As soon as Wang Lei's words fell, Michelle clapped her hands, and everyone looked at her: "I repeat, we only need one commander, and that is me."

Looking at Michelle in surprise and inexplicably, Wang Lei knew what this sentence meant. However, no one wants to take her power and exclude her.

"This is New York, not to say a few more cops on the streets and covering the entire New York City area. Besides, we've sent enough police on the streets. ”

"I hope you can focus on the profile, if you can come up with the profile of the murderer sooner, it will be much easier for everyone, including the police on the street." Without the slightest idea of saving face for Wang Lei, Michelle's aggressive words made several people from Los Angeles completely speechless.

The beautiful back walked out of the office, Wang Lei was dumbfounded, he looked at Kaleman, looked at Yang Qian: "I, am I provoking her?" ”

Shrugged helplessly, Yang Qian spoke meanly: "Women, it's normal to lose your temper during your menstrual period, you have to understand, and you can only endure it." ”

Fortunately, Yang Qian deliberately lowered her voice very low in this sentence, and the three sheriffs argued in front of the case analysis board, which was also a way for the three sheriffs to take care of Wang Lei's emotions.

Otherwise, the fat man was reprimanded, and everyone stared at him, wouldn't he be even more embarrassed and embarrassed.

But in this way, the initial estrangement between Wang Lei and the three sheriffs disappeared, and Michelle took the initiative to pull all the hatred on himself, so that the relationship between the others was much more harmonious.

"This must be an imitator or admirer of Sam's son." Borenaz closed his eyes and opened them a few seconds later.

When Sam's son committed the crime, Beronnaz had just entered the police system, and the whole thing was very painful for Beronards for decades.

All along, Brenardz was reluctant to think about that case, who knew that when he was about to get his pension, there would be an almost identical serial shooting.

"At the beginning, if it wasn't for a parking ticket that we got by accident, we wouldn't have caught him. He kept writing to the media, writing to us, and mocking us to the fullest. Brenards had painful memories in his eyes.

Beronardz remembers very well that his partner committed suicide by swallowing a gun because he could not withstand the pressure of the public and the media during the more than year-long investigation, which is also the most painful part of Berenardz.

Everyone else was much younger, and the only one who could understand Boreonards was Coleman, who had been taught in detail by an instructor at the FBI training school.

But Coleman was still a little excited to meet a police officer who had personally participated in the case decades ago: "I think it's not a fluke that you were able to find that parking ticket back then, because of the lot of work you did!" ”

Julie's phone call told everyone to go to the information center, and she had found something there.

Before and after the scene of the four cases, Julie called up a few pictures one by one and froze them, pointing to the screen for everyone to watch: "I think the murderer is very aware of the arrangement of the surveillance cameras on the streets of New York or these crime scenes." ”

Before coming to this conclusion, Julie had done a lot of work. She tried to observe the crime scene from multiple angles, trying to incorporate the surveillance cameras a block or two away into her observation range.

Then, Julie found that no matter which direction she looked over, she could only see the back of the murderer's head, and the murderer had obviously kept his head slightly bowed all the time, and the hood just blocked the view of any of the probes above.

"What are you trying to express? Does the murderer have an internal response in the police station? It's absolutely impossible! Francisco retorted with a red face, not forgetting to look at his previous reaction.

Wang Lei shook his head, of course Julie didn't think like this: "Julie, you mean organized crime?" ”

That's right, Julie nodded. And, she made even more amazing discoveries.

"If you look at the first three cases, after the murderer opened fire, he left unhurriedly and was very calm. The last case was different, and the murderer ran in a hurry after the shooting. Julie made a comparison chart for this.

Serial killers are different from ordinary homicides in that they have their own fixed modus operandi, and it may be more appropriate to call it a belief or ritual that cannot be easily changed once a pattern has been established.

From the height comparison chart made by Julie, you can see that the murderer in the first 3 cases is about 180 cm tall, and the murderer in the 4th case is about 175 cm tall.

Although they are wearing the same clothes and have similar figures, the difference in height of 5 centimeters cannot be erased.

"I suspect that there is more than one murderer, and it is organized crime. It is only in the case of organized crime that a thorough investigation of the crime scene and surrounding surveillance facilities will be conducted in advance. Julie smiled slightly, she never wanted to be just a vase by Wang Lei's side.

Michelle was really interested in profiling, and she appeared in the room at some point. But fortunately, this time she just listened quietly to everyone's analysis.

After the discussion, Michelle instructed Julie to continue to study the previous surveillance video, and pay attention to the immediate feedback information of the neighborhood monitoring facilities at any time, and took Wang Lei and a few people back to the office.

