Chapter 155： Gwen

Having a locator installed is one thing.

It is also one thing to arrange for a follower.

but……

When the three of them arrived, they saw the Hudson River, which seemed to glow a little under the night.

One that had just been borrowed from the auto shop by the FBI was just scrapped.

"what happened."

"Sir."

A federal agent in charge of tracking, looking at the face of his senior officer Colin, quickly told what happened.

What happened is actually quite simple.

It was them that tracked normally, and then watched the car that Locke was driving suddenly speed up, and they followed suit, and then watched as it fell straight into the Hudson Valley.

ten minutes later.

A frogman surfaced, shook his head at three directors from different law enforcement agencies on the shore, and said, "The car was found, but the target and the missile were not found."

obviously.

Azu has gone home again.

"Gu dong dong!"

Locke took back his clone at home, took a step, caught the dropped mobile phone, and walked towards the bar, continuing to communicate with Gwen on the phone.

On TV, it was the salvage operations in the Hudson Valley.

"What do you think?" Gwen asked over the phone.

Locke was slightly taken aback: "What?"

Gwen said: "I told you just now that I took 250,000 out of the 500,000 and gave it to the family of the police officer who was not rescued. What happened to you tonight, several times."

Locke smiled and said, "I've said it many times. That's your compensation. You don't need to ask me."

Yes.

The deceased police officer could not be rescued in the end.

Locke had no idea of ​​going to save either, he couldn't find any excuse, still the same sentence, he was not a Virgin because of Gwen, so he found an excuse for himself to save Jeff, but this, he didn't.

He is not a hero, there is no way to save everyone.

Gwen, who was in his room, sighed, talking on the phone with one hand, and watching the salvage work that was also broadcast live at night with the spare phone: "Are you watching the live broadcast?"

Locke looked up at the TV: "Yes, it's okay, it's not mine that fell into the river. I just went to the garage to check and confirmed that my car is still there."

Hearing this, Gwen laughed, and then stared at George on the shore on the phone screen: "Dad seems to be **** off."

Locke hummed: "George has always wanted to catch this unparalleled assassin."

It's okay to be pissed.

Just don't vomit blood.

Leave a thought for George, and I won't let George sitting in the office idle. For a detective like George, if there is no case to solve, he will grow old quickly.

I am really kind.

Although tonight's event was quite sensational, George would not be alone in his face. After all, both the FBI and the Homeland Security Bureau went.

Again.

Although he was escaped by the unparalleled assassins, there were no hostage casualties. This was already a very good ending, but what George wanted was a perfect ending.

but……

There are so many perfect endings in this world.

How to say something.

Regret is beauty.

"correct."

"You said."

"Locke, do you think the murderer is watching TV?"

"It should be, didn't you say that the group is full of quarrels, almost everyone is paying attention to this live broadcast."

"Yeah, guess he's not panicking now."

"have no idea."

Locke said so, whether the murderer panicked, he didn't care, he only cared whether the scene was big enough.

"Task influence bonus factor: 50 times! 』

That's great.

Now, as long as you do nothing, catch the murderer and kill him directly, you can get a reward of 50,000.

but……

Locke's eyes flickered.

This time, the live broadcast has come 50 times.

How about another live broadcast?

One hundred times the cap, that's a full 100,000 reward.

Gwen smashed the pillow behind him with a small fist, and then leaned back again: "Want to hear my psychological profile of this murderer?"

Locke grabbed Bourbon and smiled: "Of course, I thought you said that the data is not enough."

Gwen said: "Because I'm not sure if this was done by the Wushuang assassin. If it was the Wushuang assassin, then the profile is completely different."

"Ok."

"The profile of the Wushuang Assassin, I admit that I may be wrong, but I still suspect that this is what the Wushuang Assassin said deliberately to stimulate law enforcement agencies."

"...Is this intuition?"

"That's it."

Gwen laughed, and then said: "But there is too little information for the Wushuang Assassin to analyze, so there will always be some discrepancies in the profile."

Locke smiled.

"But this fake is different."

"Why is it different?"

