Sha Qing

Ep62 Blue Wanted

Leo came out of a post office in Orange County. Although he was mentally prepared for the result, he still couldn't hide his disappointment. After all, after 20 years, the relevant post office management, postman, street mailbox, surveillance video and other related evidence have not been checked, and the manufacturers and sellers of stationery have long been right and wrong. The only thing he can do is to put this The letter was shot and passed to the headquarters, hoping that colleagues in the Behavior Analysis Section could give some suspect profiles from the handwriting.

The Thanksgiving decorations arranged on the street did not bring a touch of warmth to the hazy weather of the day. Scattered leaves were tucked up by the wind, and the coat of a long trench was flapping like a dying butterfly. Suddenly Leo had a sense of crisis being spied on secretly, like a sharp steel needle against his back. He was vigilant professionally, and looked around: it wasn't the group of high school girls sneaking around the corner, nor was the housewife parked on the street while peeking at his housewife ...

His gaze scanned quickly through the crowd, like a precision-operated instrument, and he suddenly turned his head to look at a tall building to the side. At the moment he turned back, the sense of acupuncture-like crisis suddenly disappeared, and the previous abnormality seemed to be an illusion created by too much mental stress.

But Leo knew it wasn't an illusion--it was a moment when he became the prey of some gaze. This feeling is no stranger to his eight-year career. After all, he has sent so many terrorists and perverted murderers to prison. If the mob's eyes of hatred and thoughts of revenge form substance, he will already be in trouble. hole.

The cell phone rang at this moment, while pressing the call button, he hurried to his car.

"Hi, Leo, are you still in Orange? I have bad news here, and unexpected news, which one do you want me to say first?" His partner said on the other side of the North American continent.

"Speak in logical order."

"Ah, I knew you would answer that. There are no fingerprints on envelopes and stationery. Obviously the other party is very cautious. Only the handwriting. The behavior analysis department only gives vague profiles, which will not help us narrow down the number of investigations. range."

"How vague?"

"Age 18-50 years old, right-handed, confident and cunning, determined, and like to intensify conflict-like this."

Leo sighed, "I hope another surprise is surprise."

"I can't guarantee it, but it sounds weird. Last night I was drinking at the bar with an old classmate I hadn't seen in years—"

"You still have time to drink? Do you know that I haven't felt more than 6 hours these days?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to make you jealous, but I just had a good relationship with him ... He was an international policeman stationed in Europe." Rob said guilty, "I drank and talked to him last night, somehow Get involved in the "serial killer killer", you know that even if the sentence is passed, the heat of this case has not subsided. Wei drunk a bit drunk, and told me about a 'Blue Wanted' * a few years ago and said he When dealing with the case, I met an informant who specifically matched the rich, tyrants, and armed regimes, and found some professionals to solve all aspects of their troubles ... "

"The intermediary between the mercenary organization and the client?" Leo outlined briefly.

"That's right. The guy is very oily. The typical" back-to-back ". Wei once had dinner with him. The TV screen was broadcasting the news of" serial killer and killer fell off the net "-that was the premiere. The man looked at the TV. The photo of Sha Qing said silently, "He is not-", and then seemed to realize that he was not talking, so he would not say more. Wei guessed that he knew Sha Qing before, but the suspect had already been brought to justice, so he didn't take it to heart. It's not exactly about this topic, and it's not mentioned at all. "

Interpol, Blue Wanted ... Leo realized what had been missed while investigating the killing status. Maybe he is not a documented U.S. citizen; maybe he has multiple nationalities; maybe none of these nationalities are true: he walks in the crevices between regimes, disdains national laws, and has his own survival The rules and the way of doing things seem to be on another side of the world-he is (or was) a true freelancer, an international mercenary!

Only in this way can he explain his excellent skills, amazing camouflage ability, his usual triangular / stabbing and troop-style fighting style, and his mastery of various professional skills. The only thing that can't be explained is that two years ago, when he took off the code of "killing blue" for himself and started hunting serial killers in a planned way, what happened that suddenly made him leave the profitable mercenary organization. , Embark on another equally bloody, but profitless killing?

Leo was silent for a long time, so that Rob thought that there was something wrong with the signal, and hung up the call after not calling.

