MTL - The Red Side is Always Blocking My Dog leash-Chapter 10
"The plan is temporarily changed. If there is no other order within three days, the pretense of arresting Delevingne will be made and the staff will be withdrawn."
"What else did Xiuyi say?"
"There are other people around him, and it is inconvenient to contact him later. He only said that he can give up Dilevingne when necessary."
"At least I got the samples in his hand, and it's not a total loss." James took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows. "The tricky thing about this organization is that we know so little about him. The more so , the less anxious you are.”
"Xiuichi is lurking inside, and he is still in a dangerous period. If he is not careful, he will be in danger of his life. This time is an opportunity, and it is best to seize it. But the most important thing is to ensure the safety of Xiuichi."
"You can't lose the big because of the small."
The atmosphere here at the FBI is dignified, but the hotel where two bottles of wine live is quite peaceful.
Mr. A stayed in the room alone, looked at the phone leisurely, and enjoyed the rare leisure time.
Ding-
The reminder of the new email, he opened it casually.
[from: Senior Bourbon
Subject: will not forget?
Are you completing your daily training well? ]
Mr. A stared at the screen and read word by word twice, making sure that he was not dazzled.
is that a lie?
It's already out of the time in charge, and Bourbon is still bothering to remind him to train?
Picture what?
Mr. A believes that there should be no value worthy of the attention of organizational cadres, even if it is a face - isn't Bourbon's face much prettier than his?
So it really is because of the rum?
But Rum's attitude towards him has not been taken seriously. At most, he is considered a confidant in the reserve... ah...
So the other side is betting.
You don't need to do much trouble to have a good relationship with yourself. If Mr. A can become Rum's trusted subordinate in the future, Bourbon will make a profit. If he can't, then there is not much loss.
It's a lucrative business.
Ding-
While he was in a daze, another email came.
[from: Senior Bourbon
Subject: Interested in Japanese food recently
Are you training now?
Or are you trying to perfunctory my reasons?
Next time I meet, I will check it strictly, I hope Mr A will not be fluke and lazy.
Ps? There seems to be a newly opened Japanese food store near the place where Mr. A lives now. I hope Mr. A can try it. Next time we meet, try what I made and tell me the difference-☆]
Mr. A: …
He subconsciously covered his cheeks.
He typed with tears in his eyes.
[to: Senior Bourbon
Subject: Are you training well
Senior, my face is not good QAQ]
I don't want to experience it a third time.
His face shouldn't take this.
Mr. A couldn't hide his grief in his heart.
But people's joys and sorrows are not the same, Bourbon knew nothing about his pain, and said:
[from: Senior Bourbon
Subject: trust you
It doesn't matter, you are good enough to avoid those accidents.
focus.
Then I'll leave this to you☆]
devil!
Mr. A made a series of fierce speeches on the screen with his fingers flying, and finally deleted them one by one full of humiliation.
[to: Senior Bourbon
Subject: none
OK ]
After clicking send, he seemed to be drained, the phone sinking into the bed with gravity. After a while, the salted fish turned over and sat up suddenly—
Okay, let's go to exercise. I'll go to the daily food store tomorrow, it's too late today.
Generally speaking, storefronts opened in foreign countries will make changes to suit the tastes of local people. But the one Bourbon was talking about was obviously not in the ordinary.
Mr. A ordered a lunch according to the list given by Bourbon. The taste was very familiar, and most of the people in the restaurant were Asian faces.
The boss doesn't seem to care about the traffic.
Just thinking about it, a shadow suddenly fell in front of him, A-Jun raised his head, a white man asked with a smile, "Excuse me, can I sit here?"
"Ah, of course. Please." After agreeing, Mr. A lowered his head, raised the bowl naturally and took a sip of tonkotsu soup, his eyelashes covered his pupils—
This person has a problem.
After the white man ordered the meal, he warmly greeted Mr. A: "My name is Byron Layton, and I am a lover of oriental culture. Are you Japanese?"
Mr. A recalled his personality and said, "Arnold Taylor, my parents are Japanese, but I have never been to Japan. If you want to ask about Japan, I may not know as much as you, sorry. ."
Byron shook his head again and again, and his blue eyes looked at him sincerely: "No no, no need to apologize, I just want to be a friend with you."
He said, "In fact, I have always thought that Eastern faces are very beautiful, and it is instinctive for people to appreciate beauty, isn't it - I would be very honored to be friends with you."
Mr. A added a fortune to him in his heart.
Very good, now I can be sure, this guy is definitely not a good person.
He is now debuffed, and those who can have a good impression of him are either bad people or bad people.
In that case—it turns into a bad guy radar instead.
Jun A showed a polite smile: "Of course, it's also my honor."
Just let him see what this guy wants to do.
—
"[Eastern Killer], the reason why he has this title is that his targets all have Asian faces. So far, nine people have been killed, and the nature is extremely bad, so they were handed over to the FBI."
"artwork…"
The man standing at the door of the bedroom murmured.
This is the apartment of the deceased, the body of the deceased was found in the bedroom, naked, with his side face resting on the arms raised above his head, the other hand placed between his legs, his face was ruddy, as if asleep Same.
Jack stopped flipping through the information and looked at him: "What?"
"I'm creating art. Real beauty is soft and elegant. I want to correct those wrong perceptions and show the real beauty to the world..."
"This time, I chose 'Venus Sleeping' — that's what I envisioned," Will said.
The posture of the dead is impressively the same as Venus in the oil painting.
Jack stared at the picture of the dead man in his hand, "Fuck, well, another lunatic."
"His beauty is only for women?"
"No, I just didn't meet the male muse - inspiration, the most important thing for an artist, and you can't create without inspiration."
"He is a loyal oriental culture lover, and he also has a very good understanding of European culture, especially oil painting, and often participates in art exhibitions. The timing of the crime is very uncontrollable, the only certainty is that he will go to places with more oriental people to find his inspiration muse …”
With Will's assistance, the case quickly came to a head, and the FBI was dispatched.
Jack and Will walked out of the crime scene side by side.
"Seriously, I don't know if it's a good idea to let you and Dr. Lecter out."
Will said: "A little confident, that's not what you said in front of Dr. Lecter."
"I was just persuaded by him." Jack said, "Only at that time, now I have begun to doubt this decision, and I must be responsible for your safety."
"Relax, as Dr. Lecter said, although the prisoner is revengeful, he is not without brains, and he will not do it in front of so many FBI.
He's impatient, the FBI doesn't have the energy to keep us protected all the time, and the case could happen at any time - like now - and it's not a good idea to wait until he does it or not. "
"So I can only put you back into the society, and only send a team of plain-clothed detectives to secretly protect you. Even when you sleep, you must be worried that your lives will not be taken away by the hidden muzzle?"
"For insomnia, maybe you can consider melatonin?"
"I'd rather think about bullets, once and for all."
