Shhh…

The whistle sounded on the 14th floor of the Cecil Hotel. Adam walked casually to a room door in a vertical striped striped shirt and jeans with broken legs. He was so relaxed that he blew the whistle out of the tune of American country music when he leaned against the door with one shoulder.

Adam took out his cell phone from his pocket and waited for him to find the number he wanted to dial, the ease on his face disappeared, and more resentment emerged. While waiting for dialing the number, Adam even raised his eyebrows.

"Hey? Quinn, who's looking for me?"

"I, Adam." After hearing the voice, he finally returned to his original expression and responded in a calm voice.

"Oh, how was the scene? Have you started arresting?"

call.

Adam held back and took a deep breath: "Quinn, let's make a deal."

"I will hand over this murderer to you and give you a chance to show off in front of the media, and then, you will let me go back to the murder department..."

"You caught the murderer?"

"Yes, the murderer was locked to the top floor by me. As long as you are willing to make this transaction and transfer me back to the murder department, he will be yours."

"Adam, you can't hurry to go back to the murder department, let's first..."

"Why aren't you in a hurry? I--I'm a mother-in-law after she was kicked out of the murder department by you. You know that all my dreams are in the murder department. If you don't plan to help me, I will definitely call my colleague downstairs. At that time, you can only say in front of the media that this is the collective contribution of the murder department to take advantage of it!"

The other end of the phone was silent. After about five seconds, the voice of the murder of Coposs Quinn appeared: "Adam, you haven't let other colleagues rush up now. I mean, did you catch the criminal by yourself?"

"ye, if you don't believe it, you can check the database and see if what I'm saying is right. Well, it's an international wanted criminal database. The murderer's name is Alex Green, born in London. His father was the local evil leader more than ten years ago. He watched his father be high and superior since he was a child. Later, this evil church was destroyed. After being infiltrated by Cameron, an intellectual female detective from Scotland Yard, Scotland Yard and the London police jointly arrested the gang for more than 60 people. Alex, who lived a luxurious life when he was a child, fell from heaven to hell. Because his parents were both imprisoned, he was sent to a social welfare organization..."

"Alex is excluded for his identity in the social welfare organization. Only in the "hide and seek" game that everyone participates in the nun's organization will appear in front of everyone. Unfortunately, Alex is always the catcher in the hide and seek game, because no matter who he catches, he will be denied by the other party. Unless he is seen by the nun, other children in the social welfare organization will stand opposite Alex. At that time, Alex vowed to invent a way that can completely control the other party so that the other party cannot deny it."

"You also see that, that is the method Alex used to control the victims later. This method was summarized after thousands of trials and countless failures. However, when he used this method for the first time, he almost killed his friends in the social welfare organization."

"Alex is not completely immersed in the pleasure of 'suffocation-sex-high-tide'. Judging from the intellectual women he killed, he hated in his heart that the world took away his childhood life and wanted all intellectual women to taste the suffocational pain when his father was arrested."

Poss Quinn of the Homicide Department suddenly asked: "Adam, why are these materials stored in the computer in the database, but I have never seen them in any archives."

"Private, if you were willing to spend money to compare the entire database, you would have seen this information long ago. Is there any meaning to argue about this? Alex is an extreme and stubborn person. If you don't make a decision, he might choose to jump off the rooftop, then..."

Adam had known these information long ago!

But what is the state of Homicide? There, Adam is everyone's brain, and the others are his tentacles. The entire Homicide is doing all the actions like an octopus. Otherwise, how can this bureau be laid? Is Alex's portrait posted on the streets and alleys, and is Alex completely wanted on all TV shows?

So how could this handsome blonde rush to the rooftop of Cecil Hotel in order to challenge him?

The most fundamental reason for f forced him to fight against Adam was that they had more bargaining chips than Adam, and the dna left at the scene was enough for the two detectives to find the identity of the murderer.

"Ok, I'll be there soon. If all you said is true, I will do my best..."

Dou, Dou, Dou.

Adam hung up the phone, and he had no interest in continuing to listen.

Now, Adam only hopes that F will not get into his own situation, but he has not left a chair for the big masters.

