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The dull autumn thunder rolled over the red-stained Xiyun. When Wang Ruhu came over, many people in the neighborhood walked towards the river bank, watching the seven or eight cars parked there whispering to each other, and some of them folded their arms and sneered.
In the noisy chatter, someone outside the crowd noticed the street behind them. An off-road vehicle swooped towards this side, and quickly called the attention of the people in front. The car slowly stopped on the side of the road, and there seemed to be a recognized figure among them, clapping a basketball yell.
"Isn't this Detective Fred? Another homicide happened in our block?!"
"It must be that someone here has taken drugs? I really want to take drugs today. Inspector, are you here to arrest me?"
The voices around were mostly provocative. Wang Ruhu walked behind the group of black people, watching the inspector named Fred silently pass by the crowd, and someone approached deliberately, but he just turned away. He dodged his footsteps, as if he didn't care about the provocation of these people.
At this time, a group of black people booed and gathered around, looked up and down, and pushed and shoved from time to time.
"Our Inspector Fred, seems to be on vacation?"
"Why don't you bring your wife and children and play with us?"
"We guarantee that your wife will be willing to go back with you in the future."
"Step aside!"
Thinking about the purpose of following, Fred was very annoyed by the intransigence of these black people at the moment, and yelled angrily, "I don't have time to pester you today!"
"Fack squid!" When a fat black man raised his middle finger and cursed in the crowd, a voice suddenly resounded near the river bank.
"Lazy niggers, aren't you picking cotton today?"
A thin-cheeked white man in a suit strolled over, inadvertently flashing the holster on his waist, and poked his finger twice on the chest of a black man wrapped in a turban.
"Tsk tsk, you don't wear Nike anymore? Do you think that hook is a bit like the scales that used to weigh cotton for your ancestors?"
A group of black people looked at each other, knowing that they couldn't afford to offend them, they all backed away, cursing a few words before they dispersed, Wang Ruhu followed them back a few steps, leaning against a street lamp, looking at the inspector, and hearing the name of the other party felt a little bit familiar.
It seems Li Ran mentioned that he was an intern at the Chicago Police Department.
Who are those men in black?
While thinking about it, in front of him, Fred, who was rescued, did not thank the man in the suit who was coming towards him, but just looked at the river bank.
"Did Li catch it?"
"No, not yet."
The man in the suit spread his hands, turned around and gestured at the surrounding river, "He jumped into the river, or got into the opposite woods, my people are searching. Don't worry, if you are caught, I will allow you to meet him and say goodbye to each other."
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As a martial artist, Wang Ruhu's ear strength is unmatched by others. The two people who were far away could hear the conversation clearly. The Li he was talking about was being hunted down again. Who else but Li Ran frowned.
At this time, behind the two people who were talking over there, a member of CIA came quickly and whispered something in the ear of the man in the suit. The former turned his face to look at him, and then his eyes fell on Fred's face.
"Detective, maybe you can come with me to meet your student."
Inspector Fred followed behind the two, asking questions with a serious expression.
"Have you caught Li?"
"No, he's dead."
Walking into the not-so-dense woods, stepping on the rustling of layers of fallen leaves, Fred saw the young man on the limp ground from a distance, covered his mouth and nose with his hands and squatted down, and closed his eyes in pain.
After a while, the cia assistant deputy director who had seen the scene in the past came back and stood beside him, rubbing his sharp chin.
"The neck was broken, and there were footprints beyond ordinary people on the ground. It is a big man, and it should have been done with one hand. It is very similar to the mysterious person who caused the destructive power in Professor Harris' family."
"Where's the hard drive?" Fred asked in a low voice, pinching his fingertips.
"The bag is empty, it should be taken away by the other party."
The man in the suit patted him on the shoulder and asked someone to pack up the body and take it away. Then he walked out of the woods with Fred, took out a tissue and handed it to him.
"Now you don't have to avoid suspicion, I thinkyou should go back and continue to be your detective. Recently, Chicago has been very turbulent. Spence on Fremen Street died. Some witnesses said that they saw There is also a figure in the helicopter, tall and tall according to the description, I think we should trust each other and work together, I don't want this place to become 'Gotham City'."
Walking across the bridge, he looked at Fred who had left without saying a word, and called again: "By the way, the body of Spence's female assistant is not within the scope of inspection, so don't interfere."
The back of the off-road vehicle stopped, Fred threw down the tissue that had wiped the corner of his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, looked at the body bag being carried to the trunk of the car, and squeezed out a smile.
"I'll find out."
After finishing speaking, he turned around, opened the car door, turned around and drove away. Wang Ruhu, who was standing behind the crowd, also looked at this scene, and suddenly raised his eyes.
With the keenness of a beast, his eyes swept around, quietly receded from the nearby shadows, and turned to leave
From a distance, a pair of eyes looked out the window to the street outside, watching the bearded inspector throw down the tissue and drive away, took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.
Cars of CIA drove away through the street, and their rough voices spoke dully to the other end of the phone.
"I found a suspicious new target, Chicago Sheriff Fred, and the dead Oriental seems to have a good friendship. It is necessary to go to his house to find huh?"
Before he finished speaking, his huge figure felt a chill creeping up his back. He looked back while leaning against the phone, the wall behind him exploded, and he hurriedly raised his hand subconsciously to protect the front door. When it hit him with a slap, a tall figure swished through the dust, rolling towards him like a heavy chariot.
In terms of size, the two were almost the same. At this time, the huge fat white man was already huge in size, and his strength was also extraordinary. He bumped into the rushing figure without any fear. '' with a dull thud, and in the next moment, the thick arm lashed out, was easily blocked by the figure in the smoke, and saw the opponent's blocking arm, the palm grabbed it, and the fingertips sank into his flesh like sharp knives , Suddenly there was a tearing pain.
In the roar of "Ah¡ª¡ª", he slammed into the opponent with his arms together, but his vision turned.
Wang Ruhu pulled the huge fat white man, stepped on the floor tiles, and turned around on the spot. With his other hand, he pressed his elbow against the thick fat of the opponent's back ribs, and smashed through a wall. The fat man's figure had not yet landed. , suddenly climbed up by supporting the broken wall, grabbed the wall wreckage of more than a dozen rolling bricks and threw it into the house with a bang, turned around and jumped outside.
Boom!
The wall that flew through the air was shattered by a punch, and the bricks and cement blocks were scattered. Wang Ruhu chased to the gap in the wall, and the fat man had disappeared into the night of the intertwined buildings and lanes below.
Looking at the flesh and blood remaining on his fingertips, he kicked away the broken pieces at his feet. This was the first time someone had escaped from him. He didn't expect this fat man to be so fat, with great strength and speed.
Cursed: "Damn" The owner of the house, who was too frightened to speak, looked at the stairs, took out two 100 dollar knives from his pocket and threw them on the ground. Jumped down, pulled a leaf to wipe the blood on his hands, and left in another direction under the darkness of night. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com