"Toy Killer"

Dean put the note away, nodded to the waiter, and turned to leave.

This is no ordinary café, but an intelligence stronghold of the NSA.

As an intelligence organization supported by the U.S. Department of Security.

The NSA's intelligence system, with its high privileges, can even directly view the non-top secret documents of the FBI and CIA.

When Dean transmitted the murderer's killing methods and behavioral characteristics to the NSA's inquiry system, it took less than half an hour for a text message to notify him to come and receive intelligence information.

The reason why it's so troublesome.

Mainly on the NSA side, unless it is a network security line, the flow of information between them is not allowed to be transmitted through online means.

Intelligence in hand.

Dean called Harry, who was still struggling, and walked out of the café.

When they leave.

A blonde woman walked up to the waiter and asked curiously, "This is the special agent who is valued by Director Amon?" He looks really good. ”

The waiter looked at the woman expressionlessly, and squeezed out an ugly smile: "The next time you try to get this from me, I will cut out your tongue, fry it in butter and taste it slowly." ”

As he spoke, he licked his lips, anticipation flashing in his eyes.

The blonde woman's heart was filled with a chill.

She knew that the Sima-faced waiter in front of her was not joking.

This pervert really wants to eat her tongue.

The woman quickly covered her mouth, hurried away from the back door of the café, cowered in the corner of the back alley, and took out her mobile phone.

In the organization, Dean's intelligence information is not cheap.

She's going to make a small fortune.

Suddenly.

The woman seemed to have sensed something, and raised her head vigilantly, but as if she had seen some terrifying monster, her pupils shrank slightly, and she said a little unnaturally: "Hello, my name is Murphy." ”

Dean looked at the still immature beauty in front of him and grinned, "You seem to be paying attention to me, do we know each other?" ”

Murphy felt a vague sense of unease in his heart.

She choked up and salivaed: "I know you, but you don't know me, some people say that you are a friend of Director Amon, and I happened to meet you today, I am surprised that you are handsome." ”

"So you're also a member of the NSA?"

"Yes, but I'm just an ordinary field officer, you can understand that I am still in training, and if I am more specific, I can't tell you due to confidentiality regulations!"

As he spoke, Murphy quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out an employee ID issued by the NSA to show that he was not lying.

Dean smiled when he heard the word informant.

Shit informant!

In fact, it is an intelligence dealer who has been co-opted.

This kind of person, strictly speaking, is not an internal member of the NSA at all, and can only be said to be an idle person who is affiliated with the NSA brand to eat mixed rice, with complex composition and low reliability.

But sometimes.

These people can often provide the NSA with some very secret information, and they usually don't have to spend money to support them, so the NSA likes to develop this kind of 'member'.

Dean glanced at the document handed by Murphy, and after confirming that it was true, he nodded:

"Well, actually, if you're curious about me, we can go to some more appropriate places and have an in-depth exchange, instead of hiding in the corner and secretly staring at me.

It's easy to misunderstand. ”

"I'm sorry, but the main thing is that the NSA has very few special staff.

This kind of post is generally used for gold plating for those who have the right to do so.

So not only me, but many female staff members will be curious about you. ”

"It's a pity that I'm not a second-generation power."

Dean shrugged, took out his phone and looked at the time, and said with some regret:

"Nice to meet you, beautiful Murphy.

It's a pity that I have some things to do now, and my companions are still waiting for me on the street.

I'll come back to you when I'm done.

We could have a meal together, and I was curious about the NSA. ”

"No problem!"

Murphy agreed.

Dean nodded and turned to leave.

Until Dean's back disappeared before his eyes.

Murphy covered his American specialty, 'Grapefruit,' to restrain the heart that was almost jumping out of his chest.

Survived!

For some reason.

She knew Dean well.

This is a murderous and addicted headshot detective, even more vicious and ruthless than some of the members of the organization she knows!

Once caught by the other party, he will definitely die.

Calm down.

Murphy made sure there was no one around, and then picked up his phone again.

After she quickly broadcast a string of numbers on it, the originally rudimentary screen on the phone automatically switched and turned into a blood-colored interface, and at the same time, the image of a small speaker flashed in the lower right corner.

This means that communication has now entered a secure channel.

She hurriedly called her friend.

Moment.

The phone was connected, and a charming female voice came from inside: "Murphy, what's wrong?" ”

Murphy lowered his voice: "I was at NSA Stronghold 13 and met Dean. ”

"Dean?"

