Chapter 605

It's all over, and it doesn't seem to be over.

The abandoned yard has been surrounded by a cordon. The forensics, detectives, the director, the sheriff, and charltz have already investigated the scene. They are gathering to exchange views. Two stretchers covered in white cloth are sent to the ambulance respectively. The injured FBI agent accompanied the captain's body into the same car. Two black agents are outside to help close the door.

"Don't be too guilty, Vic. It's not your fault." With his helmet in one hand and Vic's shoulder in the other, the Swat captain comforted his colleague who had a close relationship with him.

"What do I feel guilty about?"

Of course, Vic is not guilty. He is distracted, trying to figure out the eyes that the director's group looks at him from time to time, while paying attention to the actions of three FBI agents. His ears are still listening to Sean, who is taking notes not far away.

Maybe the appearance of being in a daze gave the special police captain the illusion, "don't hold on Vick, I know your temper. You must be thinking that if you enter there one minute earlier, you can save the life of an FBI..." He said.

"The FBI is none of my business." Vick returned.

"I went in there with Vic and what? What did you just ask? Oh, I'm behind Vic. How far is it? Er, five meters or seven meters I'm sorry, I'm a little confused now, I can't remember clearly... "

Sean is so hesitant that they have already colluded with each other in "lines", this guy! Vic lowered his head and twisted his eyebrows.

"It's OK. I understand." The policewoman who made the record was not suspicious. Fortunately, she took a blanket and put it on Sean's shoulder, and asked her partner to get a cup of steaming coffee, "would you like to have a rest first?"

"OK."

Sean sat limply at the end of the police pickup's tug, pecked at the hot coffee, and took the opportunity to peek at Vic with his guilty eyes.

This idiot! At this time, we can't lose the chain. Vic didn't respond because he saw two black FBI agents taking off the ambulance and walked to Sean with a dignified face.

"May I continue?" Asked the policewoman.

"Yes, yes." Sean nodded.

"What did you see the first time you came in after Vic?"

"Well, I saw a suit agent lying nearby, Sinaloa leaning against the front corner."

"They don't have vital signs, do they?"

"No, oh, no, after Vic and I checked it out, we didn't have it. We found it didn't. For the first time, we can't be sure... "

"I see. You're in charge of the inspection..."

"Sinaloa."

"According to standard procedures?"

"Yes, the neck artery, then the chest wound..."

"But you didn't deal with his weapon first?"

"Well, I didn't find out. The light was not good and the day was not bright yet Sorry. "

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

"What?"

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

"Yes, it was discovered later. After we called for support."

“OK。”

At this point, an FBI agent said, "don't you isolate people by taking statements?" He spoke to Victor Nunu.

"Er." The policewoman looked up and saw Vic. "Stay away from us, Vic." She said jokingly.

"Yes, officer. Hey, hey... "

Vick grinned and pulled on his belt. Just as he was about to turn around and leave with the Swat captain, he saw that the two FBI agents had come up to Sean, as if to ask a question, "Hey! I said... " He did not suppress the tension in his heart, choose to take the initiative to challenge each other, "now who screwed up?"

The two FBI agents turned their heads and looked at him in a flash. Their eyes were mixed with surprise, embarrassment and anger. Everyone was stunned and the air seemed to be frozen for several seconds.

"I'm sure, you're still the bastard Vic." The captain make complaints about his ear.

“YouM-fxxk！”

The agent 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 charltz were attracted by the news.

"Take care of your people!" FBI agents are mad at the director.

"Take care of yourself." When the fight broke out, Vick got into a fight. "If you want me to tell you, it's because of you that those gangsters started fighting in the street ahead of time."

“Fxxkyou！ We didn't affect the whole thing at all, okay? It was the two groups of people who suddenly stopped and exchanged fire on the road! Who would have expected it! "

"Really? But your car is not far ahead of the scene of the fire, and you have not informed us that you will come at all! " Vick had planned a few painful feet of the other party. "Look at the pride of your preemption in the woods. You don't have the most basic professional ethics!""Our captain killed the dangerous elements at the cost of his life! You should at least have a little respect for him

FBI agent shouts.

"No one needs him to fight with street thugs!"

What do you think, Vic? I think it's because he had a drink before he came, so he's so impulsive to "go ahead"! Because when I was checking his body, I could smell wine on him, and you, you I didn't drink less, did I? " He pointed to the two agents. "I noticed it in the woods last night. Yes, that's right. I've just recorded it all."

"We..."

"We That's because we went to aplus last night to do an inquiry. " He explained to the director and others who had been casting their eyes, "Er, there happened to be a party We are absolutely not drunk

The explanation was so pale that charltz leaned down to his collar and sniffed it. Then he rolled his eyes. "Everyone is shocked and sad about this. Don't blame each other, OK?" He patted the arms of the two agents. "Go and have a rest first. Your director will be here in the evening."

"OK." The two agents went to the special car assigned to them.

"You're going to rest early, too. Vic, you're going to have a rest. The Bureau will give you and Sean a paid leave first. Do you need counseling before you come back to work?"

The director seemed to be in a better mood. He even winked at Vic secretly. "It's OK to hand over the scene to the colleagues on duty. By the way, let people do an alcohol test for the two guys."

The sheriff gave Vic a thumbs up before he left.

"No need to..." He saluted the chief and the sheriff Smartly by patting his forehead, and then, with Sean's jubilant smile, the guy's mood finally calmed down, and Vic gave him a hard look.

"Let's go, too." The Swat captain asked, "did they really drink?"

"Of course, I guess I drank a lot..." Vick replied, "you go first. I'll wait for Sean." And then he asked, "by the way, what else does Gonzalez say will come?"

"What else, director Frith of the FBI." The Swat captain replied.

Vic slowed down.

The Swat captain also stopped to wait for him, "what's the matter?"

"It's OK, hehe, hehe..." Vick pretended to be indifferent. "It seems that they attach great importance to it."

"Shut up, detective."

"So Vic killed an FBI detective and you left the sniper parts at the scene? " In Highland Park, Sonya also has a headache. He and old Mike, who has returned safely, huddled in the stairwell of the new garage and whispered.

"Yes, Kenneth and I were both in the dark." Old Mike replied.

“Fxxk……”

Song Ya's eyes were dull.

"Is Kenneth a danger?" Asked old Mike.

"Yes, not..."

Sonya explained to him, "I don't know why Kenny suddenly appeared, but after he showed up, he contacted Peter flock on his own initiative and expressed his willingness to attend the Chicago Gang peace conference arranged by Peter to help maintain the order of hellcat. So he went there to kill Sinaloa. Otherwise, he would not be able to take back the gang and gain Peter's trust and recognition. He always behaves well. We should not worry about his disadvantage to us for the time being, but not necessarily in the future. "

"I said he didn't respond to that and didn't do anything to me." Old Mike said, "I'll find a way to get all the sniper guns back."

"No, didn't you say that there was no evidence to connect those parts to you? It's too risky to go back to the crime scene with an FBI detective dead. " Song Ya stops him.

"Is Vic a danger?" Old Mike asked again.

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

Vick sighed, "we used to look down on him. The black cop's brain and ruthlessness are super class."

"Yes, he needs money. I heard that Cassidy's sister was also diagnosed with autism not long ago. Two autistic families have to be treated by professional private hospitals, and Cassidy herself is going to University..."

Song Ya murmured to himself, "if Sinaloa was not too crazy, I would not have come to this stage. I hope this matter will pass quickly."

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