Crime Hunt Files: Bloody Angel

「At the same time, Los Angeles, USA」

After hiding Tongtong, Bai Ji'an held the gun in one hand, leaned on the railing with both hands, and overlooked the entrance.

rustle……

The left earphone sounded.

Han Feng sat in the laboratory facing the computer, controlling all the surveillance inside and outside the house.

"So far, there are two intruders. One is outside the window above the kitchen sink, and the other is lingering in front of the front door. It is predicted that they will pry the door open within two minutes."

After receiving the information, Bai Jianan snorted in response.

"Ji'an."

"Ok?"

"Do you have any idea of ​​the purpose of this person coming?"

Bai Ji'an said regretfully: "Not now, but there will be some later."

Han Feng said solemnly: "Be careful, don't underestimate the enemy."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door lock was opened.

Two strange men walked in front and behind. The bald man in the lead raised his chin to the thin man behind him, and both of them pulled out the pistols in their coat pockets at the same time.

Not interested in fighting any longer, Bai Ji'an raised his gun and aimed at the bald man's right wrist.

boom!

The wrist exploded, blood gushing out.

The man looked at his bloody hand, opened his mouth in horror and let out a terrible howl.

"where?!"

The thin man held the gun in both hands and looked around like a headless fly.

The gun is pointed at wherever the eyes look.

"Really?" Bai Ji'an frowned speechlessly, and just before he jumped over the railing to the next floor, he said, "Look there."

Aiming at the human-shaped cushion, Bai Ji'an flew downstairs.

The moment I landed, I heard a loud bang under my feet!

The sound like breaking bones startled Bai Ji'an.

He quickly moved his feet away and saw a slender young man lying on the ground in pain with his right forearm abnormally bent.

Broken.

He just stepped on it.

For a moment, the two people who were seriously injured by him, front and back, lay on the ground wailing, holding their right hands respectively, as if they were deliberately committing fraud.

Bai Ji'an ignored them, turned around, took out a hemp rope from the wall cabinet, cut it into two pieces, and tied each person's hands behind their backs with half of the rope, so that no one was too long and no one was too short.

Bai Jianan grabbed the two men's shoulders, one in each hand, and leaned them against the wall.

Shoulder to shoulder, the two of them simply leaned against each other and cried bitterly.

It was such a miserable sight that anyone would point at Bai Jianan and call the police.

Bai Jianan pulled over a bar stool and sat down facing them.

I wanted to wait until they calmed down and then ask them what happened, but the two American men ended up crying louder and louder, more miserably.

Until the transparent snot flowed into his mouth, Bai Ji'an couldn't bear it anymore and kicked both of them on the shoulder!

"Shut up."

He was tired of hearing it.

The two were stunned for a moment, and seemed to realize that Bai Jianan had no intention of taking their lives, and began to cry as they pleased!

The wailing sound made Bai Jian'an's forehead throb with pain.

Suddenly, he pointed his gun at their foreheads and said grimly, "I'll say this for the last time, shut up."

The murderous aura that surged up like the best painkiller in the world, frightening the two of them so much that they immediately held back their tears and pursed their lips.

"Ji'an."

Han Feng said softly through the headphones.

"They are hooligans who dropped out of school and have been in the news for gang fights."

Little gangster?

Bai Jianan glanced at the pistol lying on the ground.

Model: Colt 380 automatic pistol.

It is lightweight and compact, suitable for personal self-defense, and its price fluctuates around two hundred dollars.

It’s cheap, but it’s not something that ordinary hooligans can buy casually.

"Someone ordered you to do that, didn't he?"

Hearing this, the two were shocked.

For thin young people, their mouths are ahead of their brains.

"You can see that?!"

The bald man raised his elbow to bump him and imitated Bai Ji'an's tone: "Shut up!"

"That's too late."

Bai Ji'an knocked the bald man's shiny head with the muzzle of the gun.

"From now on, if you want to live, you have to answer whatever I ask. Otherwise."

Bai Jianan loaded his gun and moved the black muzzle left and right across the two men's pale faces.

“This is free America.”

The bald man swallowed, stretched his neck and said, "You dare not!"

"How did you get it?"

"You, you know that someone is behind us, which proves that someone knows we are looking for you! If we don't go back and disappear, the FBI will definitely come to arrest you for murder!"

Bai Ji'an chuckled, making the two of them feel uneasy.

The thin man said, "You, what are you laughing at? Is there anything wrong with what my brother said?!"

"You actually expected a person who gave you a gun and ordered you to break into a house and kill people to call the police to find you..."

Bai Ji'an lowered his head and twirled the pistol as he asked.

"How old are you?"

Although they looked less than 20 years old, the actual age of most Europeans and Americans did not match their appearance, so he could not make the most accurate judgment.

After the last elbow strike, the thin man had obviously learned his lesson.

He turned his head and looked at the bald man, as if waiting for his eldest brother's permission.

Seeing that they didn't say anything, Bai Ji'an deliberately asked, "Are you over 30?"

"Eighteen!" The bald man glared at him, "You're only thirty."

"Eighteen, don't you want to study at this age?"

"I didn't pass the exam."

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"two."

"Is it spicy?"

“It must be spicy.”

"They don't study anymore?"

"Why do you care so much? What's the point of reading? Is reading useful?"

"You are their only boyfriend?"

"Of course!"

"Are you sure?"

"nonsense!"

"Where do you usually hang out?"

"Garfield."

"never heard of that."

"You haven't even heard of Garfield! Which country are you from?"

"Why must I have heard of it? Is it famous?"

“Who in Los Angeles wouldn’t be terrified after hearing this?”

"So, the person who ordered you here is the boss there?"

"No, stranger, I haven't seen him before."

"That means I have heard of Garfield's name for a long time, and I came to find you."

"Forget it, guess it."

"To be able to enter and leave Garfield unscathed, he must be tall and mighty, with a fierce look on his face, and no one dares to mess with him."

"No, he's a little taller than me, barely 1.80 meters."

“Isn’t that quite high?”

"Who said that! Any man out there is taller than him."

"You don't."

“I’m still growing!”

"Yes, men can live to the age of twenty."

Bai Ji settled down and talked to himself dejectedly.

"That would be strange."

"what?"

"If Garfield is as famous as you say, how did he manage to walk in there alone without anything happening?"

"There are bodyguards, isn't that obvious?"

"Bodyguards, well, rich people."

"He's richer than us anyway."

"If that's the case, if he wanted to kill me, why didn't he just look for an assassin instead of you?"

"It's very expensive for a professional killer to take action! He doesn't know you, so how can he decide whether to spend a lot of money to hire a mercenary, or save some money to hire an ordinary one! Besides, the rules are there, and he can't really kill you, so what can he do?"

"elder brother!"

The skinny man grimaced in disappointment.

"Why did you tell me everything!?"