As soon as he finished texting David, a string of numbers that were so long that they almost overflowed the screen appeared on the screen of his mobile phone.

Brooklyn stared at the string of numbers that clearly did not belong to Earth, and remembered the mysterious Michael.

He answered the phone, and was about to ask Michael why he was so mysterious, when he heard Michael's hurried voice on the phone.

"Drive, quick!"

Brooklyn was stunned.

"Run!"

Winter, winter, winter~

Just as Brooklyn was about to make a move, there was a knock on the glass from the side.

He subconsciously turned his head to look, and saw a shadow wearing thin goggles and tightly wrapped around his body.

Brooklyn's gaze shifted downward, and the child's hole quickly enlarged.

Bang!

Bang bang!

Bang bang ~~

Across the road, Dexter, who was still hesitating, heard the gunshots and reacted quickly, holding his head in his hands and lying down in the cab.

“…… 18，19，20.”

Dexter whispered a few shots, exactly 20 rounds.

The gunfire paused for a moment, then the sound of cars rang out, and then faded away.

After another half a minute of waiting, Dexter sat up.

A little spring can already be felt in New York in March, but spring only belongs to the daytime, and now it is night.

Dexter opened the car door, and the wind happened to blow on the empty road, and Dexter couldn't help but shiver.

He hesitated for a moment, trotted to the door across the road, and the phone in his hand had just finished dialing the number, ready to press the dial button.

"You...... It's all right......"

Dexter's thumb hovered over the dial key, and he didn't press it for a long time.

After a long period of inactivity, the screen of the smartphone went off automatically, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

Even though the door on the driver's side was smashed, even though the inside of the compartment seemed to have been washed with blood, even though the man who fell in it was lying on his side, even though he was still twitching slightly. Albeit...... Dexter still recognized it at a glance, this was Brooklyn Lee.

Dexter hurriedly shouted Brooklyn's name to keep him awake, while smashing the glass with his elbow, reaching in to open the car door, and when he reached out to check for his injuries, he stopped again.

An evil idea popped into the air.

He knows who I am! Know what I did!

He sent me a DNA report!

This is a great opportunity!

As long as you leave him alone and pretend not to see him as you pass by, he will die.

20 shots, he could not have survived.

He's dead, and no one in this world will ever know I'm the Bay Area killer anymore!

This thought made Dexter's heart pound.

But when he turned to leave, he couldn't take a step.

He thought again of Brooklyn's revered scene.

That's what he envies and yearns for.

And he didn't tell himself!

Just as Dexter and the Celestials were fighting, two dazzling headlights rang from far and near, and the engine rumbled.

A red sedan appeared in front of him, and the speed began to slow down.

Dexter was shocked and quickly closed the car door.

The red sedan stopped, the windows were lowered, and a woman with long blond-brown hair poked her head out.

"Need help?"

The lady asked enthusiastically, her eyes curiously looking at the car in Brooklyn.

Dexter hurriedly stepped forward, blocking the female driver's view, and a standardized smile appeared on his face.

"No, no, thank you. I guess it's just a little bit off. ”

The female driver glanced over there suspiciously, but was blocked by Dexter's adjustment of position.

“ok。”

The female driver withdrew her gaze, waved at Dexter, and started the car to leave.

The surroundings were plunged into darkness again.

Dexter walked towards his car.

He opened the toolbox, took out a pair of gloves and put them on, took out a canvas bag from under the saddle and opened it, and after making sure that the tools were all there, he walked towards Brooklyn with the canvas bag.

The female driver just saw herself, she might call the police, I have to speed up.

It may not be too late to set up.

You need to find a remote place to do it.

Last time I went hiking with Rita, there was a small cabin on the mountain, which was very nice.

Dexter thought as he walked, and quickly decided on his follow-up plan.

When I came to the car, I had just opened the car door and was about to tow Brooklyn out when I heard a slight noise in the car.

"Ahem...... cough cough cough ......"

"Yes...... Who is it...... Where......"

The sound of Brooklyn's beetling was heard.

He looked weak, with only a faint heaving of his chest, and his well-cut coat was riddled with irregular holes, around which there was a slight scorch from the burning of gunpowder.

