The wind was biting, and the snow was getting thicker and thicker.

Tightly wrapped in a camel hair coat, the white tiger was going to be bad.

"I said, there hasn't been such a big snow in China in the past few years, and the clouds have drifted to the side of the United States?" Freezing a little bit of teeth, the white tiger shrunk his neck and looked at the green dragon standing in front of the car without moving.

Otherwise, people can mix with high-level cadres. Look at the Qinglong, a long dark blue cashmere windbreaker, a turtleneck sweater inside, and there is nothing else to keep out the cold. I didn't show any coldness at all. There was not the slightest change in his face.

The white tiger was amazed. Could it be that this person is cold-blooded by nature, so he is not afraid of cold? Every time I watch him do it with Qinglin, I feel that it is mysterious, and it stands to reason that he should be a hot-blooded person to do it at any time.

Qinglong looked down at the watch on his wrist, half an hour had passed since the appointed time.

In a place like Rice, a lot can happen in half an hour.

After a moment's hesitation, Qinglong decided to give Alexander a call.

The phone was always busy, and it was impossible for Alexander to release their pigeons, which only meant that something had happened to him.

"Something's wrong?" Although Baihu is simple-minded, he has never slackened when it comes to work. Just looking at Qinglong's eyebrows frowning slightly, he knew that there must have been a broken connection over there.

Qinglong looked at the screen of his mobile phone and frowned: "There is no way to infer it for the time being." ”

The white tiger's eyes turned: "Otherwise, let's take a trip?" ”

Qinglong squinted at him: "What do you know again?" ”

The white tiger smiled and scratched the back of his head: "It's not a red bee, they're not idle over there." Alexander has so much influence in the circle, how can he not pay more attention. ”

Alexander is an FBI informant, and the matter is almost known inside and outside the circle, because this wave is comparable to the Qiantang tide.

If there is anyone who holds the most secrets in this world, there is no second person except Alexander. Such a person being an informant for the FBI is tantamount to uprooting the dark world.

Alexander, on the other hand, was a man who was cautious to the teeth. I never slept in the same place for two nights, I had no relatives, and my only ex-wife had already married and cut off contact. There was almost no way to get his hands on him.

This makes many people from the dark forces seem to be facing sugar-fried chestnuts in the iron sand, and they can only look at it, but they can't do it at all.

"It's not that simple. Let's wait at the second address that Brandon sent us last night. "Qinglong is a cautious person. None of them have clean hands, if they really fall into a trap. Caught by the FBI. to the point where you don't die or go to jail. But it takes a long time to get out.

It's too much trouble, and no one wants to toss this time.

The white tiger thought about it, and it was right, if he really ran rashly. was detained. Losing the festival is a small thing, and losing face is a big thing. Can make Suzaku laugh at him for a year.

I think of Suzaku. The white tiger winked at Qinglong teasingly: "I heard that Xiaolin bumped into you and shared a bed with Suzaku?" ”

Qinglong glanced at him: "Yes." There are also two dozen computers. ”

Baihu cut off: "I thought I had dug up good material for Shenma." ”

Qinglong glanced at him: "I think you have too much waste in your mind." ”

When I'm busy at work, I don't want to share a bed, and I used to have two big men sleeping naked in a sleeping bag in order to survive on a task. If there was anything, it would have been there a long time ago. Do you have to wait until he catches ~ rape in bed?

"Xiaolin was scared half to death." The white tiger pursed his lips and smiled. Qinglin's voice trembled when he called him. I'm afraid that his brother won't be able to bend it.

Ouch little unicorn, you don't want to think about it, Suzaku is not easy to deal with, how can you be sure that your brother is on it?

Qinglong wrinkled his eyebrows, and he didn't have any hope for the brains of the younger brothers below.

Suzaku usually looks normal, but when it encounters certain times, it is more ruthless than anyone else. Xuanwu is the closest to normal people in this group, but it's a pity that the brain circuits are sometimes not on the same channel as them.

Arrived at the second scheduled meeting point, a rib house with a closed door.

The white tiger looked up, and although the door was closed, there was a slight dampness on the window. It means that there must be someone in the house.

After exchanging glances with Qinglong, the white tiger stepped forward and knocked lightly on the door.

