Sha Qing

"Is it time for a vacation?" Leo walked in with meteors, a dark gray woolen long trench coat over his black suit, and a beautifully cut hem of the fabric flickering along with his steps.

"Great, you're resurrected!" Rob hugged him and slapped his palms comfortably on his back.

Leo also patted him, "I'm not **** again. I just need some adequate sleep."

"It looks like you slept well last night." Rob took a step back and squeezed his eyes at him. "What is the effect of whiskey? Next time I want to buy a box for your apartment?"

Leo shrugged and refused to answer, then turned to say: "What were you talking about, the private lawyer ... his?"

Rob knew who this "he" was, and nodded and handed over a page of information, "Cunning Gonzalez, a lawyer he hired within ten minutes before his first court appearance. Look at this guy's resume Well, trade secret theft, patrol bribery, supermarket robbery ... From criminal cases to trivial matters, he has a wide range of issues, wins more and loses less. Did you know that last month he helped an extramarital affair husband divide 80% of his property Because the client / wife accidentally left the child's forehead at the edge of the bathtub while bathing their son, he was twisted into 'abuse'. In order not to be deprived of custody, the poor woman voluntarily gave up 30% Deserved property ... Oh, this guy is a crocodile! Cold-blooded, self-interested, scheming, and have a good appetite. "

"But the New York Bar Association has not revoked his license, suggesting that he may not be so decent, but he has not violated the law." The assistant assistant on the side interjected.

Rob ignored him and asked Leo earnestly: "On the edge of the cliff, in the gray area, to walk a tightrope between the gap between law and morality for personal purposes ... who does this remind you of?"

The dark-haired and blue-eyed detective frowned.

"I now know why Sha Qing should designate him—except for his career, he is like a weakened version of him." Rob Gao concluded.

Leo stared at the information in his hand and Shen said, "I think he is more like his gun, or Triangle / Stab. Qing always carries a weapon with him. Even if he is stripped and thrown into prison, he can use his side. Find all the resources you need for yourself. "

"Canning won't see himself being shot, but he's still willing, which shows that they have reached some kind of agreement, some ... dangerous, agreement." Rob blinked thoughtfully. Green eyes, "Rio, do you think we ... publish the news now, let the people know that we have caught him, the serial killer killer, the case is being further investigated? To be honest, we can not hide a few God, the media is pervasive these days. "

"I know," Leo said. "But we still need to collect more testimony and summon witnesses. If the news is released too early, it will be affected by public opinion and certain groups in society. You know that those who died in the serial The relatives of the victim under the killer's knife were grateful to him, and even spontaneously formed a fan group on the Internet. What is called the "Dark Angel Trial Group?"

"Oh, this name sucks." Rob sighed, "Why don't they call it 'Avengers'?"

Leo helplessly knocked Rob's head with a sheet of paper, "Detective, pay attention to professional ethics!"

"Okay, take it back."

"We need a little time. To be precise, Prosecutor Martini needs a little time to make her behave better and more impressive in court."

"For her chance of advancement, I understand."

"Keep, blockade," said the senior agent to his partner. "Then investigate the lawyer and see what he knows, but don't be caught by him."

The latter cleared his palm, "Based on the attorney / client confidentiality agreement, the lawyer cannot disclose the client's information, even if it is a criminal act. So in order to defend his success, Shaoqing may have told him more than we know. … Leave this to me, to make sure that it is not exposed, rest assured, federal agents are the best at this. ”Rob half joked.

He pulled up his collar with high morale, walked to the door of the room, and turned his head and asked, "How about you, Leo, what is your schedule today?"

Leo thought about it, "Go talk to the prosecutor so she doesn't have to worry too much about choosing the court outfit?"

Rob shook his head with a smile for his pun, "What else?"

Leo thought.

"I'll give you a suggestion ... maybe you should go to MCC and meet him."

Leo glanced at him and frowned deeply. "That was useless, he wouldn't say anything."

"I'm not for the case, but for you. In any case, you must make a break between the defendants and the witnesses before the public court. Calm, rational, unhindered. This way to everyone it is good."

Leo was silent.