Beneath the holes, black fibers are exposed, and further down are white shirt fabrics.

However, the snow-white shirt was already stained with red blood at this time.

He's so weak!

Dexter stood by the car door, looking at Brooklyn, thinking.

The thick smell of blood came to his nose, and the weak struggle of his prey stimulated Dexter's excitement.

He reached out and grabbed one of Brooklyn's arms with a trembling hand, ready to pull the man out.

"Don't ...... Ahem...... ...... moving"

Brooklyn, who had changed from lying on his side to his back because of Dexter's movements, said weakly.

Dexter obediently let go of his hand and slowly withdrew his arm.

In the other hand in Brooklyn, a revolver is being held!

Dexter wasn't sure if there was a bullet in the revolver, if Brooklyn had the strength to shoot, if he wasn't even sure if it was a real gun, and why a judge had a gun in his car.

But he didn't want to take any chances.

He hadn't seen a child who had tormented him to a nervous breakdown!

Rita is still waiting for herself at home!

"I have no ill will."

Dexter raised his hand and stepped back.

"I'll leave now."

"Ahem...... Ahem......"

Brooklyn coughed, blood running down the corners of his mouth onto the seat and dripping down again, pulling out sticky threads.

He laboriously spat out a mouthful of phlegm mixed with blood, and his breathing became very heavy.

His chest began to rise and fall violently and irregularly, like a broken bellows.

"Dexter?"

Brooklyn could tell from the voice.

"Call the police, call an ambulance."

As Brooklyn spoke, she felt the rapid loss of her physical strength, and her heart ached.

“please。”

Add the word 'please' to make your tone less blunt.

With that, Brooklyn shuddered, and the arm holding the pistol fell weakly.

A strong feeling of drowsiness hit him, and at the same time, he felt a tightness in his chest, as if he was pressing a thousand weights, constantly squeezing the air in his chest, causing a dull pain in his lungs.

I'm probably going to die......

Thinking so, Brooklyn completely lost consciousness.

Dexter looked at Brooklyn, who was in a coma, and his face was cloudy.

Eventually, he put down his canvas bag, opened the roll bag, pulled out a pair of sharp scissors, and cut Brooklyn's coat.

Gently pressing on Brooklyn's chest, Dexter quickly came to a conclusion.

The 20 bullets did not hit all of him, and the bulletproof vest he was wearing in Brooklyn weakened most of the bullet kinetic energy for him, and several damages in his left chest and lungs were completely caused by the gunman's repeated activation of the bullet by aiming at a point.

Who would walk around in a bulletproof vest every day?

Dexter was rambling as he helped Brooklyn with emergency treatment.

………………

Cigar Club Entrance.

Frank Regan, with his coat on, was waving goodbye to some of his old buddies as he walked down the steps.

Seeing that the old men had found their cars and were ready to get into them, he turned his head and walked forward, reaching for the keys in his pocket.

Around the corner, a strange-looking figure wearing transparent goggles suddenly appears in Frank's sight.

Frank decisively let go of the car key, and the slightly blessed and agile cat bent down and rolled to the side on the spot, while pulling out the gun and shooting at the strange man.

Bang~Bang~

Gunshots rang out in the parking lot, followed by a shrill sound of sirens. The lights flickered in a mess.

The strange man screamed, held the pistol in an extremely irregular position, and shot all the bullets in Frank's direction in one go.

……………………

53rd Street.

David was driving to Ray and Brooklyn's quarters when he turned a corner and saw a smoking car in front of him.

The car stopped in the middle of the road.

The road from NYPD to the three-storey house is very remote, and it is fine during the day, but there are almost no pedestrians and vehicles at night.

As soon as he saw the car blocking the road, David stepped on the brakes, then took out the gun, opened the insurance, and vigilantly opened the car door.

"Hey! Buddy! Are you okay? ”

He asked as he sat in the car and shouted at the smoking car.

He was answered by a strange-looking man and a barrage of bullets.

David immediately retracted his head, lay on the passenger seat, hooked the door with his foot and closed it, released the brake with the other foot, and drove the car in an extremely weird posture, frantically retreating.

