Chicago 1990

Everything is over, and it seems like there is no end.

The abandoned storage yard has been surrounded by security belts. The forensic doctors, detectives, the chief, sheriff, and Childs have all surveyed the scene and are gathering together to exchange views. Two stretchers covered with white cloth were sent to the ambulance. In the car, the FBI agent who had injured his leg accompanied the captain's body into the same car. Two black agents were outside to help close the door.

"Don't be too guilty, Vic, it's not your fault." The captain of the SWAT team put his helmet in one hand, and put another hand on Vic's shoulder. He rarely comforted this colleague who has always been in a relationship.

"What am I guilty of?"

Of course Vic didn’t feel guilty. He was distracted. While trying to figure out the eyes of the Director’s group of people looking at him from time to time, he was always paying attention to the actions of the three FBI agents, and his ears were still listening to Xiao who was taking notes not far away. Yeah speak.

It may be that the appearance of being in a daze gave the SWAT captain an illusion, "Don’t support Vic, I know your temper. You must be thinking at this time, if you enter there a minute earlier, you can save an FBI. Life..." he said.

"The FBI people are my shit," Vic replied.

"I went there with Vic, and...what? What did you just ask? Oh, how far is I behind Vic? Uh, five meters or seven meters...Sorry, my mind is a little confused now. I really can't remember..."

Xiao En confessed hesitatingly, it was obvious that the two had colluded with the "lines", this guy! Vic lowered his head and twisted his eyebrows.

"It's okay, I understand." The female police officer who made the transcript was not suspicious. She kindly brought a blanket and draped it on Sean's shoulder, and asked her partner to get a cup of steaming coffee. "Would you like to take a break?"

"Ok."

Sean sat awkwardly at the tail of the police pickup truck, pecked at the hot coffee, took the opportunity to peek at Vic with a guilty look.

This idiot! At this time, the chain can't be dropped, Vic did not respond, because he saw the two black FBI agents send the ambulance away, and walked towards Sean solemnly.

"Can you continue?" the female police officer asked.

"Okay, you can." Sean nodded.

"You followed Vic and entered there, what did you see for the first time?"

"Uh, I saw an agent in a suit lying close, Sinaloa leaning against the front corner."

"They have no vital signs, right?"

"No, oh, no, after I checked with Vic, I didn't have it, and found out that it didn't. We definitely can't be sure right away..."

"I understand, you are responsible for checking..."

"Sinaloa."

"According to standard procedures?"

"Yes, carotid artery, then chest wound..."

"But you didn't deal with the weapon in his hand first?"

"Uh, I didn't notice. The light inside was not good at the time, and it was still dark... Sorry."

"When did you discover Sinaloa's second gun?"

"what?"

"The second gun, the second gun the suspect left on the scene."

"Yes, I found out later, after we called for support."

"OK."

At this time an FBI agent spoke, "Did you not isolate people by taking a confession?" He spoke to Viknun.

"Uh." The female police officer looked up and saw Vic. "Stay away from us, Vic." She said jokingly.

"Yes, police officer. Hey..."

Vic smiled and pulled on his trouser belt. When he was about to turn and leave with the SWAT captain, he saw that the two FBIs had approached Sean and seemed to ask questions, "Hey! I said..." He didn't suppress it. Tensed in my heart, I chose to provocation to the opponent, "Who messed up now?"

The two FBI agents turned their heads to look at him instantly, with surprise, embarrassment, and anger in their eyes. Everyone present was stunned, and the air seemed to be frozen for a few seconds.

"I'm sure, you're still that **** Vic." The SWAT captain murmured in his ear.

"YouM-fxxk!"

The agent who teased him before was so angry that he threw his fist and was separated by the tall SWAT captain, "Hey! Calm down! No one wants to see this happen, OK!?"

"What are you doing!" The Chief, Sheriff and Childs passively attracted.

"Take care of you!" The FBI agent hurried to the director.

"Take care of yourselves!" It was really arguing, and Vic was struggling. "If you want me to say, it is because of you that the gangsters exchanged fire in the street early!"

"Fxxkyou! We didn't affect the whole thing at all, okay? Those two groups of people suddenly stopped on the road and exchanged fire! Who would have expected it!?"