Rob said with a meaningful expression, "I don't want you to get drunk every night to fall asleep, so you have to stop drinking and addiction to alcohol."

Leo's face was tense, and he answered coldly, "I don't want to face him in front of a bunch of prison guards and suspects."

"Then don't talk to him, talk well."

"Impossible! I want to draw a gun as soon as I think of his face."

Rob sighed silently, "If you hate him so much, you should look at it, it will be very deflated. You know a beautiful woman who has been seriously injured, has difficulty moving, and has severely diminished her ability to protect herself. ) Lad, what will happen to you once you get into prison? Don't say that he can fight with one hundred, life is not a kung fu movie. "

"He deserves it. People always pay for what they do." Leo said coldly.

"Yes, the price can be imprisonment / incarceration, injection station, but it should not be insulted physically and mentally." Rob said, staring at the face of the dark-haired agent, trying to look for some micro expressions, but still Failed, shrugged with regret: "Whatever you want. I wish you a good night's sleep." After that, he walked out of the office.

Leo stared blankly at the door that closed automatically, as if stepping into a difficult quagmire. He wanted to get rid of it ashore, but the soft, sticky loach wrapped his feet tightly, creating a warm, firm, tempting suction ... He struggled to pull out one leg, only to cause the other leg to sink Deeper ...

He shook his head and rubbed his face fiercely with the palm of his hand until he felt tingling in his skin, and then broke away from the dangerous illusion.

Sorry, I will not accept your suggestion. Leo told Rob, who had left, that from the moment he tore off the false mask with his own hands, my love died with Li Biqing, and what remained was just a pair of enemies who died.

Federal Metropolitan Detention Center (MCC).

The visitor puts his hand into the reader. The invisible seal on the back of the hand shows fluorescence under ultraviolet light, showing his alert level and entry time. "Verified." The electronic synthesis sounded, and the heavy iron door slowly opened.

"Administrative procedures." Warden Jensen delivered a "please understand" sorry look to the visitors. "There are two more doors behind."

"To be sure." The visitor nodded in understanding. "Caution is a good thing, especially here." Then, he took off the other badge on his chest and put it in the inner pocket of his suit: "Don't you mind?"

"Of course not," Jensen replied with a smile. "Caution is a good thing, isn't it, Senior Lawrence Agent."

"Rio, you can call me that." The dark-haired and blue-eyed man stared at the pale and long martyr in front of him, as if his eyes could penetrate through the barriers to the deepest point.

"Please wait for a while in the meeting room, and I will call someone to summon," said the prison director.

It seemed that in a second, Leo suddenly changed his mind, blurted out: "No need to make any arrangements, can you show me a cell?"

"It's necessary to apply in advance and pass. But," the warden glanced at him, and slowly opened his fat lips. "The procedure is dead, and the human is alive."

"That's good, Jensen." Leo patted his fleshy shoulder. "Which one?"

"That number kid? Oh yes, let me see," Jensen flipped through the folders. "When I first arrived at 7R, the next day I moved to 9S, Area A, No. 13."

Leo paused. "Change the cell the next day? Why? What happened ... what a bad thing?"

"There is nothing unusual in the daily report. But if you mean ... 'that kind of thing.'" Jensen pressed the corners of his mouth exaggeratedly, making the expression "I'm sorry but I can't understand you any longer." "We will do our best to avoid it, but after all, there are dozens or hundreds of men in a room. You know, there is no **** life, hormones are strong, there are always some **** who are unclean and try to take advantage-especially For newcomers. "

"So he changed his room to make up for the dead sheep?" Leo looked at him blankly.

Jensen avoided his eyes involuntarily, annoyed and puzzled by the sudden cold tone of the federal agent. No one wants to be accused of negligence on his own site, even if he is a senior FBI agent.

Sorry, but when you caught him and threw it to us, you didn't specify a single room? He wanted to ask such a question, but he held back rationally.

Fortunately, the agent's eyes quickly moved away from his face, and he continued to move forward. It seemed that he did not intend to delve into the topic just now.

They took the elevator and quickly reached the 9th floor to Cell No. 13 in Area A, but the iron door was open and the inside was empty.

