Chapter 604

Everything is over, and it seems that it is not over.

The abandoned yard has been surrounded by a cordon. The forensic doctor, detectives, the chief, the sheriff, and Childs have all inspected the scene and are gathering to exchange views. Two stretchers covered with white cloths were sent to the ambulance. In the same car, the FBI agent with a broken leg accompanied the captain's body into the same car, and two black agents helped close the door outside.

"Don't feel too guilty, Vic, it's not your fault." The SWAT captain clamped his helmet with one hand, and pressed his hand on Vic's shoulder with his other hand, comforting this colleague whose relationship has always been in trouble.

"What am I guilty of?"

Of course, Vic didn’t feel guilty, he was distracted, trying to figure out the eyes of the director’s group of people looking at him from time to time, while paying attention to the actions of the three FBI agents, and listening to Xiao who was taking notes not far away. En speak.

It may be that the appearance of being in a daze gave the SWAT captain the illusion, "Don't hold on to Vic, I know your temper, you must be thinking in your heart at this time, if you entered there a minute earlier, you could save an FBI agent life..." he said.

"The FBI's none of my business," Vic replied.

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

Xiao En hesitated to explain, the two of them had already colluded with the 'line', this guy! Vic looked down, brows furrowed.

"It's okay, I understand." The female police officer who took the record was not suspicious, and kindly brought a blanket and put it on Sean's shoulders, and asked her partner to bring a cup of steaming coffee, "Why don't you take a break first?"

"OK."

Sean sat listlessly at the tail of the police pickup truck, lowered his head and drank the hot coffee, and took the opportunity to sneak a look at Vic with a guilty conscience.

The idiot! At this time, we can't lose the chain, and Vic didn't respond, because after seeing the two black FBI agents sending the ambulance away, he walked towards Sean with a solemn expression.

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

"Okay, yes." Sean nodded.

"You entered there after Vic, what did you see the first time?"

"Uh, saw an agent in a suit collapsed close by, with Sinaloa leaning against the front corner."

"None of them have vital signs, right?"

"No, oh no, after I checked with Vic, it wasn't there, and it wasn't there. We couldn't be sure the first time..."

"I understand, you are in charge of checking..."

"Sinaloa."

"According to standard procedure?"

"Yes, the carotid artery, and then the 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 that time, and it was still dark... sorry."

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

"What?"

"Second gun, the second gun the suspect left at the scene."

"Yes, it was discovered later, after we called for backup."

"OK."

At this time, an FBI agent said, "Don't you record statements and isolate people?" He nuzzled at Vic.

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

"Yes, officer. Hehe..."

Vic smiled and pulled his belt. Just as he was about to turn around and leave with the SWAT captain, he saw the two FBIs approaching Sean, as if they were about to ask a question, "Hey! Let me say..." He didn't hold back Nervous in my heart, I chose to open my mouth to provoke the other party, "Who screwed up now?"

The two FBI agents turned their heads to look at him in an instant, with surprise, embarrassment and anger in their eyes. Everyone present froze in place, as if the air had been frozen for a few seconds.

"I'm sure, you're still that bastard Vic.

"The SWAT captain complained in his ear.

"YouM-fxxk!"

The detective who had 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 were attracted by the noise.

"Take care of your people!" The FBI agent yelled at the director.

"Take care of yourselves!" When there was a real quarrel, Vic became more energetic, "If you want me to say, it was because of you that those gangsters exchanged fire on the street in advance!"

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

"Really? But your car was parked not far in front of the firefight, and you didn't even notify us that you would come!" Vic had already planned a few sore feet for the opponent, "Look at you robbing us in the woods." You don't have the most basic professional ethics at all!"

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

The FBI agent said loudly.

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

Vic sneered, "Guess what? I think it's because he had a drink before coming here, so he's so impulsive to 'go forward'! Because I smelled alcohol on him when I checked his body, and you, you ...Didn't you drink less, right?" He pointed to the two detectives, "I noticed it in the woods last night, yes, that's right, I just recorded it all in the statement."

"us……"

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 the others who turned their attention, "Uh, there happened to be a party over there...we Absolutely not drunk!"

This explanation is too pale, Childs leaned his head down to his collar to sniff, and then rolled his eyes, "Everyone is shocked and sad by this incident, so don't blame each other, okay?" He patted the two The detective's arm, "Go and rest first, your chief will be here tonight."

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

"You also rest early, and you are ready to call it a day. Vic, you should go to rest 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 better mood, and even secretly winked at Vic, "Just leave the scene to the colleagues on shift. By the way, let someone do an alcohol concentration test for those two guys."

The sheriff also gave Vic a thumbs up before leaving.

"No..." He saluted the chief and the sheriff with a cool nod of his forehead, and then met Sean's ecstatic smile of joy. The guy's mood finally stabilized, and Vic glared at him fiercely. glance.

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

"Of course, I guess I drank a lot..." Vic replied, "You go first, I'll wait for Sean." He asked again: "By the way, just now Childs said that there is another director who will come ?”

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

Vic slowed down.

The SWAT captain also stopped and waited for him, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay, hehehe..." Vic pretended to be indifferent and laughed dryly, "It seems that they take this matter very 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, Song Ya also had a headache. He huddled in the new garage with the old Mike who returned safely. Whispering in the stairwell.

"Yes, both Kenneth and I 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 will not..."

Song Ya explained to him: "I don't know why Big Brother Kenneth suddenly appeared, but he contacted Peter Flock immediately after he appeared, and expressed his willingness to participate in the Chicago gang peace conference arranged by Peter to help maintain the hell short tail The order of the cats. So he went there to kill Sinaloa, otherwise he would not win back the gang, nor would he gain Peter's trust and approval. He has always followed the rules, and we should not worry about him being unfavorable to 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 attack me." Old Mike said, "I will try to find a way to secretly get all the sniper rifles back."

"No, didn't you say that there is no evidence to link those parts to you? It's too risky to return to the crime scene after the death of an FBI detective." Song Ya stopped him.

"Will Vic be a hidden danger?" Old Mike asked again.

"I didn't expect him to be so ruthless." Song Ya scratched his head, "We must not let him find out that we know that he shot and killed the FBI."

Vic sighed, "We underestimated him before, that black policeman's brains and ruthlessness are both top-notch."

"Yeah, he needs money. I heard that Kasiti's younger sister was also diagnosed with autism not long ago. The two autistics in the family have to receive treatment in a professional private hospital. Kasiti herself is in the hospital. University……"

Song Ya murmured, "If it wasn't for Sinaloa's insanity, I wouldn't have come to this point. I hope this matter will pass quickly."