New York, small square in the Bronx.

Just as the English teacher got up from the bench and walked diagonally across the square, not far from his original position, a man in a striped shirt and a painter's hat was also on his drawing board, slowly began to paint.

His wife, Demi, is still in the hotel, but Jin Feng spent 300 yuan to let her go to a spa that is beautiful and good for her health.

Then Jin Feng quickly put on his outfit, carried the painting tube, and came to this square, he firmly believed that if that person wanted to do it, he would definitely choose to be here, because he was also professional.

When Jin Feng paints, he is no different from an old artist, and even he paints in a good way, which is a reflection of Jin Feng's erudition, he can almost use two things when he paints - simulating the role of an assassin and the role of a Babu Ole guard at the same time.

If the other party is professional, Jin Feng firmly believes that the buildings in the middle of the square will not be selected, and when that day comes, that building will almost become the first monitoring target of the Babu Aulai guards. If he chooses there, even if he succeeds in the assassination, most of them will not be able to escape.

As for the buildings on the left and right, the angles are too perpendicular, and they are almost ninety degrees from the target's walking path, and Babu Orlet must have been surrounded by guards, two or three meters near, and ten meters away. There will certainly be one scattered around the square, and so many people will surround him that it will cause great difficulties in the shooting requirements. This would make things more difficult for the Assassins, so the buildings on the left and right might not be a good choice.

Jin Feng looked at the situation around him, and while calculating in his mind, he filled in the last stroke, and he drew the people in the square.

Then I put the painting away and put it in the tube. The easel is a very thin split type. So he could dismantle it as he walked, and then put it in a net pocket next to the painting tube.

Jin Feng was walking towards the sloping street across the square. There is also a group of buildings here, because this is the perimeter of Bronx Square, so Jin Feng remembers that there is not far ahead, it seems that there is a commercial street.

Just as he had just stepped into the sloping street, the window on the first floor of a building to his right was pushed open from the inside, and a man stood in the window, leaned over and shouted at the people below, "Hey, man, long time no see, come up and have a cup of coffee." ”……

Looking at his appearance, he should be an overseas Chinese from the Republic of Serbia and Montenegro. But these Jin Feng didn't care, what he cared about was that the moment the window was pushed outward, a shallow reflection was reflected - the left side of the sloping street, along the first building of the street. Manifested in the window.

Jin Feng then stopped and looked there—the building had six floors. It belonged to the kind of half-new building, and he quickly calculated in his mind that if it was in the two rows of windows erected in this building, he could see most of the square.

Yes, it can only be the first two rows of windows that are erected, because in the windows after this, there is no angle for shooting at all. Unless the shooter pokes his head out and looks hard, but that man can't be so stupid - two vertical rows, six layers each.

Thinking of this, Jin Feng spared back and entered a corridor door closest to the corner, and he found a problem, there was no gatehouse on the first floor of the public stairwell here.

When he started to go up from the second floor, he walked very slowly, and he had to take a good look at almost every floor. He found a fire escape at the back of the building. So he looked out of the window where the fire escape was!

Find, this is not a good place. But it's ok, under the ladder is the spot close to the square. A few steps further to the left is the square, but at that point, it is a bit conspicuous to go down from here. People's attention will certainly be drawn to the death of Babu Ollet. Or even panic. But it's still a little more conspicuous.

Jin Feng thought about it, slowly walked out of the corridor again, and then entered another corridor. He still found a fire escape in the window. Below is a secluded alley.

Jin Feng still hadn't come to a conclusion too early, he continued to carefully observe the situation on each floor, the sixth floor was a little high. It will affect the time it takes to escape the assassination location, and the same is true for the fifth floor. The first and second floors are a bit low, and if the guards around Babuorai are tall guys, then they are likely to be obscured, and the trees on the edge of the square will also have a visual impact.

The third or fourth floors are fine, Jin Feng thought, and then he walked out of the building, took a circle from the side, and walked into the alley. The alley is relatively secluded, facing the back door of a large supermarket, and there should be fewer people passing by.

All attention will be drawn to the square that day, so although it is close to the edge of the square, it should be more crowded - a good way to get out.

Then Jin Feng walked forward for more than ten meters, entered the corner, and after walking for about twenty meters, his eyes suddenly opened up, this is a small commercial street in the Bronx, and there is a lot of traffic.

Jin Feng glanced at the environment on the street with satisfaction for a while, then raised his hand and looked at his watch, his wife still had an hour to come out of the spa, but it didn't matter, his purpose was achieved. Go back to her early. It's still more than a month before one day in September.

Sacramento......

Ordinary people wake up the next day after a hangover, and they will be more or less uncomfortable, but Sean has a dream training system that can enter deep sleep. Therefore, when he woke up the next day, he was still alive and vivid, and he did not show any mental malaise.