"It's closed today and I don't do business." A slightly aged voice came from inside.

The white tiger glanced at Qinglong, and Qinglong raised his chin. Bai Hu said with a smile: "I made an appointment with a friend, didn't he mention the matter of chartering the venue?" ”

The voice inside seemed to be silent for a while, and after a while, he asked in a low voice, "What color is the sky today?" ”

The white tiger was silent, right? Where did your sister ever have a code? Ask what color the sky is, blue and white, and why is it especially cloudy today? Is it okay to say sleet?

turned his face to look at Qinglong, only to see that Qinglong was looking down and talking to someone on the phone. White Tiger recognized from Qinglong's lips that he seemed to be calling Zuo Jichuan to report the incident.

The people in the hall listened to the delay outside, and their hearts tightened.

Qinglong hung up the phone and walked over with his hands in his pockets: "The color of the sky is red. ”

There was silence in the room for a while, and then there was a click, and the door opened.

An old black man walked out and cautiously looked at the green dragon and the white tiger.

Most foreigners have face blindness to Chinese people, but this old black man seemed to know the green dragon and the white tiger, and looked at them with a little surprise.

The White Tiger was confused, and he could swear to the lamp that he had never come here to eat.

Although he sometimes has selective amnesia, as long as it is what he has done and killed the person he has killed, he will never forget it for the rest of his life. It can even be accurate to a few minutes and seconds. It's hard to forget.

The shop is small but spotlessly clean. There are a few tables and chairs along the wall, which look neat and simple. It seems to be a hidden storefront that only gourmets know about. In this kind of place that can only be found by turning around, there must be a secret skill that he does not know if such a shop can survive.

"Ribs, do you want to eat?" The old black man said with a scrutinizing face.

White Tiger smiled and nodded: "White Tiger." I'll have four sticks, and that's about the same. ”

The practice of rice is not the same as the sweet and sour pork ribs in China, and the amount of four should be about the same for an adult man. In addition, the cooked meat will shrink a lot.

Qinglong sat leaning against the window, looking down at the flickering information on the screen of his phone.

"What are you looking at?" The white tiger leaned over to see clearly.

Qinglong pushed him away: "News." Let's see what's going on around here. ”

The news of the United States can be regarded as pervasive, and the reporters are all like Spider-Man possessed, and they get the news from various channels.

Sure enough, after turning two or three pages, the phone showed that there had been a massive bomb attack at the city zoo. Bombs were claimed to have been planted at the city zoo, and the city police and fire department were busy.

"The bomb didn't explode, but it was a bit too much to defuse. Once the other party has a controller in their hands, it is too late for anything. Qinglong furrowed his eyebrows. Could it be that this matter has something to do with Alexander?

The old black man brought a plate of ribs and handed it to the white tiger. He asked Qinglong again: "Why don't you come some?" You look as thin as a telephone pole. ”

Qinglong was stunned. Raising his head: "Is there anything else besides the ribs?" ”

Meat or something...... He once ate dead deer in the forest for a month while on a mission, and after a slight rejection of meat.

The old black man nodded: "And macaroni." ”

Qinglong smiled warmly: "Then I want macaroni." The doctor told me to eat lighter recently. ”

The white tiger bit the ribs and ate happily, and couldn't help laughing when he heard Qinglong say this. Doctor? Bai Ze?

"Those sixteen people have almost no connection other than that they were all killed by the same person. It also happens to be this common point, and it is estimated that they have collectively traveled to one place. Qinglong took out the report that Gu Chengren had summarized before, and swiped it quickly on his mobile phone.

The white tiger licked his fingers: "No matter which one it is." Finding the murderer will solve all the riddles. ”

At that time, with the help of Gu Chengren. Only the last cannibalistic copycat was solved. The main Gu Chengren in front of him didn't participate in helping. Compared to serial murders. The cannibalistic perversion is even more terrifying.

The macaroni was served, and Qinglong bowed his head and ate it after thanking him. The eyes lit up, and there was a reason why this house could open in such an inconspicuous place but prosper for a long time. This old man's craftsmanship is quite good. Macaroni is so delicious. As you can imagine, the ribs will be fantastic as well.

