"Why are you blocking the way?"

Matthew stared at the man in the suit less than two centimeters away from him in the corridor outside the hospital operating room. Behind him, the tall and strong Chekov and a group of anti-black and anti-drug department detectives piled under the light as if they were coming to fight. Backwards, the murder department and the special police forced them to stand all over the corridor, but the two men in the suits in the corridor blocked a road with just one sentence. ←,

"Mr. Director, the order is not given by us. We are only responsible for staying here. I would like to advise that the order we have received is that anyone who has nothing to do with this case dares to take a step forward and kill him immediately."

The cold man in the suit said slowly with headphones hanging on his ears. No one in the seat behind them looked at any of Yoda and the three little guys in this direction, all staring at the operating room where the lights were on.

"I'm just waiting here!" Matthew was no longer tough. He knew that this group of bastards in I had the attribute of "will rather be arrested in the street and have to complete his mission". At this time, he was forced to do so, and only a bullet was waiting for him. So he stood there motionless, wearing a black suit and holding his hands behind his back, and said unmoved: "As long as you don't walk into that corridor."

bite.

At this time, the elevator door of the Los Angeles Red Cross Hospital opened, and the mysterious Josh followed several soldiers in military uniforms and walked in with live ammunition.

“Private.”

The man in charge of stopping Matthew shouted respectfully, and Josh was not afraid of the crowd in front of him, and asked directly: "Has the security problem been solved?"

"Privately, our people are always paying attention to all the locations that may become sniper points on the roof. The best snipers in the military defend on the three surrounding buildings. I promise you that every nearby building can aim at the locations here are within the sniper range."

"Very good." Hearing this, Josh looked back at Matthew and greeted with a smile: "Director Matthew."

"Who are you?"

Josh looked at Matthew's used to lion face and disagreed: "Agent I, Josh. The order that no one is allowed to approach the operating room is given by me. This is for Zhou's safety. Also, from now on, I will be fully responsible for this case, and the police station and the pussy should not interfere. What I said is clear enough?"

The first time Matthew was treated like this, the guy in front of him turned around and walked past the man in suit, not even leaving him the chance to get angry. Then, the soldier he brought with him was holding a gun and holding a grenade and completely blocked the entire road. Judging from the meaning, if anyone dared to step forward, he would turn into a corpse in an instant.

In the corridor, Josh walked up to Yoda and asked, "What should I call you? Is it Yoda or Charlotte?"

Yoda glanced at him in annoyance. He didn't answer, like a machine that blocked all signals.

After asking for boredom, Josh did not give up, but continued to ask: "No matter who it is, I have a message to tell you now. We have found the sniper point. Craig's shooting position was on the roof of the building a mile away. If I guess correctly, you should have stayed in that house for too long, so that he had the opportunity to find the sniper point and hit it with one shot. However, the good news is that the shooting distance of the l115a3 sniper rifle is limited to one mile. Once the shooting distance is exceeded, the lethality of this gun is limited. This is the reason why Zhou can survive until now. However, there are too many blood on the scene. The only thing I worry about is..."

"Pgm (enzyme type) 2-1, type b blood."

"What?" Josh was a little surprised at Yoda's reply, as if he was ready to wait for a second time. It seemed that he had a comprehensive understanding of everyone around him on the weekend. It was impossible for the CIA to cooperate with someone who had no grasp.

"Zhou's blood type. I've read his physical examination report and told the doctor that they had everything ready before the operation."

Josh asked, "How did you know this?"

"The weekend is B blood type, Scorpio, who likes to enjoy loneliness, can face pressure alone, is a trustworthy guy..." Yoda turned his head and did not look at Josh's eyes and said, "After I came out of the mental hospital, I used the tarot card to divine something, which required me to use the weekend's file bag."

Josh understood that this cold woman would only panic when her unique emotions invaded and instead rely on divination that she had never trusted before. There was no need to guess what this emotion was.

"Yeah." Hearing this, Josh sat down beside Yoda, smiling at Jisty across from him, but asked softly: "Don't you want to ask when we will catch Craig?"

"You don't need you."

Yoda said, "Craig doesn't know how to fly, and the only way to leave Los Angeles is to take a boat and drive. I believe you have completely blocked these two channels. After all, such a world-famous guy can just search the Internet and find his photos. It will not be good for him to be mixed in the crowd."

"Haha, do you want me to say something to you?"

Josh found that Yoda seemed to know everything he wanted to say, so he came up with this sentence.

"He won't live in the city, right?" Yoda turned around and looked at Josh and said, "There are too many road surveillance and the surveillance in the building. You have also had a cooperation agreement with the weekend. He will tell you the idiot's daily itinerary, and then you will search for every suspicious person in the route he is traveling until he has determined his goal. In such a long time, Craig has never followed the weekend, and he has not even touched the lifestyle of the weekend because he knows that he is too famous to make any mistakes."

“Connor Town.”

Josh sighed: "I have only been out of Los Angeles once in the past month in the past week. I followed the Homicide Department to Connor Town to solve the case. We found Craig's trace in the surveillance at the supermarket entrance. Although I knew he would not go back, I still ordered a check and am waiting for news."

"Did you tell me these on the weekend? Did he ask you to convey this to me after being attacked?"

Yoda fell into silence again. Los Angeles is too big. In the entire Los Angeles, Craig may have hidden in any small town. To find him is equivalent to finding a needle in a haystack.

Bee, bee, bee.

Josh's phone rang. When he took out the phone from his suit, the expression on his face began to worsen in the other person's words, and finally hung up the phone in resentment.

"Our agents told me that Craig's retreat route was full of illusions. He appeared in different blocks three times in half an hour, and then disappeared completely in the road surveillance."

"That won't be the last time."

"I feel so, too."

Josh paused for a moment and spoke, "So, is this true that you are a Russian-trained agent?"

"Yes." Yoda did not hide anything from Josh: "I have never stole any information from the United States, and even being trained as a agent is not voluntarily."

Josh laughed: "Hahaha, I didn't say that I would take assassination against you, don't be so nervous."

"Assassination is no easier than assassinating Castro."

"Is this a joke?"

Everyone knows that the only pain of the CIA is Castro. The Cuban leader has suffered 638 assassinations, poisoning, sniping, bribery of his lover and other methods in his life have been used up by the CIA. However, Castro is still alive until the day of retirement, and has repeatedly ridiculed Ia in various ways in the media, making him the laughing stock of all the agent organizations in the world. Of course, Castro is the only one who can survive to retire safely in the hands of Ia. Therefore, when Castro saw someone give him a turtle as a pet, he refused and said, "I don't need a pet, nor do I like to keep a pet that has feelings for me after a long time." This is pointing at Ia's bald head and scolding the bald donkey. That is a turtle. He actually thinks that this creature with a very long lifespan cannot survive him.

At this moment, the sky gradually dimmed, and Yoda kept staring at the operating room door, but Chekov, who was ignored, began to gradually retreat, slowly retreated to the corner of the corridor and turned around and left.

I went to the weekend to inquire about the bad Russian war machine, even if he didn't admit it!
Chapter completed!