He was shirtless on top and a pair of black boxers on the bottom, and he didn't care if the morning erection went away or not. I got up and went to the kitchen and started to make myself some food. It's his own at home, what are you afraid of?

Yesterday he drank a lot, a little fragmented, and he remembered that Merkel called him, and then he forgot all about it. So while he was waiting for the microwave oven to be timed, he called Zhao Feng and Merkel.

Fat Zhao is still asleep, but this fat man has a good amount of alcohol, so although he is still a little confused, the conditioning is still very clear. However, when Sean asked him about last night, he found that the fat man was about the same as himself, and he had drunk all the pieces. So Sean hung up the phone again and called Merkel again.

Merkel is really fine, the main thing is that after he came, Sean and Zhao Feng have already drunk high, although they are still drinking noisily, but at that time, Merkel was basically pouring himself drinks, so he didn't have any, and Merkel drank Sean's milk. How can it be possible to get drunk?

After asking what was going on, Sean put down the phone with a smile, thought about it for a while, and sent a text message to the two of them separately - if you still have combat effectiveness, please come to my house at five o'clock this afternoon, and take a look at the whole two cups!

Brought out the food from the microwave oven, and began to stuff it into his mouth, Sean is really nothing to do today, or how to talk about food and clothing * lust * lust. He has nothing to do now, so he wants to find something to do. However, firstly, he doesn't have a girlfriend, and secondly, Minian is not in the local area, so it is not as simple as trying to find one now. Of course, there are still plenty of little girls looking for excitement.

Sean finished eating, cleaned up the dishes and dishes, washed up, and shaved. One by one, they began to make phone calls, and in Zhao Feng's Northeast dialect, it was he who started to flirt! No way! Who told him to be idle.

In the end, Sean thought about it, it was a waste of phone bills to make a phone call, so it was better to go out and buy something by yourself, and experience the feeling of a woman shopping. It's not like he's going to have a sex change surgery or anything. It's that he's not an otaku, and he belongs to the type who can do nothing, but can't live without friends.

Changed into a casual shirt and looked at the mirror for a moment, yes! Yes! You can add a lot of points to your brother's appearance, absolutely pure man.

He plans to buy himself a few sets of clothes first, anyway, the bonus must be a big one this month, what to keep for, I will give him x flowers. Then contact the fat man and them, if they don't come today, it's okay, my brother will go to a nightclub, find a few little sisters, and play with them.

With his plans for the day in mind, Sean got out of his house, got into his Audi, and drove towards the downtown shopping street.

When I entered a handmade clothing store, if I want to talk about brand goods, is it good? It's really good! But there is also a saying that no matter how famous the brand is, it is not as good as tailor-made!

After he went in, he ordered himself a black dress again, and a casual suit, all the materials are here, he is now living alone, and he is also a big-footed player, so he is a good material.

He wanted to experience the fun of women's non-stop shopping, but he couldn't experience it, why, because he was a gentleman himself, and he was such a gentleman with a relatively machismo, so he was a little impatient after just walking around for a while.

Men buy things with a purpose, for example, if they want to buy shoes, then their primary goal is to look at shoes, and men will rarely look at other things, and they have a strong purpose. But women are not, they may also want to buy a pair of shoes, but when they see something else, they have to go over and intervene. There is a big difference between the two. Therefore, Sean didn't last ten minutes after buying clothes, and he was a little disturbed. I went straight into an ice cream shop, ordered some ice cream or something, and looked at the people on the street in a daze. - It's really idle for him......

Theresa went to the Bureau of Investigations yesterday morning, because Dauphin # John had just been caught, and the follow-up matters still needed to be handled by this team leader, so she worked all morning and finally wrote a report. Then I went home and stayed at home for the afternoon.

Today, she wakes up very late, woman, sleepy animal, she is more homely, just the opposite of Sean, so she didn't get up until almost noon, just got something for herself, and after eating, she answered the phone. It was the Grand Director who called her.

But when she put down the phone, Theresa was a little anxious, what's going on? Today is the day of the final trial of the eyewitness Lance # Bolton case. It turned out that just five minutes earlier, Lance #Bolton had died. The skull was blown off by a single shot from a distance.

At that time, the agents of Group D who were following him in the Bureau of Investigation were fine, but this time, the witness died, and it was on the steps before entering the courtroom. You don't have to ask to know that the impact will definitely be huge. Therefore, the Grand Director was quite furious. Originally, Group D was in charge of this case, but now **OSS directly asked Theresa and them to take over. And it is stipulated that the murderer must be found within a week.

No way, who made Group B's solving rate the highest! It was originally ranked second, but in the few months since Sean came here, they have always maintained a 100% solving rate, so their total solving rate has directly upgraded to the first place.

