schneider looked down at the headless corpse and said calmly: "The moment he stepped into the house, he knew that he was dead. He dodged. , escape, and release the spirit are all in vain. He clearly knows that the only thing he can do is not to save his own life, but to save the life of the girl in the house."

"So he used the only shot he could fire as a warning shot, gave up self-protection, attracted the security guards on patrol at night, and saved the life of the girl in the ward. Otherwise, the murderer would have had time to kill him after killing him. Cover the girl's face before escaping from here." Schneider lowered his gaze slightly.

After Ryder and Gloria took a deep breath, they let out heavy gasps. They seemed to be able to feel the last consciousness left by the man on the ground in this ward that looked like a slaughterhouse.

"In this case, it is even more inappropriate to let Daiichi take it in. When Andrew was tracking, the execution department estimated that the opponent was a 'B' level hybrid, but now it seems that the enemy is likely to have reached the 'A' level. This task should be handled solely by the executive department commissioner, it would be too dangerous for a freshman to interfere!" Gloria whispered.

"No, it's decided. I said that the target of this mission is suitable for public execution." Schneider said coldly. Gloria wanted to say something else, but she finally chose after catching a glimpse of the sharpness in the eyes of the head of the execution department. There was silence.

"Minister, the victim in Ward 303 on the fourth floor seems to be more awake." At this time, a specialist reported on the channel through the headset.

"Come right away." Schneider pressed the headset and replied in a deep voice.

Ryder stood up from the body, and Gloria stepped aside to get out of the way. Schneider stepped over the headless body and walked to the door. Before stepping out with one foot, he suddenly asked: "Does anyone know where his hometown is?" ?"

"Andrew?" Gloria paused and looked back at the corpse on the ground and replied softly: "I remember it was in Honduras. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, with coral reefs, whale sharks, and seahorses. It is a place where spring flowers bloom."

After hearing this, Schneider nodded without saying a word and left the ward in silence.

Leaving Gloria and Andrew, Schneider walked through the corridor and went up to the fourth floor from the elevator. The lights in many wards on the fourth floor were on. The patients who should have been sleeping seemed to have been awakened by the noise caused by the Chicago Police Department. Everyone was talking and looking toward the end of the corridor. Schneider came down from the elevator and did not attract any attention. Occasionally, people would glance at him and think that he was an ordinary patient dragging a trolley with oxygen bottles.

Schneider walked through the crowd all the way to the end of the corridor, where several men in black trench coats were guarding the door of a ward. After seeing him, they all bowed their heads and got out of the way. The corridor was always paying attention to the patients here. He also watched in astonishment as Schneider, who looked more like a seriously ill patient than a detective, jumped over those cold black supers.

"Is anyone inside?" Schneider asked coldly, standing in front of the door.

"Yes, she has regained some composure." The gatekeeper nodded.

Schneider nodded and pushed open the door to the ward. He raised his head and looked at the hospital bed inside. The moment he saw the girl sitting on the bed, the iron-blooded executive director was obviously stunned for a moment.

Because at this moment, Schneider probably understood why the prisoner was so persistent in taking risks to stay alive just to wait for the next visit. The reflection in his iron-gray eyes was enough to make the entire hospital dark at night. Yiliang's beautiful face said it all.

That's right, just because of this girl, the bloody-faced killer will definitely come back.

But then the Executive Department will inevitably ask him to use his life to repay the provocation to the secret party's authority and the desecration of the deceased.