Chapter 689 Success Rate 33.33% (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

At 5:10 pm, as the sunset was about to disappear into the skyline, a jet engraved with the name FBI landed at the Boston Airport.

Will, who had curly hair, stepped off the plane with a tired look and said to the FBI director who was slightly fatter next to him:

"Jack, is the prisoner this time that difficult?"

"I have to teach at the university tomorrow morning."

"According to information sent back by FBI agents in Boston, a gang fight occurred at King's Chapel Cemetery at around 3:30 this afternoon."

Carrying the suitcase, the supervisor Jack quickly stepped off the plane and bypassed the security check. He said seriously:

"After investigating the scene and collecting witness statements, we found that this gang fight may be related to the fugitive hunted by the FBI, Sakaki Makoto."

"Is he the mastermind behind this?"

Will asked curiously.

"No."

Jack shook his head:

"Four people were injured and eight people died in the incident at King's Chapel Cemetery, all committed by him alone."

"No cover, no hiding."

"He just walked through the street in a big way and then committed murder!"

Speaking of which

Jack touched his neck, feeling a little scared.

He really didn't know how much courage Sakaki had to challenge local gangs single-handedly.

The key point was that he won!

"Then what?"

Following the two of them, Lecter, a psychiatrist in a neat formal suit, said:

"Didn't the Boston police find any clues?"

"I can't say there is none at all."

Jack's face didn't look good, but he still took out a portrait:

"It is said that he rode a Harley-Davidson motorcycle, ran over a police car, shot two gangsters on the spot, and walked away."

"Um"

Lecter nodded slightly:

"Sakaki is not a murderer who kills people at will."

"Those two local ruffians must have done something to provoke him, which led to the murder."

"Yes, yes!"

Jack's eyes lit up:

"Afterwards, the police interviewed several suspects who were present at the time of the crime. Their statements were all consistent. They all said that Sakaki came to the door in anger because his motorcycle was stolen."

"but"

"No one can tell the specific reason for his murder. He is like an unstable time bomb that may explode at any time!"

"Ahem, such a dangerous person"

The pale Will coughed twice, and his eyes gradually became sharp:

"We can't let him act recklessly!"

"That's right."

During the conversation, Jack and the other three, surrounded by a group of FBI agents, left the airport and walked toward several cars parked on the roadside.

Just then

On a black motorcycle parked on the side of the road, a silver-haired woman with a fiery figure put on a helmet. The tight-fitting gel leather jacket not only did not hide her beauty, but gave her an extremely alluring charm.

If it wasn't for the dangerous smell it exuded.

I'm afraid many people can't help but come up and strike up a conversation.

After locking in the three Jacks who were walking out of Boston Airport, she raised the stand with her toes, pulled down the black visor of her helmet, rotated the handle, drove the motorcycle, and drove quickly towards the car.

The helmet blocked the strong wind, but failed to make her silver hair flutter in the wind, under the side glances of passers-by.

She stretched out her slender palm from the side of the motorcycle.

An Uzi submachine gun was drawn.

"The FBI has asked the Boston police to assist us in arresting Sakaki."

While chatting with Will, Jack leaned toward the car door.

Woo!

The wild engine sound came from far to near at a fast speed, and the three people looked up at the same time.

His expression suddenly changed.

They saw the woman driving a motorcycle and also saw the submachine gun in the other person's hand.

The next second.

Ta-ta-ta! ! !

The submachine gun spat out tongues of fire, and countless 9mm Milug bullets poured out, like a gust of wind and rain, stretching out a dense barrage in the air!

"careful!!!"

Lecter, who was the first to react, shouted and threw down Will, who was in a daze in front of him. The heat wave of the bullet scratched their scalps, leaving a stinging pain.

The glass shattered, wall debris flew everywhere, and brass bullet casings clattered to the ground.

After the shooting was completed, the woman on the motorcycle showed no signs of fighting and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

from beginning to end

She only appeared for less than 3 seconds, with clear goals and crisp movements.

"FCK!"

Jack, who had just gotten up from the ground, was holding his bleeding shoulder, his eyes turning green with anger:

"We must not let her escape!"

"Chase me!!!"

The surrounding FBI agents immediately took out their walkie-talkies and planned to call for backup.

"No."

Will brushed off the dust on his pants, looked at the direction of the motorcycle, and said:

"The direction she was driving was not in the city, but in the suburbs."

"As long as she changes her clothes and throws away her car, who can recognize her?"

"It's better to save some strength and set up a blockade."

"Thank you, Dr. Lecter, for saving my life again."

"You're welcome."

Lecter, a standard British gentleman, smiled slightly:

"We are friends, and friends should help each other."

Boom!

"Damn it!"

Jack reacted, punched the roof of the car hard, and said through gritted teeth:

"She must be Sakaki's helper!"

"This was a premeditated attack!!!"

"There's no point in being anxious, Jack."

Will got into the car after moving his hard arms and took out the first aid kit:

"Take us to the crime scene first."

"Maybe."

"We'll find some unexpected clues."

"Okay!"

Jack was obviously a ruthless man. Even after being hit by a bullet, he didn't scream. He let Will take out the bullet, apply hemostatics, and wrap a bandage.

Under his order

Several cars full of FBI agents rushed to King's Chapel Cemetery without stopping.

5:19 pm, Boston, Syndor Company, 28th floor, room 33.

Ding.

Ding.

The information switch replaced the wall and was stacked in the corners of the room. The fan was humming and the camera on the door frame was twisting from time to time.

The lit computer screen showed the situation of the R&D department.

There

A young man with a USP in his hand was striding past.

"Noah."

In the sofa, a haggard boy who looked no more than 12 years old stared at the screen and said to someone:

"Are you sure he can do it?"

"We don't have time."

"Thomas Sindor will not let me arrive in Japan alive."

The room was empty, and the boy seemed to be talking to himself, and seemed to have a clear conversation target.

After a while

A line of small words suddenly appeared on the computer screen:

[Don't worry, he is the best candidate after my layers of screening. ]

"But he is so reckless."

The boy wrinkled his nose:

"He actually wants to kill me directly."

"What is the success rate?"

Ding.

Ding.

[The system calculation results show that his current success rate is 33.33%, the failure rate is 40%, and uncontrollable factors account for 26.67%. ]