"Zhou, you must hold on, and it will be over soon." Adam looked at the elevator in the corridor. He suddenly turned around, fearing that the elevator was unwilling to look, and said this to the stairs leading to the top floor.

...

A cloud over Los Angeles gave up half of the sun while moving slowly. The sun, which had been blocked by the clouds for a long time, began to bloom as soon as it emerged. Beams of light extended infinitely along the body like a fireball. It traveled like a sharp sword, which would take at least eight minutes to reach even if the speed of light was used.

At that time, Alex happened to knock the weekend down, and at the same time, the pistol in his hand bounced out of his hand for a distance.

The moment the pistol came out, the weekend was aroused by the instinct hidden in memory. He had never fought with anyone, but he would only hold the other person's neck and swing each other with the "b-b--teenager". Otherwise, it would be impossible to destroy Jimmy in one encounter after a sneak attack, causing the other person to completely lose his combat effectiveness.

"I still have time!"

Alex rode on Zhouzhao, pressing his right hand with one hand, and clenching his fist with the other hand and pulling it backwards. He did not swing horizontally towards Zhouzhao's cheek, but instead hit the bones of the nose under the gaze of Zhouzhao.

This bastard often fights with people!

On the weekend, I made a judgment when the opponent's first punch was smashed.

He is a professional fighting and grappling training. Those coaches once gave small hospitals to weekends when teaching them how to quickly subdue criminals. This led to a special word that has been deeply imprinted in the minds of weekends. This word is spasm.

Under normal circumstances, ordinary people are unlikely to punch their opponents with one punch, but those who have truly practiced can completely lose their combat effectiveness with one blow. They use the spasm effect of the human body after hitting special parts, and the bridge of the nose happens to be one of these parts.

In other words, once this punch hits, you have to lie there with your eyes closed and your nose closed for a few seconds before you can recover. God knows what will happen in these seconds, but you are fighting for your life now!

On the weekend, he was forced to withdraw his hand that supported the opponent's body, and then pushed his left forearm horizontally. His purpose was to put the opponent's punch out, or to block the punch with his own arm.

bump.

Alex's fist was blocked by the weekend's forearm, and the hand deviated from the target as if rubbing air and pushing forward. However, the punch did not deviate too far, and almost scratched it with the weekend's head. The scorching pain caused by the finger bones rubbing the other person's scalp shocked him. The guy under him seemed to react quickly.

That's now!

Before he had time to do the next move, he continued to lift his left hand. His hand was lifting his body and shortening the distance, and he grabbed the other person's neck from the back of Alex's neck along the same side. In that second, he used the strength to turn over to the left. He could not turn to the right. The opponent's support hand pressed his right hand on the right, but the left side was different, especially when the opponent's punch was not reacted.

The battle situation was reversed in this second, and the two bodies flipped over together. On the weekend, they just knelt between Alex's legs. Once they successfully turned over from their disadvantages, the next second was the time to fight for someone.

I didn’t play fist with Alex at this time on the weekend, and only fools played fist with criminals!

He reached out and touched his waist. When he grabbed something and pulled it back, there was something else in his hand.

Alex was stupid, and he saw an Asp baton in his hand over the weekend.

Click!

The same second the baton was thrown away, I swung it over the weekend and first smashed it on the wrist that grabbed his right hand...

Bang!

"ah!!!"

After Alex's wrist was smashed, he screamed and let go of his hand tightly holding the other person, and suddenly kicked out. The kick was not very harmful, but it could make the other person and himself distant.

bump.

Zhouzhao secretly hated Alex's luck. The opponent was so painful that he had closed his eyes and could still kick himself out with one kick. Zhouzhao knelt on the back and turned over. While getting up, he watched Alex quickly stand up on the ground. The other party stood there with one hand covering his wrist, staring at the wild wolf.

He didn't know Alex's growth environment, nor did he know how many fights he would have to fight before he came out after entering the London Social Welfare Organization as Alex. At this weekend, he just felt that the baton in his hand was good, much more reliable than those imitations. At least he didn't pull it down with all his strength and then broke off several sections and flew away.
Chapter completed!