At first, it was because Wayne's injuries were not healed, so the Grand Director assigned the Lansboton case to Group D, and let Group B focus on solving the church murder case. But the people in Group D are also too uncompetitive, isn't this a slap in the face of **OSS? Under the public gaze, the moment before entering the courtroom, there was a witness who was killed. Can the big director not be in a hurry?

Sean was eating cream ice cream, thinking that he might go to a leisure place to find a few sisters to play with now, but the phone buzzed.

After looking at the electricity, it was his boss, the long-legged girl Theresa!

"Hey!". Sean picked up the phone and said, "I'm Sean." ”。

"Sean! Lancebolton is dead!". Theresa spoke much faster than usual and said, "At the door of the State High Court." I'm rushing there now. ”。

"I'll be there soon!". Sean didn't talk nonsense, and after saying a word, he put away the phone and walked out of the ice cream shop, the money had already been paid before.

Halfway down the street, I came to the public parking lot and entered my own Audi. As soon as the fire was lit, he rushed to the state courthouse.

The state legislature is also not far from the city center, where government agencies such as the state government, city government, and city bureau are almost all in one place.

Sean turned the steering wheel and turned into a street, and the white building of the state courthouse could be seen quite a distance. However, at this time, there was a lot of people at the entrance of the courthouse. Onlookers, TV reporters, and so on all crowded at the gate of the courthouse.

Sean parked the Audi next to the courthouse and pinned the badge to his belt. Parting the crowd standing in front of the cordon, he walked in.

The city bureau is in this area, so there are already a lot of police officers in front of and behind the cordon to maintain order. In fact, many bailiffs in the court were also involved.

This court is the state high court, so it is more majestic. The front door is made up of many steps. At this time, in the middle of the steps, there were several people in suits with gloomy faces, looking at the crowd below. Several others were examining the body that had fallen on the steps.

Blood, and some slimy pink stuff, splattered a large patch of land.

"I'm Sean of the Bureau of Correction. ”。 Sean flashed the badge around his waist.

In fact, he knew these guys in suits. It was the people of Group D of the Bureau of Investigation. Originally, although they don't often work together, they all work in the same building, so when they meet, they also nod and say hello.

"Hey!Shaun!". A square-faced agent nodded at Sean and said, "Didn't your team leader come?"

"She'll be there soon!". Sean said, then looked at the corpse on the ground and said, "What happened?".

Quartet crossed his waist and said helplessly: "We protected him to enter the courtroom, but when he walked here, his head suddenly bloomed!

That was Sean's first reaction, and he then asked, "Do you hear the gunshots?"

"Nope!". Quartet said with a big face: "There are no suspects either." ”。

As soon as she said these words, Theresa arrived, she first came over to look at the corpse, and said to the big face, "What about your team leader?"

The director told him to meet him. ”。 Quartet said with a big face.

"Okay, you can go through the handover formalities with me, and then I'll ask you some questions!" Theresa said.

"Okay!". The four sides said with a big face, and then the two of them began to hand over.

Sean, on the other hand, looked at Lance #Boton's corpse as if he were doing a post-mortem examination.

This guy used to protect him himself, but he didn't expect him to have such a tragic end. It must have something to do with the case he was going to testify. The key is to find clues and definite evidence yourself.

looked at the corpse, at this time, Lansborn, the head of the melon seed from the upper part of the bridge of the nose, the whole was lifted away. Just lying on the steps. Blood flowed all over the ground. And there were quite a few red brains, splattered on the steps above him.

The heart said: Explosive warhead, or it can also be called a flowering bomb.

Sean took his small notebook out of his pocket and began to scribble.

At this time, Theresa had already gone through the handover procedures with the Quartet Big Face, but the three of them in Group D couldn't leave yet, because they were also present at the time.

So Theresa saw that Sean was examining the body, so she began to take notes for them herself. As for Keely and Christina, she had already called Sean again and then informed them that they were also on their way.

Sean recorded some of the findings in a notebook, then stood at the feet of the corpse, looking around at the surrounding buildings, and from time to time looking back at the location of the corpse. He was looking for a sniper's firing spot.

Since Lancebolton's body fell slightly to the left on the steps, the shooter's position should be above this line. Highly Shaun can also judge that the upgraded psychic reasoning skills after the fusion, the angle of the wound that leads to Guò Lansborn, the skull that was knocked away by the flowering bullet, the splash of blood, etc., have become a straight line in Sean's eyes.

Soon, he found where the shooter was hiding. There was a building opposite the state courthouse, a street to the left of the building, and a building, a residential building, and a window on the fourth floor, which had become gray in Sean's eyes.

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