………………

Tonight's New York City is anything but calm.

The already busy 911 response center exploded.

After answering the center fryer, the NYPD also fryed.

They received news that Director Frank Reagan had been attacked in the parking lot in front of the Cigar Club, and that the leader of the murderous team, David Portman, had been shot on his way to work!

Not long after Mr. Governor was assassinated, the chief of the New York Police Department and the head of the murderous team were shot and assassinated!

Just as the police were dispatching urgently, new news came from the response center:

e.. Chief Justice Brooklyn Lee was shot!

……………………

By the time Ray arrived at Bellevue Public Hospital, Brooklyn had been wheeled into the operating room, and Dexter, covered in blood, was sitting in the doorway.

Dexter was surrounded by several police officers who were taking notes.

Ray pushed through the crowd and came to Dexter, grabbed Dexter's collar, and dragged him out.

The surrounding police tried to stop him, but Lei rudely pushed him away.

Several police officers were pushed around, but they did not touch the guns, preparing to forcibly subdue Lei.

They were all people who had attended the Brooklyn banquet and knew about Ray's relationship with Brooklyn and David.

"Calm down, Ray." One officer said, "It was Dexter who saved Brooklyn." ”

"Brooklyn was shot, and it was Dexter who happened to pass by and saved him."

After sweeping his gaze for a while, he stopped at the police officer who spoke.

"It's better to be like this."

He let go of his hand on Dexter's collar and pressed Dexter back to his seat.

"I know who you are, Dexter." Ray pressed his hands on Dexter's shoulders, bent down to stare into Dexter's eyes, and said word by word, "You'd better pass by." ”

After warning Dexter, Ray whispered an apology to the officers and left the hallway in silence.

Walking outside, Ray touched his hair irritably and pulled out his phone.

"Hello? Old Olaf, in New York? ”

"I need your help."

"No, it's not an organizational matter, it's a private matter."

"I know." Ray took a deep breath, suppressed his emotions, and said patiently, "I know this has nothing to do with the organization...... No, I know it's against the rules, but my family was shot just an hour ago and is now lying in the operating room. ”

"I'm sure, I need you to investigate all the firearms that are coming into New York City through black market channels, pistols, model numbers I'll tell you about later...... I understand, I know it's a violation of discipline...... Well, I know it's dangerous...... No problem, I'm under investigation by the organization, and I have no complaints even if I am dismissed. ”

"Okay, thanks."

Hanging up the phone of Olaf Sr., it happened that David rushed over.

"How? How is Brooklyn? ”

David asked, panting, running up to Ray.

Ray shook his head, "I don't know. ”

"David, I don't know. I ......"

"Why aren't you with him?" David interrupted Ray and asked.

"I ......" Ray opened his mouth, but couldn't say why.

"You should keep Blue safe."

David's tone of voice was not as gunpowder as the previous one, but every word in his words was soaked in disappointment.

Ray lowered his head, clenched his phone tightly, and did not speak.

The two stood facing each other for a long time before Lei raised his head, "Who did it?" ”

David shook his head, knocked his shoulders off Thunder, and walked inside.

Walking into the hallway, Dexter was alone in his chair, and the officers had already finished their notes and left.

David sat beside Dexter, stretched out his arm and roughly hugged Dexter, and said in a low voice

"I know what you've done!"

"Did you shoot Brooklyn?"

Dexter shook his head.

His whole person seemed a little unwilling, and he let David hold him without saying a word.

"What do you see?" David went on to ask, "Who is the murderer?" What does it look like? Why shoot at Brooklyn? What is his purpose? Do you know him? ”

Dexter continued to shake his head.

At this time, his mind was constantly echoing the words of David and Ray.

I know who you are!

I know what you've done!

What do they really know?

Dexter speculated in his mind, but the image of Brooklyn lying in the cab kept coming to mind. The tip of his nose seemed to smell a strong smell of blood.

It was a smell that fascinated him, and to him, blood tasted like a big m.

Dexter shook his head, trying to keep the smell of the beast that called within him away from him. He tried to stay awake, asking himself over and over again:

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What do they really know?