boom--

The dull autumn thunder rolled over the dyed western clouds. When Wang Ruhu came over, many people in the neighborhood went to the river bank, looking at the seven or eight cars parked there whispering, and some were holding their arms and grinning at the corners of their mouths.

In the noise of speaking, someone outside the crowd noticed the street behind him. An off-road vehicle came towards this side and hurriedly called the people in front of him to pay attention. The car slowly stopped to the side of the road. Someone seemed to recognize the figure in it and yelled while slapped the basketball.

"Isn't this Inspector Fred? Another murder in our neighborhood?!"

"It must be someone here who is taking drugs? I really want to take some sucks today. Inspector, come and catch me?"

The voices around him were mostly provocative. Wang Ruhu walked behind the group of black people and watched the inspector named Fred walk through the crowd silently. Someone deliberately approached him, but he just took a step away, as if he cared about the provocation of these people.

At this time, a group of black men rushed around, looked up and down, and pushed them from time to time.

"Our Inspector Fred seems to be on vacation?"

"How about taking your wife and children with us and having fun with us?"

"......We promise that your wife will be willing to go back with you in the future."

“Get out of here!”

Thinking about the purpose of following him, the black men are reluctant to forgive him, which makes Fred feel angry and yelled in anger: "I don't have time to bother you today!"

"Fake Squid!" A fat black man raised his middle finger and cursed in the crowd, and a sound suddenly sounded close to the river bank.

"Lacky niggers, won't pick cotton today?"

A white man in a suit and thin cheeks walked over, casually lit up the gun holster at his waist, and poked his fingers into the chest of a black man wrapped in a turban twice.

"......Tsk tsk, I don't wear Nike anymore? Do you think that hook is a bit like the scale that weighed cotton for your ancestors back then?"

A group of black men looked at each other and knew they could not afford to offend them. They stepped back and cursed for a few words before they dispersed. Wang Ruhu followed them back a few steps, leaning against a street light, looking at the detective, and listening to the other person's name sounded familiar.

It seems... Li Ran mentioned that he was intern at the Chicago Police Department.

Who are those men in black?

When he was thinking, in the sight ahead, Fred, who was rescued, did not thank the man in the suit coming towards him, but just looked at the other side of the river bank.

"Li was caught?"

"No, not yet."

The man in the suit spread his hands and turned around to gesture to the surrounding river, "He jumped into the river, or entered the woods opposite, my people are searching. Don't worry, if caught, I allow you to see him and say goodbye to each other."

plum?

As a warrior, Wang Ruhu's ears are extremely powerful. The two people who are far apart can hear clearly the conversation. Li said that he was being hunted again. Who else could be there if he was not Li Ran, and he frowned immediately.

At this time, behind the two people talking, a CIA member quickly walked over and whispered a few words in the man in the suit. The former turned his face and looked at the other person, and then his eyes fell on Fred's face.

"Inspector, maybe you can come with me to meet your student."

Inspector Fred followed behind the two and asked with a serious look.

"Catch Lee?"

"No, he's dead."

Walking into the not-so-lucent woods and stepping on the rustling of fallen leaves, Fred saw the young man lying on the ground from afar. He immediately covered his mouth and nose and squatted down, closing his eyes in pain.

After a moment, the assistant deputy director of CIA who had seen the scene came back, stood beside him, rubbing his pointed chin.

"The neck was twisted and there were footprints on the ground that were beyond ordinary people. He was a big guy, probably done with one hand, very similar to the mysterious man who caused the kind of destructive power in Professor Harris's home."

"Where is that hard drive?" Fred asked in a low voice, pinching his fingertips.

"The bag is empty and should have been taken away by the other party."

The man in the suit patted him on the shoulder, asked someone to put the body in place and took it away. Then he walked out of the woods with Fred, took out a tissue and handed it to the other party.

"Now you don't have to avoid suspicion. I think... you should go back and continue to be your inspector. Recently, Chicago is very uneasy. Spence on Fremen Street has died. Witnesses said that he saw another figure in the helicopter. According to the description, he was very tall. I think we should trust each other and work together. I don't want this place to become 'Gotham City'."

Walking across the bridge, he looked at Fred who left without saying a word and shouted again: "By the way, the body of Spencer's female assistant is not within the inspection range, don't interfere."

The back of the off-road vehicle stopped. Fred threw down the tissue that had been wiped by the corner of his eyes, took a deep breath, turned around, looked at the body bag that was being carried to the trunk of the car, and squeezed out a little smile.

"I'll find out."

After saying that, he turned around and opened the car door, started the car body and turned around and drove away. Wang Ruhu, who was standing behind the crowd, also looked at this scene and suddenly raised his eyes.

With the sharpness of a beast, his eyes swept around, quietly retreated from the nearby shadows, and turned away.

...........

From a distance, a pair of eyes passed through the window and looked out at the street outside. They watched the detective with a stubborn face throw down his tissues and drive away, take out his cell phone and dial the number.

CIA cars drove through the streets, and their rough voices spoke dullly to the other end of the phone.

"Discovering a suspicious new target, Chicago Police Detective Fred, who had a relationship with the dead Oriental man, seemed good. It was necessary to find him at his house...well?"

Before he finished speaking, his huge figure felt a chill and climbed up his back. He looked back against the phone and saw the wall behind him explode. He hurriedly raised his hand to protect the door. When the splashed brick hit him, a tall figure passed through the dust, like a heavy chariot crushing towards him.

In the competition in size, the two were almost the same. At this time, the fat white man was already huge and his strength was extraordinary. He was not afraid of a fight with the rushing figure. The dull collision of flesh and muscles and bones. The next moment, his thick arm was whipped over and was easily blocked by the figure in the smoke and dust. He saw the blocked arm of the other party grabbing his palms, and his fingertips were like sharp knives sinking into his flesh, and the tearing pain suddenly came.

In the roar of "Ah--", he used his arms to hit the other person, but his vision was spinning.

Wang Ruhu pulled the fat white man, stepped on the floor tiles and turned around. With his other hand, he elbowed the opponent's thick fat and smashed through a wall. Before the fat man's body had fallen to the ground, he suddenly climbed up on the broken wall, grabbed the wreckage of the rolling bricks and threw it into the house, turned around and jumped outside.

Boom!

The walls that flew through the air were crushed by a punch. The bricks and cement blocks were scattered. Wang Ruhu chased to the gap in the wall, and the fat man had disappeared into the night of the buildings and alleys below.

I looked at the remaining flesh and blood at my fingertips and kicked away the pieces at my feet. This was the first time someone escaped from him. I didn't expect that this fat man was so fat, with great strength and speed.
Chapter completed!