Not long after, a dozen or so core killers came to Sloan's office. Upon seeing this, Sloan slowly stood up:
"Gentlemen and ladies, I have very bad news to inform you that the butcher is missing."
As soon as these words came out, the originally normal office suddenly became very depressed. They all thought of one person at the first time: the traitor cross.
However, I heard Sloan say, "It's not the cross, this time for another reason."
Saying that, Sloan handed out a copy of the document: "This person above is the target of the butcher's mission, but so far, the butcher has been missing for a day."
"Boss, I have a question." The gunsmith frowned slightly: "The time above is wrong. It was a month ago. Why did you only start to judge this fate recently?"
"That's why I came to you." Sloan wiped his glasses with the corner of his shirt: "Do you remember that a month ago, four of our students went out to rob a bank without permission?"
Hearing this, everyone present was slightly stunned. Of course they knew about this matter, which seriously violated the purpose of the Brotherhood. The core killers of them had also thoroughly investigated this matter, but it turned out that it was the private behavior of those four people, and it was not the case with the others. relationship, so this matter finally understands.
But the question is what is the relationship between the two? The killers don't know why.
"This person is the one who killed the 4 students, but the problem is that this person's name appeared on the loom's list by coincidence at the same time."
"Chief, is there something wrong?" Firefox looked puzzled and puzzled: "I have investigated this person, he is a student, although he has the FBI's credentials, he is only a non-staff person, and this kind of person will not appear in the organization. Is it on the list of cloth machines?"
Sloan's old face was full of helplessness:
"Yeah, it was a coincidence, so in order not to attract the attention of the cross, I took the initiative to hide it from you, and at the same time pressed the execution for a month, but I didn't expect that the butcher would..."
"It's my fault, and I admit it to you."
Sloan's voice was sincere, and he even stood up and bowed slightly to the people present.
"Leader!"
The killers were shocked by Sloan's actions. They didn't expect the usually arrogant leader to admit his mistake so sincerely.
"It's not like this!"
"Boss, we don't mean to blame you."
"The threat of the cross is imminent now, and we can't be too distracted by this!"
There was an uproar among the killers, all admonishing Sloan, but at this time, no one cared about Cao Gui, a high school student, why the little FBI was on the loom list.
Sloan's frank openness + bowing apology not only resolved the crisis of trust, but also enhanced his power.
"So, everyone, what do you think about this little FBI?" Sloan asked slowly, handing over 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 if this person has anything to do with the cross. If so, that's even better."
The others also nodded, agreeing with the words of the two.
Sloan nodded slightly: "In that case, leave this matter to the repairman and the white dove, Firefox, and the gunsmith, continue to follow up with Wesley."
"The rest perform their respective duties and guard against the sneak attack of the cross."
"Yes, Chief!"
"Go do it."
in the apartment
Cao Gui sat in front of the computer and browsed several documents, including the shooting on the top floor of the building, the shooting in the supermarket, and Wesley's personal information.
These things are easy to find in the FBI's repository.
It seems that the plot has already started. Wesley has joined the fraternity, but I don't know if this diaosi has graduated.
Cao Gui frowned. Wesley completed two missions after he left the division, one was to kill on the light rail, and the other was to kill the super-show vehicle sunroof.
Thinking of this, Cao Gui entered the words "Rolls-Royce, Regal, Sunroof, Shooting" into the computer, but he didn't find any information.
Cao Gui typed "night, tall buildings, 9mm bullets, shooting" on the computer again, but just like before, there was still nothing.
This shows that Wesley has not completed his 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 head of the Brotherhood, so that the members of the Brotherhood dare not act rashly, and can only use a small-scale battle of one or two people against their little FBI.
Then you can continue to bleed the Brotherhood until the heads of this dungeon are cleared.
But the problem is that although Wesley is a diaosi, he is also a genius. His apprenticeship is unstoppable. Once he leaves the apprenticeship, the existing situation will be broken. Either he will die on the cross or Wesley will die, but no matter what. That situation is not a good thing for Cao Gui.
You have to think of a two-way strategy!
Cao Gui touched his chin and his eyes flickered.
In upper Manhattan, the fat man's barbecue shop, the repairman and a woman with brown hair pried open the door of the barbecue shop, all the way to the cold storage.
According to the filing plan left by the butcher, they found this place for the first time.
Entering the cold storage, the two of them split up and searched carefully, exploring the situation little by little.
After a while, the two of them will exchange information with each other. Bai Dove has four 7.62 pistol bullets in her palm: "I found this. The butcher uses bullets from his gun."
"According to the ballistic analysis, it was three direct shots and one shot of gunfighting. It can be determined that it was shot by a butcher, but there is no human tissue or blood on it."
"And this." The white dove took out a missing bone knife: "This is a weapon that the butcher is good at, but like a bullet, there is no human tissue, which means that the butcher fought with people, but the other party was not injured. ."
The repairman frowned: "The floor smells of disinfectant and detergent. has been cleaned here. Except for the owner of this shop, there is no other person's footprint here."
"But I found this." The repairman pulled over a pig's body, which was stained with a lot of blood.
"If the blood is the butcher's, it means that the butcher is really dead."
After all, the two of them were a little silent. Based on this information, it can basically be concluded that the butcher was defeated and died.
But how is this possible? The butcher is good at melee combat. This kind of slaughtering cold storage is his home ground. The butcher also prepares here a week in advance.
No matter from which point of view, the butcher has no chance of being defeated.
"Let's collect the bloodstains here for comparison." Bai Dove said, "If it is determined to be the butcher's, let's go to the FBI."
"Where's the boss here?" the repairman asked. His idea was to ask the owner here first.
Bai Dove thought for a while and said, "The butcher's plan didn't mention this person, and I don't recommend making this person the primary target."
The repairman frowned. If it was himself, the owner of the shop would be over, but now there are two people, so he can't so blatantly break the rules of the Brotherhood.
"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, but at this time, Fatty saw the bullet holes in the wall, and his face changed greatly.
jingle bell~
Cao Gui picked up the phone, and the fat man's hurried voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Cao, something happened, the bullet in the bullet hole in the cold storage was gone! Someone came to me!"
When Cao Gui heard the words, the corner of his mouth could not help but twitch, good guy, someone came to the door again.