Chapter Seven The Employer Comes to Close the Distress
In the distance, a man named Rahel was observing Greentown Pharmaceuticals with a telescope. In fact, he saw the performance of the three of them just now. "It's perfect!" When he saw that the three of them were sitting on No. 2 smoothly,
When the Hummer fled the scene, he finally couldn't help but take off the telescope and sighed, saying to the assistant on the side, "It doesn't matter what little time is left, detonate it!" The assistant on the side nodded and took it out and put it in his arms.
On his black cell phone, he pressed the nine five-key button with some caution. There was a roar, and every floor from the first floor of the building exploded one by one. The car of the three of them was swept far away by a powerful wave of air.
Fortunately, their Hummer body is very strong enough to withstand that level of wind and air pressure.
"Tell the customer that the stronghold has been pulled out and they can come and clear it!"
Rahel ignored the voice of his assistant on the phone behind him and gradually pulled the high-magnification telescope in his hand closer. He looked at the Hummer driving in the distance and asked, "Are these three people the only ones?" he murmured as the Hummer drove farther and farther away...
"What a ruin!" A young man wearing a leather jacket sighed as he looked at the scene in front of him. There were three big English letters on the leather jacket behind him, FBI. There were people everywhere around him. For them, there was something special today.
The big thing is that the Greentown Pharmaceutical Building that they usually pass by their home actually collapsed in the early hours of this morning. It is said that it is related to the terrorist attack. "Give way! Don't stand here!" A few steps outside the blockade
The police began to disperse the crowd to make way for a road. Several black commercial vehicles lined up in a long queue and stopped in front of the ruins one by one. A few sturdy men in black clothes and sunglasses got out of the vehicles, with turbans hanging on their faces.
The expression gives everyone a feeling that "I'm not easy to mess with!"
A listless middle-aged man got out of the first car. He lazily took out an ID tag from his pocket that read, John Smithson, FBI.
The senior prosecutor casually tucked him into the outermost pocket of his suit. He glanced casually for a while with his two small eyes and asked the young man in the leather jacket, "Where else is intact? Can we collect evidence?"
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The young man wearing an FBI leather jacket saw the ID badge on his chest, and immediately raised his chest and saluted, "Sir! The second floor below is relatively strong, so it's not damaged and you can still go in! Please follow me." There is no need.
With these words, the man stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation. John Smithson returned the salute with some trouble, and led the group of people behind him to cross the surrounding rocks and walk in the direction he invited.
We walked up the messy stairs to the so-called negative floor.
"What a mess! You can't find anything at all!" John Smithson yawned, blinked and complained.
"Yes! Sir, this place seems to be a laboratory. Maybe because of this, it is relatively strong and has not been destroyed by bombs. But unfortunately, there is no way to find any experimental materials about this laboratory, so we cannot judge this experiment.
What kind of experimental plan is the room used for?" The young man saluted again and handed him the record file in his hand.
After taking the document, John Smithson glanced at it casually and saw the dense black records on it. He couldn't help but curled his lips and lost interest. He handed it to an entourage behind him and asked him to hold it.
"Sir!" A brown-skinned Asian man wearing a black knitted hat walked over. What was different from those around him was that he was wearing casual clothes, not just a suit and an FBI-specific leather jacket like the people around him.
"Are you Akai Shuichi?" John Smithson frowned, and his sleepy eyes suddenly became lively, "What are you doing here?"
"Investigation! Sir!" Akai Shuichi quickly saluted and replied, his brown-skinned face looking a little unnatural. Although the person in front of him can be said to be on the same level as his superior, he is completely different from his superior.
He basically doesn't do anything in the bureau, he just looks like a person who messes around and doesn't work seriously, except for the occasional light that shines through his eyes.
"What can be investigated here? Didn't you already go to the mission? Why are you here?" John Smithson frowned and looked at Akai Shuichi in front of him. Although Akai Shuichi was a subordinate of his colleague, he was not a subordinate.
A smart person who only knows how to find out the truth, but he is indeed very capable. Unfortunately, he is not very observant. I don’t know if he can know some things in his line of work, or if he can do it! But this is exactly what he does.
What he appreciates about him
"Forgive me, sir, I followed my mission target here, but it seems that due to the chaos early this morning, the target has left. I am now trying to find some clues from here to help me continue to hunt the target!" Akai Shuichi
His face suddenly stiffened, and he replied resolutely
John Smithson's frown deepened, and his face gradually turned dark. Just as he was about to reprimand him loudly, a voice from around him interrupted him.
"This is the perfect starting point! The murderer jumped from Elevator No. 3 to Elevator No. 5, and used a sharp weapon to cut the cable of the elevator. At the same time, he fell down together with Elevator No. 5 whose safety system was destroyed, and then used a hook to
Hook the No. 2 elevator that is slowly descending with a tool like this, and use a sharp weapon to enter the No. 2 elevator and kill everyone inside!"
John Smithson turned around unhappily and saw an Asian man in a suit standing where the elevator once was, wandering back and forth around elevators No. 1 to 5, "Why are you here, Yuu Kudo?"
The man known as Kudo Yusaku turned his head, and saw him nodding slightly, taking off the hat on his head, and the two mustaches on his face gave him a wise temperament, "It's been a long time since we last seen each other.