"I'll arrange for someone to do a survey of this gang in the New York City area and try to get the results every morning. What are your plans now? I hope you can make a profile of the murderer soon. Michelle finally got his hands on asking for the opinions of Coleman and Yang Qian.

As for Wang Lei, she directly ignored this fat man who didn't let her like it.

The answer was still fat: "We want to go to the scene to see on the spot, but the information is always not as clear as the scene." I think once we've gathered enough information, we'll let you know the results of the profile. ”

On 59th Street, Yang Qian and Francisco walked slowly.

"You're attractive, you're beautiful, and I'd be courting you if I were in Los Angeles." Smiling, Francisco looked at Yang Qian's side, and her delicate skin was really charming.

"Giggles", Yang Qian laughed: "You are married, although you don't have a wedding ring." But it doesn't have to be said either. Sex. Tension topics to flirt with me, right? ”

Now it was Francesco's turn to be surprised: "How do you know that I am married?" I've heard of profiling, but I've never really seen it, so write me and see if you really know everything. ”

Julie, who was sitting in the intelligence information processing center of the New York branch of the FBI, rubbed her eyes, she grabbed the headset on the table and stuffed it into her ear: "Everyone's attention, everyone's attention, suspect found, 59th Street subway platform ......"

"Bang dang", the door of the intelligence center was pushed open, and Michelle rushed to the screen: "Where?" Where is it? ”

On the subway platform of 58th Street, a subway train has just left the platform for less than 2 minutes, and the flow of people is gradually thinning. A girl leans against a pillar with a backpack and flips through a book in her hand.

She was a little bit done and just missed the subway and had to board for 10 minutes.

A figure in a gray sweatshirt and a hoodie appeared in the surveillance, and he stood at the corner of the stairs with his head down, and saw the girl by the pillar.

The hoodie slowly walked towards the pillar, and the girl was so fascinated that she didn't notice anyone approaching from the side.

Yang Qian and Francisco pressed the headset in their ears at the same time: "Julie, we are on 59th Street, we are 200 meters away from the subway platform, arrive immediately, please call for backup." ”

Pulling out their guns, Yang Qian and Francisco desperately ran to the entrance of the subway, shouting as they ran: "FBI, get out of the way, get out of the way." ”

"Police, get out of the way, get out of the way......"

Walking past the girl, the hooded hand was pulled out of the pocket, and when she raised her hand, it was a shot, "bang", and the girl fell to the ground along the pillar, and the book in her hand was trampled under the hood.

Turning, trotting, the hoodie went up the steps of the exit and disappeared from the screen.

"Smack", the shouter in her hand was thrown to the ground by Michelle, she blackened her face and scolded: "Bastard, what about the police, where did so many policemen go." ”

Julie was busy accessing the surveillance on the street at the subway exit, and she didn't have time to pay attention to her: "Yang Qian, I saw it again, he just ran out of the subway exit and went west." ”

Yang Qian and Francisco had already seen the back of the gray sweatshirt walking in the distance, and the two of them stopped shouting, trotting around passers-by and approaching quickly.

Inadvertently, the gray sweatshirt turned his head, his face changed, and the hand inserted in his pocket was taken out, and the muzzle of the gun was shot at the two people who caught up.

"Bang", a middle-aged man with a big belly and a briefcase fell in response, blood gushing out of his back.

Yang Qian and Francisco hated in their hearts, raised their guns and shouted again: "FBI, get out of the way, get down ......"

There was a burst of chickens and dogs, and all the passers-by either immediately squatted down, or leaned against the wall, and some were lying on the ground, and the vision in front of them suddenly became brighter.

Francisco, who was familiar with the terrain, soaked in front, and as soon as the crowd flashed, he immediately fired a shot at the back of the figure in front of him while running, "snap".

The shirt hat turned just around a corner, and the bullet hit the wall, stirring up a stone debris, but fortunately there were no pedestrians in that place, otherwise it might have been reflected on passers-by.

A passer-by was so frightened by the gunfire that he slid his foot, and Yang Qian, who ran over, hurriedly reached out to help him. This delay, Francisco has turned the corner.

Francisco had just turned the corner, and ten meters away, a young black man stood there, looking at him coldly. The dot 22 caliber in the black youth's hand pointed straight at Francisco.

Before he could raise the gun in his hand, the black young man pulled the trigger, "bang", the muzzle of the gun was so faint that it was almost impossible to see the gunpowder smoke flew up, Francisco was shot in the chest, and the man lay on his back on the ground.

Hearing the gunshot, Yang Qian's heart suddenly sank.