Jensen waved to the nearby patrol officer and asked the latter with a stern face: "What about the people inside?"

The prison guard glanced at the prisoners walking around the hall and hesitated, "It's the time of the event, probably ... in which event area?"

"I don't need 'probably'. Contact the monitoring room and tell me in a minute where the new Chinese kid is," said the prison director.

The prison guard immediately called the intercom and answered them after a while: "In the central area lounge on the 8th floor."

Jensen turned his head to signal Leo, and the two took the elevator down to the 8th floor again, passed through the prisoners who were bending, calling, chatting and singing under the supervision of the prison guard, and entered a relatively quiet lounge.

The scene in front of him was unexpected-at least completely an accident of the black agent.

On the side of a lounge table near a square table, there are four men of different appearances: an old man with gray hair and a crocodile nose, wearing an old style military uniform; his bald head and left eye have changed due to scar Shaped Asian strong man; Svenwen, pale and thin young glasses, and wearing prison uniforms, bandages have not been completely removed ...

Heck, if he's not mistaken, the small squares on the table neatly lined up are ... Chinese Mahjong?

"Two barrels." The old man in military uniform threw a card and slowly spit out a cigar ring.

"Huh! Hang the two!" The bald man sitting at his opposite house laughed and went to draw cards.

"Slow," Sha Qing stretched out a finger and held the two cylinders, "Shang Hu stopped Hu."

"Fuck! Newcomers understand the rules? Guiye's card dare to stop?" A bald "slammed" slap on the table, swearing in Mandarin with Fuqing cavity mixed.

"There are no brothers on the card field. Breaking the rules and being cautious." Throwing a sentence in a hurry.

The bald head was pale, and the blood vessels in the back of the brain were protruding. The young man with the unusually thin glasses touched the back of his hand, and his voice was quivering and half-dead: "Ghost Lord, there is no rule and no roundness."

Light's head was licked by the Serpent's Snake, and his hand was retracted, giving the other side a glare of fear.

On the sofa facing away from the gate, there were two prison guards holding drink cups. One of them took a cup and held it in the hands of a colleague, and smiled smugly: "Look, I won, and told you to take the West. "

Another shrugged angrily, ironically: "Be careful that the newcomers don't confess their accounts. Don't forget the previous Lucas, the guy not only did not pay the fees, but also wanted to go to the warden to sue you for a bribe."

"So I gave him a good lesson. The topic is" Hey boy, you have to recognize the prison's survival rules or wait to be beaten. "His colleague nibbled his baton around his waist.

Outside the lounge door, Leo turned to look at the prisoner's old red face, looking indifferent: "Could you tell me about the other three people at the gaming table and their relationship with your men? "

Jason gasped in anger, his fat body almost trembling, and purr-like purring sounds from his throat, but he was not so angry that he lost all his senses, gnashing his teeth one by one and acknowledging: "The old man , Liu, director of the Kunsha drug trafficking group in the Golden Triangle; bald, Chen, New York Chinese gang ghosts help bosses; wearing glasses, Gan, Hong Kong big circle to help professional killers-can play cards with them at the table, it seems we are the newcomers Isn't it young? "He glanced angrily and turned blue, and said to Leo in a bad tone:" Okay, Agent, I'll give you your secret kid back for an hour, is it enough? "

The muscles in the corners of Leo's mouth twitched slightly, and he replied stiffly, "No need!" Then he turned away.

The two prison guards who bet on the bet turned their heads inadvertently, and when they saw the huge body standing outside the door, their faces turned white. Their boss yelled angrily: "You two come to my office right away! Others, leave and go back to their respective rooms!"

Leo strode out of the aisle, his fists clenching angrily. I knew this trip was a huge, stupid mistake! He snarled at himself from the bottom of my heart, and I must have been crazy at that time, and I thought that criminals like experts like killing youth would suffer in prison. That guy was like a fish, and nourished like a leopard running towards the jungle. Compared to his own determination after struggling with all kinds of contradictions, he was simply insulting himself.

I will never care about that bastard! Leo swears secretly, and decides to go back, and then finds Rob to cut him.

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