Crunch, the door was pushed open. The white tiger put his hand in his pocket and watched Alexander in a black camel hair coat walk in with a body of snow, followed by Brandon.

"I'm sorry. It's late. It's a bit tricky. Alexander had a gentle smile on his face. But he couldn't hide the tiredness in his eyes.

Qinglong just finished the last bite of macaroni, took a napkin and pressed the corner of his mouth: "How many bombs have you defused?" ”

Alexander was not surprised how he found out, and just smiled: "Twenty." Not much. ”

Qinglong looked at his watch: "Defused 20 bombs in an hour and a half, and mobilized a lot of people, right?" ”

You must know that there are not so many bomb disposal personnel in the city police. One of the two or three groups is considered a top match. And if Alexander went, it would mean that the FBI had also been dispatched.

"The situation is more special, it was all dismantled by one person. It took a while. Alexander smiled and asked the old black man to make him a cup of coffee.

"Alone? O man of God. Defuse 20 bombs in an hour and a half that I don't know where to put them, Superman? The White Tiger instinctively did not believe Alexander's words.

Alexander smiled: "He is only responsible for demolition, and the work he is looking for is done by others." ”

Qinglong nodded silently, at this time, it is indeed necessary to have a clear division of labor, if it is only one person, then the casualties will definitely not be a small number. You must know that today is the weekend, and how many children are playing in the city zoo. Once a bomb explodes, the consequences are simply unimaginable.

"Regarding the case last time, the FBI really hasn't caught anyone yet." Alexander took off his orange sunglasses and looked at the information handed over by Qinglong.

Although I don't know what the reason is, these sixteen serial murders have inexplicably run aground. On the contrary, the last ogre died quite miserably. It is said that he was so insane that he cut his own flesh and ate it raw, and finally took out his heart before he died.

Where have the prison guards seen such a brutal way of self-harm? I'm scared a lot.

Baihu also ordered a cup of coffee, and after eating the meat, he needed to relieve his greasyness.

"If it is based on Gu Chengren's inference, this murderer has a connection with the world over there. If you catch him, you will be able to know where these people have gone? Alexander looked at the message sent by Gu Chengren, and his face was a little solemn.

I thought he was a mad murderer, but I didn't expect that his IQ would be so high, and he couldn't catch a single person in such a large-scale encirclement and interception.

The murderer is easier to catch.

Gu Chengren: ...... Nonsense, and don't look at who did it!

Alexander pushed the phone back to Qinglong: "The FBI may not be willing to let you get involved in this matter. ”

Moreover, the identities of Qinglong and Baihu are too special, the FBI will not let them go, and it is impossible to solve the case with the help of professional killers.

Baihu was impatient with this: "You go and say it to the FBI." We act on our own. Just don't trouble each other. We're just asking about something, and if we catch someone, it's yours. What do you think? ”

Alexander was stunned, he realized that the White Tiger had tied him to the FBI, and this feeling was not good or bad.

"Okay, I'll go tell you. Ask them to give you a copy of the forensic report and other relevant reports. Alexander was thinking about how to get these things out of Paul's hands.

Qinglong raised his hand to stop him: "No need, I'll just let my brother hack into the FBI system." If you come forward, maybe people won't be willing to give it. ”

Internationally wanted criminals came forward as a guarantee to hand over their reports to two internationally renowned professional killers.

The world is not far from being destroyed.

Alexander thought for a moment. It is true that there is much more trouble than the information available. And the difficulty factor is quite large. It would be great if Qinglin could find the information on his own. After all, hacking into the system is not something he can control, so naturally it has nothing to do with him.

Bai Hu looked around: "This shop is very valuable, right?" ”

Alexander smiled: "What do you say? ”

Bai Hu shook his head: "I don't know, it's just that this store actually receives people who are all national-level dignitaries." ”

Didn't you say that it was hidden in the city? Those people don't go to eat in places that are too open and transparent. Either a very high-end guild hall, or this kind of hidden shop.

In the United States, dignitaries are as high-profile as public stars. Every move has to affect many things, and if you don't say the right word, nothing will necessarily happen.

Alexander calculated the odds of catching the perverted serial murderer, and found that it was almost remote.

After all, it's been so long. (To be continued......)