!Investigator John Smithson!”
Although Kudo Yusaku is an outsider, he has given a lot of help to the FBI, so sometimes the FBI will ask him to help solve some clueless cases, so he can't talk to him in a superior-to-subordinate tone. He can't help but
He braced himself with an unnatural smile on his face and said, "I haven't seen you for a long time! I didn't expect you to be here. I don't know if I have any clues!" In fact, he was secretly cursing the FBI's incompetence in his heart.
Why do so many agents not have the brains of this one?
"No, actually there are no big clues at all. I just have a general understanding of how the murderer came in and committed these crimes. It's perfect and very successful!" Kudo Yusaku smiled and ignored John Smithson's words.
He said with a sense of purpose that all the items and scars in front of him could prove that the murderer was a first-class killer, not multiple first-class killers. They must have detailed plans, but what he was more curious about was how they communicated with each other.
Cooperate. You must know that he and several agents just dug out a signal jammer from under a rock. You must know that any wireless signal will be canceled in front of the jammer, so that when they first arrived, they could not even
Use a walkie-talkie to communicate
"Oh! I'm really sorry, but I don't think there is any need to continue investigating this case, since you don't even have any clues!" John Smithson smiled forcefully, remembering his mission, and looked behind him
a follower
"If I remember correctly, Mr. Kudo should hurry to the hotel to accompany your wife!"
The attendant came out and stretched out his hand in a gesture of invitation. Kudo Yusaku glanced at him and put his hat on his head with some regret. He is a smart person who knows when to do something and when.
What he should not do, this also allowed him to be so close to national organizations such as the FBI, but he was not embarrassed, "Then farewell!"
Watching Kudo Yusaku leave, John Smithson breathed a sigh of relief. He finally sent away the troublesome guy. He looked back at Akai Shuichi and couldn't help but mouth. There was another more troublesome guy.
"Sir, I have been preparing for this case for a long time. I beg you to tell me the truth. Why was this black organization stronghold pulled out? Who did it? One of our people?" Akai Shuichi left after Kudo Yusaku
The questions I had been holding back for a long time finally burst out.
"Akai Shuichi, come here!" John Smithson straightened his back and stretched out a finger to hook him. Akai Shuichi walked forward with some doubts on his face. The former grabbed his collar and pulled him to him.
In front of his eyes, John Smithson looked at the young man in front of him. He had the same case-handling abilities and methods as when he was young. Unfortunately, he was still much immature when he was younger. No matter in every aspect, compared to his name
The member of the secret department (an allusion to members of the American Assassination Department, which specializes in silencing former agents and traitorous agents) is so far behind that I really want to transfer him to his own department for a good training. I shook my head and stared closely.
Looking into Akai Shuichi's determined eyes, "This incident is actually just an ordinary terrorist attack case and has nothing to do with your case. The only connection is probably that those well-trained terrorists in the Middle East are because of the map.
Mistake, pity, they attacked the wrong stronghold of the gang. Finally, when they discovered the mistake, they mistakenly pressed the wrong switch, detonating the explosives they carried with them, and the entire building was blown up? This
Can you explain?"
Looking at John Smithson's cold eyes, Shuichi Akai felt a chill all over his body and said with difficulty, "Yes, long..."
But before he finished speaking, a clear and elegant voice interrupted him, "So these terrorists brought at least 80 kilograms of explosives, and they were almost the same as our regular military base weapons in the United States, the M72A 66mm.
Rocket launcher, to attack this very "ordinary building?" Right, sir?"
"It's very possible! Judy!" John Smithson rolled his eyes. That's it, the two stubborn people finally got together.
"Sir, don't tease me. I think Xiuyi and I are deep enough in this case to know all the truth. I feel that this matter is definitely not simple. I hope you can tell me the truth!" A woman with blond hair listened.
After hearing his words, he said with some excitement
John Smithson looked at the two of them and said in a somewhat heavy tone, using a strange language, "The so-called truth is poison as sweet as honey. When you swallow it with joy, death has already left."
In front of you!"
"French?" Akai Shuichi and Judy were startled at the same time. Although they both basically understood John Smithson's words and his meaning, they were still a little confused.
John Smithson ignored them and turned around. He took out a pair of sunglasses from his pocket and put them on. He whistled loudly and shouted, "Children, there is nothing to investigate here. Clean this place up. When you are done, go back and drink coffee."
!" Walking forward, the entourage behind him held the record book given by the young man in the FBI leather jacket just now. When he didn't see it, he smiled friendly at Akai Shuichi and Judy, and the latter also quietly
Nodding, the entourage looked at John Smithson in front of him, put the record book in his hand on the waste rock aside, and left.
John Smithson walked in front, his eyes hidden in sunglasses watching the movements behind him, sighing unknownly, if they really found out something, then he could only wish them good luck...
ps: Remember what I said before? ICA is an organization similar to a mercenary. Its main business is to help the government and some relevant departments handle some sensitive matters, so the governments of various countries have a tacit attitude towards it.
Therefore, this organization is shady, and only certain people are qualified to know about it, so they are basically the heads of the security bureau, the president of the country, etc., so for some low-level members who are stalking the shadows, this organization is not
If it exists, it is just a legend! And once Akai Shuichi and Judy really find out something, they will be cleaned first