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Not long after, a dozen core killers came to Sloan's office. Seeing this, Sloan stood up slowly:

"Gentlemen and ladies, I have some very bad news to inform you. The butcher is missing."

As soon as these words came out, the originally normal office suddenly became very depressed. They all immediately thought of one person: the traitor Cross.

However, I heard Sloan say: "It's not a cross, there is another reason this time."

With that said, Sloan handed out a copy of the document: "The person above is the target of the butcher's mission, but so far, the butcher has been missing for a day."

"Chief, I have a question." The gunsmith frowned slightly: "The time above is wrong. It was a month ago. Why did it start to decide this fate recently?"

"That's why I came to you." Sloan wiped his glasses with the corner of his clothes: "Do you still remember that a month ago, four of our students went out to rob a bank privately?"

Hearing this, everyone present was slightly stunned. Of course they knew about this matter, which seriously violated the purpose of the Brotherhood. They, the core killers, had thoroughly investigated the matter, but the facts proved that it was the private behavior of the four people and not the same as others.

relationship, so this matter was eventually understood.

But the question is, is there any relationship between the two? The killers don't know why.

"This person is the one who killed those four students, but the problem is that this person's name happened to appear on the loom's list at the same time."

"Chief, is this something wrong?" Huohu looked confused and puzzled: "I have investigated this person. He is a student. Although he has FBI credentials, he is just a non-staff person. This kind of person will not appear in the organization.

Is it on the cloth maker’s list?”

Sloan's old face was full of helplessness:

"Yes, it was such a coincidence, so in order not to attract the attention of the cross, I made the decision without permission and hid it from you, and at the same time, I delayed the execution a month later. But I didn't expect that the butcher would..."

"This is my fault, and I admit my mistake to you."

Sloan spoke sincerely and even stood up and bowed slightly to those present.

"leader!"

The killers were shocked by Sloan's actions. They did not expect that the usually arrogant leader would admit his mistake so sincerely.

"It's not like this!"

"Chief, we don't mean to blame you."

"The threat of the cross is imminent now, and we cannot be too distracted by this matter!"

The killers were in an uproar and admonished Sloan one after another, but at this time, no one cared about why Cao Gui, a high school student and little FBI, was on the loom's list.

Sloan's frank disclosure and apology not only resolved the crisis of trust, but also enhanced his power.

"So everyone, what do you think of this little FBI?" Sloan asked slowly, giving all the initiative to the killers.

"Of course a thorough investigation!" the gunsmith said solemnly: "Whether the butcher is dead or alive, we must find out."

"Agreed." The repairman said: "We have to find out whether this person has anything to do with the cross. If so, that would be better."

Others also nodded, agreeing with what these two people said.

Sloan nodded slightly: "In that case, leave this matter to the repairman, Baige, Firefox, and the gunsmith to continue following up on Wesley."

"The rest of the people performed their duties and guarded against sneak attacks on the cross."

"Yes, leader!"

"Go and do it."

…

in the apartment

Cao Gui sat in front of the computer, browsing several pieces of information, including the shooting on the top floor of the building, the supermarket shootout, and Wesley's personal information.

These things are easy to find in the FBI's information database.

It seems that the plot has already begun, Wesley has joined the brotherhood, but I don’t know if this loser has become a disciple.

Cao Gui frowned. Wesley had completed two missions after he left the army, one was to kill on the light rail, and the other was to kill through the super impressive vehicle sunroof.

Thinking of this, Cao Gui entered the words "Rolls-Royce, Regal, Sunroof, Shooting" into the computer, but did not find any information.

Cao Gui typed "night, high-rise building, 9mm bullet, shooting" on the computer again, but just like before, there was still nothing.

This shows that Wesley has not completed training yet. Cao Gui's eyes lit up. If the situation of the Brotherhood is in the best interest of Cao Gui, then the current situation is the most suitable.

The threat of the cross is like the sword of Damocles, hanging high above the heads of the brotherhood, making the brothers dare not act rashly. They can only resort to small-scale battles of one or two people against the small FBI.

Then you can continue to bleed the Brotherhood until all the heads in this copy are wiped out.

But the problem is that although Wesley is a loser, he is also a genius. His attack cannot be stopped. Once he starts, the existing situation will be broken. Either he will die on the cross or Wesley will die, but no matter

That situation was not a good thing for Cao Gui.

You have to think of a solution that has the best of both worlds!

Cao Gui touched his chin and his eyes flickered.

…

In Upper Manhattan, Fatty's barbecue restaurant, the repairman and a woman with brown hair pried open the door of the barbecue restaurant and went all the way to the cold storage.

According to the plan record left by the butcher, they found this place immediately.

After entering the cold storage, the two of them split up and searched carefully, exploring the situation bit by bit.

Not long after, the two of them exchanged information. Bai Ge held four 7.62 pistol bullets in his hand: "I found this, the bullets for the butcher's gun."

"According to the ballistic analysis, it was three direct shots and one gun-fighting shot. It can be determined that it was shot by a butcher, but there is no human tissue or blood on it."

"And this." Bai Ge took out a chipped bone-chopping knife: "This is a weapon that the butcher is good at, but like bullets, there is no human tissue, which means that the butcher was fighting with someone, but the other person was not injured.

.”

The repairman frowned: "There is the smell of disinfectant and detergent on the ground. It has been cleaned here. Except for the owner of this store, there are no other people's footprints here."

"But I found this." The repairman pulled out a pig carcass, which was stained with a lot of blood.

"If the blood belongs to the butcher, it means that the butcher is really dead."

After that, both of them were a little silent. Based on this information, it can be basically concluded that the butcher was defeated and died.

But how is this possible? The butcher is good at close combat, and this kind of slaughtering cold storage is his home field. The butcher prepared here a week in advance.

No matter how you look at it, there is no possibility of defeat for the Butcher.

"Let's collect the blood stains here for comparison first." Bai Ge said, "If it's confirmed to be from the butcher, we'll go find the FBI."

"Where is the boss here?" the repairman asked. His idea was to ask the owner first.

Bai Ge thought for a while and said: "This person was not mentioned in the butcher's plan. I don't recommend making this person the primary target."

The repairman frowned. If it were him, then the owner of this store would be finished. But now that there are two people, he can't break the rules of the brotherhood so blatantly.

"In that case, let's go."

…

Early the next morning, Fatty Jeff came to the cold storage as usual to prepare for the day's business. However, at this time, Fatty Jeff saw the bullet holes in the wall, and his expression suddenly changed.

Jingle bell bell~

Cao Gui answered the phone, and the fat man's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone:

"Cao, something happened. The bullets in the bullet holes in the cold storage are missing! Someone has been to my place!"

When Cao Gui heard this, he couldn't help but twitching the corner of his mouth, "Good guy, someone has hit the door again."