Calis and Peterson invariably turned their guns and aimed at Wang Lei, but the fat man still smiled, his legs did not tremble, and he stood firmly at the entrance position.

"Peterson, you put the gun down first, no matter what the situation, no one will be able to leave here without permission today anyway." Wang Lei's attitude is soft and hard.

Peterson still didn't dare to show his head, he was a police officer on duty, and when the FBI had arrived, he had to put down his gun, and he had no choice.

Under Wang Lei's gaze, he slowly put the gun on the ground. Wang Lei nodded: "Calis, Peterson's gun has been put down, now it's your turn, you throw the gun out?" ”

Downstairs, the sniper was asking Raymond for instructions: "Haven't taken aim yet, is it allowed to kill?" ”

Both Wang Lei and Cowman heard the conversation, and Wang Lei took another step, and he could already see the upper body of Calis.

Wang Lei stretched out his right hand: "Come, Calis, give me the gun, I promise you, the FBI will give you a fair chance." ”

Calis stood up, he was short and limping along. He was just about to hand the gun in his hand to Wang Lei, when an accident happened.

As soon as Peterson bent down and scooped up the gun on the ground, he was about to point it at Calis. Although Calis had a problem with his legs, his skills did not fall, it was purely a subconscious reflex, and Calis's muzzle was aimed at Peterson first.

"Bang".

A gunshot rang out, and Calis felt like he had been struck violently by a car, and his whole body was about to volley, and he slammed sideways into the wall. Wang Lei could almost see the wall on that side from the hole on this side of his head at that moment.

As the gunshots came to mind, Wang Lei was pressed to the ground by Coleman and Julie who rushed behind him, and Peterson also squatted down again with his head in his hands, not daring to move.

No one can blame the snipers on the opposite floor, they are not wrong. They only saw through the scope that Calis was raising his gun, and in order to prevent the others in the room from being killed, they had to choose to shoot.

Wang Lei stood there blankly, is Calis guilty or not, yes, he is guilty, he killed 5 people. But who is the real guilty person in this room!

He had carefully read the fax from Coleman in the car, and Peterson had dismissed the charges because there was no one to testify.

The reason why no one testified was because a witness found by the Ministry of Internal Affairs had been killed in his home two days before the trial. The evidence at the scene indicates that this is a robbery and murder, but how can it be coincidental to such an extent!

Wang Lei knew that Peterson was the murderer, and although he was restricted by the Ministry of the Interior at the police station when the witness was killed, since he was selling drugs or providing protection for drug dealers, how could those drug dealers dare not do their best to do things for him.

Out of the corridor, Peterson walked in front, although there was no big smile, but from the back you could see his shoulders swaying from time to time, you can know that he is in a very happy mood at this time.

Outside the door, countless flashing lights were already "clicking", and dozens of reporters were holding microphones and trying to rush through the cordon, but were stopped by some policemen.

Some people are desperately shouting, "Peterson, were you sentenced by Calis for killing two dock patrol officers?" ”

"Peterson, what do you think of Calis's death? Do you think you've escaped the law ever since? ”

"Peterson, what's your mood right now?"

Peterson put away his smile and walked forward without saying a word, and at this moment, Wang Lei in the back shouted: "Peterson, be careful." ”

Turning his head suddenly, Peterson saw Wang Lei's hand pulling out of his arms.

As a police officer should react, especially the police in the United States, a special environment in which all people have guns, if the police themselves are too slow to react, then don't blame others for their death.

Peterson raised his hand and pulled out the gun, he didn't think about Wang Lei at all for why he couldn't pull out the gun, Peterson only felt that today was his lucky day.

Wang Lei wanted to kill him for nothing, Peterson also didn't think about it, as long as he killed this fat man first, so many reporters and TV hosts at the scene could testify for themselves, Wang Lei pointed a gun at himself first.

Coleman and Julie raised their arms at the same time and pulled the trigger "bang, bang, bang, bang", and two bullets went into Peterson's eyebrows, and two bullets hit Peterson's heart.

Like Peterson, someone pointed a gun at himself or his teammates, fighting back in the first sequence. After the shooting, Coleman came to his senses, and he stared at Wang Lei seriously: "What are you pulling out a gun for?" ”

Wang Lei shrugged, took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, and handed one to Cowman: "I want to throw a cigarette to him and let him take it carefully, who knows that he will turn around and take out a gun, I'm still strange." ”

The most sinister camera on the TV station also proved this, and when he went downstairs, Wang Lei took his gun to Julie. Coleman's last report was helpless about this, and after thinking about it for a long time, he still added this matter.

No one knows what Robert thinks after reading the report, but a day later, Coleman received a call from Robert's office, first reprimanding Coleman for not reporting carefully, and then asking Coleman to fully support and assist Wang Lei in all his work and life.