"This counterfeit used the Wushuang Assassin's notice, and, judging from the first case of the couple, it seems to have been premeditated, so he is a man who looks violent on the outside, but is full of heart. people who are not confident."

"... Deliberately leaving a notice to mislead the police is indeed not self-confident."

Which killer or serial killer by name would learn the signature moves and signature behaviors of other killers or other serial killers?

no.

Only insecure killers or imitators would do this.

Because killers with names and names are not afraid of difficulties.

Just like the unparalleled assassin, how can so many guns be aimed at him?

Gwen continues.

"He hates the police very much. It is very possible that he has been violently treated by the police. It is also possible that he spent some time in prison before again."

"this……"

"He killed two officers, Locke."

"Uh……"

Gwen's words continued: "If it were me, I would start investigating the couple."

Locke walked to the study and turned on the computer: "Why."

Gwen said: "It's very simple, it may be that the death of the couple turned on his kill button, and the notice was probably made up after the fact, because when the police station found the body, it was already One day has passed, he has enough time to do this, and then, seeing that the police station seems to have seen the notice, he thinks it was done by the unparalleled assassin, and then he completely released his beast."

Locke read the file of the couple's death case and frowned: "But, I haven't heard of it. What did the couple lose?"

Gwen shrugged: "Then I don't know, I'm not a professional, I'm just trying to reason."

Locke smiled: "Okay."

It seems that after talking about this matter, Gwen was also sleepy. After saying good night to Locke, he hung up the phone.

Look at the constant call often.

Three hours.

Locke touched his chin, and after writing down what he would spend tomorrow, he looked at the dossier on the computer.

There was nothing special about the couple who died.

The middle class has a cheap apartment building to be demolished. After the incident, after George found out that the notice was forged, he also sent someone to investigate all the residents in that apartment, and they all had an alibi.

and……

Have been violently treated by the police, so you hate the police?

Isn't this special meow a proper black complexion?

Locke raised his eyebrows, directly hacked the backstage of New York City, found the apartment, and read out the target he wanted to find.

next second.

Locke called the good guy directly.

without him.

Although there were also two black-skinned tenants in the couple's apartment building, Locke was not surprised by this, but because all the people living in this apartment building had previous convictions, and they were all just released from prison. of.

This couple is a saint.

This is what Locke thought in his heart, just like Dongguo, in the Federation, those with criminal records are also discriminated against. At the very least, there are many jobs that people with criminal records cannot do.

In most people's minds, those who have violated the law are always unpopular, especially those who have passed through prison.

This is the real society.

If you have violated the law, why can't you discriminate against you, why can't you despise you?

"Jingle Bell!"

Locke glanced at the heads of the tenants with criminal records in the apartment, and then stared at the satellite phone ringing on the desktop.

Bowery King, the head of homeless intelligence in New York!

Four in the morning.

The Queen.

"Cuckoo!"

Countless pigeons under the overpass immediately flapped their wings and flew towards the sky because of the arrival of the uninvited guests. A homeless man curled up under the overpass had his hands in his arms and stared at Locke with blurry eyes.

Ding!

Locke flicked his right hand, and a gold coin fell in front of the homeless man: "Do you know me?"

The homeless looked at Locke, who was approaching, wearing sunglasses, and with a thud, he threw the pistol in his arms aside, and got up: "This way, Mr. Wushuang."

This evening's live broadcast in New York has raised the reputation of Locke and the Killer Circle by one section.

There are many killers with swaggering personalities in the killer circle, but, as bold as Locke, there is no doubt that it can't be said that there are no newcomers, but it can also be said that it is unprecedented.

soon.

Following the homeless man in front, he entered the abandoned underground water channel, and after a circle came to an empty underground space where you could run horses.

a desk.

A wire that was privately descended from the ground provided the electricity for the lighting here.

A dark-skinned, but by no means dark-skinned, strong man was smoking a cigar in an office chair behind the desk.

Locke reached out and waved the cigar cloud in front of him: "Jin, if you want to be the king of beggars, then don't smoke Cuban cigars that cost three hundred dollars a piece."

The rotten-toothed Bowery King grinned, "Want one?"

Locke's eyes fell on the vagrant who was curled aside and motionless, and said directly: "Is that him?"

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