Back in the hotel room, Leo dialed a number in the cell phone contact book: "Kelly Blue, it's me, I'm in trouble. I know you have a relationship in ICPO (Interpol), could you check it for me? Two years ago, which international mercenary organizations have experienced a major change ... A major change affects at least core personnel changes. Yes, two years ago, it also included private military companies and contractors ... Thanks, I will return the information to my e-mail address. . "

After thinking about it, he thought it was best to go both ways, and then dialed Rob's cell phone, and instructed him to get the identity information of the informant from the old classmate.

"I'm afraid it's not easy." Rob was a little embarrassed. "Look, we all take care of our informants, just like anglers take care of fishing lures."

"Yes, but we are fishing friends, and sometimes the bait can be borrowed from each other. Tell him that if the bite is the fish he wants, I will let him."

"Well, I try my best."

Rex Island Prison, New York.

Except for the canned turkey and pumpkin puree in the lunch and dinner recipes, there is no festive atmosphere in the "grave." Perhaps the prison guards thought it was a funny thing to let these hopeless extremists learn to be "thankful". Captain Eric said in a roll call: "The only thing you should be grateful for is that the federal government has cancelled the death penalty, The hard-earned money of taxpayers has to be used to feed the poisonous insects in your society. Happy Thanksgiving, scum, now, go back to your rotten nest! "

Just as he turned his head, the wolfstick winked at a few of his men. The people immediately rushed forward and rushed towards their respective selected targets. The homemade knives sliding out of the cuffs quickly drew into each other's abdomen, pulled out, and then stabbed again, and fiercely anomalous. Blood light splash.

As the same bucket of blood poured into the sea, the sharks who were stimulated suddenly became excited. The prisoners started to coax, howling like a wolf, shaking the iron gates to make the sound of metal crashing one after another. More people received the call of the horn of war, as if the herds met on a narrow road, and took out the "weapons" hidden in their bodies regardless of their body, and rushed towards the members of the rival gang and any unsightly guy.

"Good job! Brothers, get rid of him!"

"Cut his throat! Pull his bowel out of his belly!"

"Blood! Blood! Blood!"

Some even chanted: "Wars come and go, my soldiers will live forever!" *

The prison guards present included Captain Eric's face changing suddenly. Thanks to shifts on Thanksgiving, their duty is weaker than usual, and such a large-scale violent fighting is obviously not smoothed by the batons or pepper water around several prison guards. Eric used the communicator on his shoulder to call for support, while instructing other prison guards to quickly return to the duty room and sounded the siren.

All the prisoners seemed to be infected with the **** smell in the air, and they had fallen into a certain state of insanity. The excitement of screams and screams of pain were intertwined into a tide, and they all swept through the siren and martial law broadcast, as if the entire prison All hang in the air over **** and crumble.

In this killing carnival feast, the killer's footsteps moved lightly and obliquely backward, and flashed silently into the 1316 cell.

Timothy was sitting at the edge of the bed reading leisurely, as if he had isolated the **** battlefield a few meters away and formed his own world. The war has spread from the aisle into the cell, but no prisoner dares to set foot in his territory. "Don't you join the battlefield, are you a member of the blood gang?" He said in a ridiculous tone, without looking away from the page.

"The real war isn't there," he said, sharply pointing to his own heart. "Here. Unfortunately, many people will never understand it all their lives."

"It looks like you're good at both," Timothy said, digging his fingers into the cover of the book cover, dialing out a bunch of notes and popping him: "This is the address you want."

Let's take a look: "Sixth District?"

"Raphael Stock is definitely not in this prison. It looks like you can't approach him."

"But he is still on the island, isn't he?"

Timothy sneered: "What idea do you want to transfer to District 6? That would be quite difficult, unless you get yourself schizophrenic-that's the area where mentally ill prisoners are held."

Sha Qing drooped his eyelids for a moment, then smiled: "Nice suggestion, I will consider it. In addition, listening to your tone seems to be quite happy with the troubles I face. Do you forget that we are now allies?"

Timothy stood up and approached him step by step, until the opponent's body was covered by his own shadow cast by the light.

"Look, the little thing is that you are asking for my blessing. If it is not Alesio involved, I can pinch your throat until you are out of breath, and then go to that brand by myself, so that I get more than just It's four-fifths. Maybe you thought you could rule the king among those amateur, low-level serial killers, but here you are nothing! "He sneered happily," Do you understand, serial killer killers? " ? "

Apparently the other party had checked his details and it was likely that he had also contacted Alessio. But killing the youth does not worry about this, because everything he said about Alessio is 99% true; and the other 1%, that is, the part of "close friends", he knows that In the bottom of his heart, Lesio faintly hopes that it will become a reality-he always keeps an eye on other people's personal emotions and makes good use of them. What surprised him was why did Alessio not mention his important ring to his brother? Or is the topic of power really a taboo between the brothers?