"Dean!"

The woman on the other end of the phone exclaimed twice in a row before she said excitedly: "Is there any detailed information, you know, his current information is not cheap." ”

"I don't know, the person in charge here is a pervert, I can't afford to mess with him, but according to my lips, I can see from Dean's mouth that he seems to be talking about 'toy killer', maybe looking into a certain case."

Murphy told everything he knew.

"Wow, what a coincidence."

On the other end of the phone, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with anticipation: "Murphy, there is a good show, your information is very valuable, I can give you five game coins." ”

Murphy's eyes beamed.

An organization's in-game currency can currently be exchanged for more than $10,000 in cash, and it is the kind that is laundered.

Five coins is a minimum of $50,000 in income!

It was good luck today.

Hang up the phone.

Murphy whistled and prepared to go back to the café.

As a matter of fact.

She came over today to get on business, but she just happened to meet Dean and wanted to make a fortune.

Murphy was still basking in the joy of the harvest.

She blew a cheerful ditty as she opened the back door.

The next moment.

The joy on Murphy's face froze.

I saw that in the passage of the back door, Dean, who thought he was leaving, took a rudimentary radio and grinned at her: "Surprise!"

What is a surprise?

This horse is called a surprise!

One moment Murphy was still thinking that she could buy a few more bags this month, and the next moment it was as if she was falling into hell and saw Satan waving at her!

“FK！”

Murphy didn't hesitate.

Her right knee was pinned down to Brother Dean's hideout.

Dean flickered, dodging the killing attack as he grabbed Murphy's hair and lifted her head to reveal her snow-white neck.

A creepy rush surged into Murphy's heart.

She seemed to realize what was going to happen next and wanted to beg for mercy.

Zizi~

Accompanied by the sound of water.

A circle of blood-colored spray burst through Murphy's throat and finally turned into a blood-colored shower representing the passage of life.

Ten seconds later.

Murphy's originally frightened but bright beautiful eyes were completely frozen and lost their charm.

Leave the corpse behind.

Dean flipped his right hand, and the blade between his fingers was retracted.

People who have malicious intentions towards themselves.

Regardless of men, women and children.

He has only one principle: physical destruction!

The Sima-faced waiter who was originally at the front desk appeared behind Dean: "Agent Dean, you made it so bloody, I need to spend a lot of energy cleaning up." ”

"Well, here's the cleaning fee."

Dean took out a stack of loose bills and placed them on Murphy's still warm corpse: "I still have to deal with my friend's case, this woman's body, please help deal with it." ”

Sima faced the waiter at the front desk and licked his lips: "Don't worry, it's just a small character who has been co-opted, since she wants to sell your news, she is caught, and if she dies, she will die, I will deal with her cleanly!" ”

Dean nodded, walked over to where Murphy had called, retrieved a receiver the size of a pigeon's egg, and walked briskly out of the no-man's alley.

Murphy thought he was gone.

In fact, Dean went directly to the front desk and called the person in charge here, that is, the Sima-faced waiter, and listened to Murphy's phone chat together.

After all.

Kill people on the other side's turf.

If you don't say hello in advance, some can't make sense.

As for keeping the mouth alive, there is no point.

For the intelligence agencies of the NSA and FBI, the things of the Lucifer Game Organization are known to everyone who should know, and what cannot be known is not something that passerby characters like Murphy can touch.

Kill the reckoner.

It's just that I didn't expect the 'Lucifer Game Organization' to end up eyeing myself.

I just don't know what they want to do!

Dean wanted to call Anthony, but the phone rarely didn't get through, so he had to go back in the evening and send an email explaining the situation, hoping that Anthony could give him some pointers.

Roadside.

Harry lit up a third cigarette with some boredom.

When Dean came out, he said he had a stomachache and went to the bathroom.

This time, it has been on for almost ten minutes.

Harry had reason to suspect that Dean was constipated.

Just when his mind was divergent.

Dean, who had disappeared, reappeared in front of him: "Let's go, Harry. ”

Harry nodded, ready to go for a drive, when suddenly his nose twitched, and he looked at Dean in surprise: "Man, you won't come out with too much force, causing local hemorrhage, right?" ”

He was on Dean, and he smelled a faint smell of blood.