In the city of Los Angeles, there has been a lot of talk about Calis. There are those who praise and those who disagree, and there are the most people who pity Calis's Don Quixote-style heroic deeds of not going to hell and who goes to hell.

The Los Angeles police have once again become synonymous with incompetence, and Raymond has come to Wang Lei's side several times to borrow alcohol with Cowman to kill his sorrows.

A week later, Wang Lei accompanied the three women to Rodeo Avenue to shop, and Yang Qian chose a set of clothes in a clothing store and entered the fitting room with joy.

Ten minutes later, Yang Qian came out of the fitting room, her expression was very uncomfortable, Wang Lei glanced at it, and was sure that she had something on her mind. Holding the consistent principle of not asking too much, Wang Lei pretended not to see anything.

Yang Qian has always forced a smile on her face during the subsequent shopping, and even Wang Shui'er can see it, let alone Julie. After the two women asked again and again to no avail, Wang Shuier came to a conclusion: "The menstrual period must be the menstrual period." Julie, ignore her, every woman has a few days a month. ”

At lunch, while Wang Shui'er and Julie were playing and going to the bathroom, Yang Qian approached Wang Lei: "Go back early, I have something to tell you." ”

Wang Lei's inexplicable heart sank, and an indescribable boredom surged up instantly, which surprised the two women who came back from the bathroom, Wang Shuier almost thought that Yang Qian's menstrual period affected Wang Lei.

Wang Lei, who had no intention of eating, pulled the delicious steak a few times and threw down the knife and fork: "I'm going out to smoke a cigarette." ”

Standing in a no-man's place at the corner of the restaurant, Wang Lei extinguished the cigarette he had just lit and threw it into the trash can not far away.

He really wanted to pull Yang Qian out of the restaurant, and wanted to ask what made him so uneasy, no, this feeling was more than uneasiness, it was panic.

The women who had eaten came out and found Wang Lei squatting on the ground, Wang Lei's face was very bad, Wang Shui'er reached out and touched it, and exclaimed: "It's so hot, Wang Lei has a fever." ”

The groggy Wang Lei insisted on not going to the hospital, but his women couldn't cooperate in the division of labor, Julie drove, Yang Qian called Kaleman and asked him to ask the doctor to come over, and Wang Shuier took care of Wang Lei.

Don't go to the hospital, there are private doctors in the United States. However, the average private doctor needs to make an appointment in advance, and Coleman still has energy, and the name FBI is not an empty balloon, it is a very powerful and powerful institution.

As soon as Julie's car turned into the courtyard, Yang Qian saw Coleman and a stranger carrying a medicine box already waiting there.

The doctor checked it and told them very easily: "The patient is fine, but he is too tired, maybe too stressed, he doesn't need to prescribe medicine, just stay in bed and drink plenty of water." ”

Wang Lei felt that he was being moved to bed, and he supported himself to open his eyes: "Yang Qian, Yang Qian......"

Julie leaned over and approached him, and gently pressed her two hands on his shoulders: "Wang Lei, you have a good deal, I will call Yang Qian over, and she and Wang Shui'er will prepare some liquid food for you, this is the doctor's order." ”

Reluctantly drank half a bowl of mush made of I don't know what Lu Dao was made of, Wang Lei felt that he had regained some energy. He was half-lying and half-sitting, leaning on the head of the bed, waiting for Yang Qian to speak.

With a soft sigh, Yang Qian turned her head, not daring to look at Wang Lei's small eyes that narrowed into a slit: "Mao Qiang died a week ago." ”

"Bang", Wang Lei rolled out of bed, he struggled to get up, stumbled and fell at Yang Qian's feet, Wang Lei pinched Yang Qian's ankle with one hand: "You, do you fucking know what you're talking about?" ”

Yang Qian didn't struggle, squatted down, and caressed Wang Lei's face with one hand: "Wang Lei, Mao Qiang died, sacrificed, sacrificed at a kidnapping scene, was stabbed through the lungs by a murderer, and died of internal bleeding and suffocation." ”

"Impossible." Wang Lei stretched out his hand to support the ground and slowly knelt down: "Every time the serious crime team goes out to the scene, they wear bulletproof vests, which proves that they will be stabbed with a knife, and they will be fucking pierced." Yang Qian, don't lie to me! ”

The strong warning in the last sentence, coupled with Wang Lei's narrowed pupils that could barely be seen clearly, a dangerous aura rose in the room. Yang Qian was unmoved: "Mao Qiang is already the deputy director of the Linhai City Public Security Bureau. ”

Without any doubts, Wang Lei's eyes were dark, a fishy sweetness gushed out from the corners of his mouth, the person leaned back, the back of his head hit the floor heavily, and he fell unconscious.

It was three days after Wang Lei woke up, and Robert did not hesitate to use the FBI plane to invite two of the world's most famous medical and surgical experts from the Bethesda Naval Hospital in Washington, D.C., to regulate Wang Lei's body.