Sha Qing's thoughts were mixed, but a soft smile appeared on his face: "Understand, Lord Godfather."

Timothy froze for a moment, and it seemed that he would not be willing to lower his head to teach. But it ’s better. A speculator who knows current affairs is better than a dangerous person who does n’t know current affairs. He looks like a reward and a threat. Go get what I deserve, and don't make my brother sad. Otherwise, you won't need that heart anymore. "

Orange County, Los Angeles, California.

Leo was in a fast food restaurant near the hotel, while waiting for dinner, while waiting for a reply from Rob or Kelly Blue. The beef and cheese burger in this shop tasted pretty good, but he was absent-minded and resolved it as quickly as possible, beckoning the waiter to pay.

The feeling of being spied on again. It's not just peeping. The sharp malice and murder are like an invisible trajectory, which almost penetrates his body. Leo got up sharply. At the same time, the hostess came to his side with a well-designed sweet smile: "18.5 yuan, thank you."

Leo took a 50 denomination out of his pocket and threw it to the opponent. The waitress held banknotes and looked at the back of the handsome dark-haired guy with regret: she hoped that the other party could write the phone number on a paper towel rather than a tip of 31 yuan.

Leo chased out of the store, and the vehicles on the street shuttled. People walked in groups of three or five, and the night shrouded the town where the lanterns first came. The sense of crisis seemed to be swallowed up by the vast crowd.

Who is it? Or are you nervous and overreacting? Leo couldn't help but be a little confused.

In the dark he couldn't see, a muzzle slowly retracted. When the hostess inadvertently blocked the target, its owner knew that the best time had been missed. But he has the time and patience to continue to wait.

The cell phone rang, and Leo avoided a corner and connected to the conversation.

It's Kelly Blue. He got some internal information from ICPO. In fact, international mercenary organizations are all kinds of colors / colors. They are black and white, there are individual organizations, and they are secretly controlled by the national government. Some of them are covered with the skins of security companies in the muddy waters of war-torn areas. But there are only a dozen of them that have scale and strength, because most of them are elites, and the core members are relatively fixed.

According to Leo's request, to screen out those who are controlled by the U.S. government (not a small number). Two years ago, the mercenary organization that had undergone a major change was the "God Armed Forces" because it forced children and juveniles to be trained by Interpol. Severe blows, the death of the fourth leader, Hitt, and the successor of the female leader, Rona Heshan, took cover with the main members and disappeared. But police suspect that the organization is still committing secret crimes in many countries.

"No, not this," Leo said without thinking. "Anyway?"

Kelly Blue hesitated, "Maybe there is one more, I'm not sure, there is too little related information ... 'Arctic Fox', maybe someone has heard of its name, but knows nothing about its specific information. A A rather mysterious organization, founded in 1984, with only 34 members. No matter how old it was, it was fixed at only 34. Most of the time it was employed by private individuals and sometimes performed tasks that violated international law, abductions, assassinations, Beheadings of regime leaders and the like. It is said that— "He emphasized the word," Two years ago, he was severely wounded in an extremely dangerous operation, and some members were killed and separated. "

"Some members, can you be more accurate? Like their names or codes?"

"Oh dear old friend, even if you promised to clear all the relationships I owed before, I can't do that." Kelly said in exaggeration, as if imagining the disappointment on Leo's handsome face Looked like he laughed. "Supposedly—" He emphasized the word again, "There was an Asian member of the 'Arctic Fox', but now, only God knows." After that, he hung up the phone.

Leo held the phone, chewing every word in the message carefully, and his beautifully shaped eyebrows wrinkled habitually. Is this rumored mercenary organization killing Asians? Leo was unsure. If so, why did he become a serial killer after he left the organization? Does this have something to do with his childhood?

The past about killing the youth is still foggy, but Leo feels that he is vaguely seeing the truth from the thick fog—the scales and half claws—he does n’t know what blood will face after he uncovers the heavy disguise covering it. Dripping or festering truth, but he believes that if it is not revealed and cured, it will sink into darkness forever, until it is completely engulfed by the abyss of twisted and out-of-control desires.

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