Dean rolled his eyes: "If you talk nonsense, I'll let you bleed locally!" ”

Harry shrank his head, opened the car door, and drove back to the police station.

In the car.

Dean pulled out the note he got from the café.

The above information is relatively brief:

Toy Killer:

"Sain, male, 44 years old, from Alabama.

This is a surgeon who has been in prison for bad medical malpractice.

He has a perverted obsession with human tissue, and likes to stun people and replace a certain part of the victim's body with a 'toy'.

Take one thing, leave one thing behind!

Sain is obsessed with this kind of game.

This stage.

The victims were just crippled, but none of them died.

His playfulness became bigger, and he began to simply 'fix' the victim on the steel pipe, and then directly transformed a certain part of the opponent's body into a toy.

Until a blunder.

Sain left his blood at the scene of the crime.

In the end, the police found him based on blood information, and in the basement of his home, they found the missing remains of many victims.

Although there is no complete chain of evidence, it is determined that Sein is the toy killer.

But it's a special thing.

In the end, Sain was convicted of serial torture and murder, and he was imprisoned in March 1998, and has not yet been released from prison.

From the time he went to prison.

Alabama's toy homicide substitutions are no longer happening. ”

Seeing the last few lines, Dean thought he was reading it wrong.

Henry's death is undoubtedly the same as Theon's method of killing.

His eyes were taken away and made into toys, partially penetrated to cause massive bleeding, and delicate surgical techniques

This is consistent with the information on the intelligence.

The only problem is that Sain is still in a prison in Alabama.

The other party has no chance to commit a crime at all!

"Is it a copybook?"

Dean touched his chin and looked at Harry who was driving: "Man, I asked some industry insiders, and he told me that Henry's method of death is very similar to a perverted method called 'Toy Killer', have you heard of it?" ”

"Toy killer?" , Harry shook his head hesitantly: "There shouldn't be, otherwise I will be very impressed by Henry's 'peculiar' death." ”

"Okay, then we can only hope that Daisy's side can get the other party's information."

Dean closed his eyes and said no more.

The next day.

Dean came to the office early.

Harry arrived before him.

This poor fellow, his eyes were bloodshot, and there was a strong smell of smoke on his body, like a licking dog trapped by love, and he seemed to have found that he had helped others raise children for more than ten years, and there was no light in his eyes.

Dean covered his nose: "You won't smoke a cigarette all night, will you?" ”

"Almost." Harry looked up at the ceiling and said boredly:

"I told Sarah yesterday that his brother had a misfortune.

The salad was sad.

I was trying to comfort her.

As a result, after thanking me sadly, she called a woman.

My daughter still calls the woman 'Eighty-Eight.'"

Harry looked sad and indignant: "This stinky bitch is a tool person who uses me as a tool to give birth to a child, and he didn't think about letting me see the child in the future, and after knowing that my brother died, he clearly told me that I can't see the child in the future, otherwise I will lose my job!" ”

Dean looked sympathetic: "Okay, it seems that you met Lala's surrogacy, man, she is even reluctant to spend money to buy pregnancy seeds from the black market, and chooses to prostitute you for nothing, which is really excessive." ”

Harry was comforted and uncomfortable.

He struggled to tilt his head up.

Kings shouldn't shed tears for women!

Can't cry!

…

Daisy: They haven't come yet.

Dean yawned and prepared to pour himself a cup of coffee and enlighten Harry again.

Crunch.

The office door was pushed open.

Holtz rushed in in a hurry, and was relieved to see that there were people inside.

Looked at.

Dean wondered, "Man, what's the urgent thing you can't call?" ”

"Because it's inconvenient to call!" , Holtz spoke quickly: "Early this morning, there are people from Alabama, with the approval of the director of the police commission, ready to take Henry's body!" ”

"What!"

Dean stared: "Why, how can Alabama have something to do with our side?" And Henry died only yesterday, how did they know? ”

"Because of me"

Holtz's face was full of helplessness:

"I looked up the blood from Henry's fingers, and it turned out that there was genetic material on it, indicating that it was an inmate serving a prison sentence in Alabama.

Out of curiosity.

I called them.

As a result, early this morning, someone came over there.

They said that the discovery of Henry's body could lead to the reversal of the charges against the criminal, so they had to take the body away as part of the evidence. ”

!

Rob my case?

Dean grabbed his coat and walked towards the forensic department with a cold look on his face.

(End of chapter)