"Really? But your car was parked not far in front of the firefighting site, and you didn't even inform us that you were coming!" Vic had planned a few painful feet of each other, "Look at you robbing in the woods. To Xianji’s pride, you don’t have the most basic professional ethics at all!"

"Our captain killed the dangerous man at the cost of his life! You should at least have a little respect for him!"

FBI agent said loudly.

"No one needs him to fight the street bad guys!"

Vic sneered, "Guess what? I think it's because he drank some before he came, so he was so impulsively'indomitable'! Because I smelled alcohol on his body when I checked his body, and you, you ...I didn't drink less, right?" He pointed to the two agents, "I noticed it in the woods last night, yes, yes, I just recorded it all in the statement."

"we……"

The other party's momentum suddenly withered, "We...that's because we went to APLUS's house last night to do an investigation." He explained to the director and others who looked over, "Uh, there happened to be a party over there... we I was definitely not drunk!"

This explanation was too pale. Childs lowered his head to reach his neckline and sniffed it, then rolled his eyes, "Everyone is shocked and sad about this, so please stop accusing each other?" He patted the two of them. Detective's arm, "Go and rest first, your chief will be here tonight."

"Okay." The two agents obediently went to the special car assigned to them.

"You guys should take a break earlier, and you're ready to finish work, Vic, you should take a break too. The bureau will give you and Sean a paid leave first. Do you need psychological counseling before returning to work?"

The director seemed to be in a much better mood, and he blinked at Vic secretly, "The scene will be handed over to the shift colleagues. By the way, let someone give the two guys an alcohol test."

The sheriff also gave Vic a thumbs up before leaving.

"No need..." Freely nodded his forehead to the Chief and Sheriff as a salute, and then met Sean's grateful ecstatic smile. This guy's mood finally stabilized, and Vic stared at him fiercely. At a glance.

"Let's go too." The special police captain asked, "Did they really drink?"

"Of course, I guess I drank a lot..." Vic replied, "You go first, I'll wait for Sean." Then asked: "By the way, just Gonzalez said that there is another chief who will come. ?"

"What else can it be, Director Fries of the FBI." The SWAT captain replied.

Vic slowed down.

The SWAT captain also stopped waiting for him, "What's the matter?"

"It's okay, hehehe..." Vic pretended to be indifferent and smiled. "It seems that they take it seriously."

"Nonsense, hang up an FBI detective."

"So... Vic killed an FBI detective, and you left the parts of the sniper rifle at the crime scene?" In Highland Park~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Song Ya also has a headache. He and he returned safely. Old Mike shrank in the stairwell of the new garage and whispered.

"Yes, Kenneth and I have witnessed it in the dark." Old Mike replied.

"Fxxk..."

Song Ya's eyes were dull.

"Will Kenneth be a hidden danger?" Old Mike asked.

"Yes, and won't..."

Song Ya explained to him: "I don't know why the Kenneth boss appeared suddenly, but he immediately contacted Peter Flock after he appeared, expressing his willingness to participate in the Chicago gang talk conference arranged by Peter to help maintain the **** short tail. Cat’s order. So he went there to kill Sinaloa, otherwise he would not win back the gang, nor would he get Peter’s trust and approval. He always abides by the rules, we shouldn’t worry about him being against us for the time being, But not necessarily in the future."

"I said he didn't react after seeing that scene, and he didn't act on me." Old Mike said, "I tried to find a chance to get them back secretly for the sniper rifle."

"Don't, didn't you say that there is no evidence to contact you with those parts? It is too risky to return to the crime scene after a dead FBI detective." Song Ya stopped him.

"Is Vic a hidden danger?" Old Mike asked again.

"I didn't expect him to be so cruel." Song Ya scratched his head, "We must never let him find out that we knew he shot the FBI."

Vic sighed, "We underestimated him before. The black policeman's mind and cruelty are superb."

"Yeah, he needs money. I heard that Cassiti’s sister was also diagnosed with autism not long ago. Two autism families in the family must be treated by professional private hospitals. Cassiti herself is on the University……"

Song Ya muttered to herself, "If it weren't for Sinaloa's madness, I wouldn't have come to this point. I hope this matter will pass quickly."