Los Angeles Detective

Rest area parking lot, inside a gray old-fashioned RV.

In front of the car, there is a ceiling TV, which is broadcasting the Los Angeles morning news.

A red-skinned Caucasian man was sitting at the dining table eating a steak. The steak was medium-rare with bloodshot eyes. The steak looked very tender, but it was unknown how it tasted.

The sound of the TV is not loud, and it can still be heard clearly in a quiet RV.

[Hello viewers, I am Nami Inoue, an intern reporter from CBS TV station, and I am going to broadcast an important news now.

At one o'clock in the morning this morning, a biochemical terrorist attack occurred in a bar in Los Angeles. The victims were all infected with the same virus and died in miserable conditions.

The FBI has sealed off the scene. According to the information I obtained from various investigations, the number of victims last night exceeded 40, exceeding the number of victims of the attack on Steven Community College. Moreover, this biochemical virus is very powerful. It can cause death.

As far as I know, there was only one survivor in the terrorist attack on the bar last night, and he has been transferred to the hospital for treatment. I would like to appeal to everyone to pray for him and hope that he can recover soon. I will continue to follow up and report... 】

The white man eating steak suddenly raised his head and stared at the TV screen. His eyes looked a little scary. He could no longer listen to the words behind him. Excited and excited expressions appeared on his red cheeks, "Survivors?"

He was short of breath, "I finally got it. It's you."

Three o'clock in the afternoon, Josephine Hospital.

There are people coming and going in the corridor on the 5th floor of the hospital, and everyone is busy in their own way.

A male doctor in a white coat pushed a medical trolley to Ward 505. The man was wearing a mask and could not see his face clearly, but his bare skin was a little red, and he looked in through the window of the ward.

"Creak..." There was a sound of the door, and the white male doctor opened the door of the ward, and walked in pushing a small cart.

The Caucasian male doctor observed the ward. There was a Mexican patient with red skin, haggard face and wearing a ventilator lying on the ward. He didn't see anyone else, so he slowly closed the ward. door, pushed the trolley to the side of the ward.

The Mexican patient on the hospital bed had his eyes closed and seemed to be in a coma.

The Caucasian male doctor checked the patient's name and diagnosed symptoms on the hospital bed with a happy look on his face.

This is the survivor he was looking for, and also the immune body of the Yagora virus.

This white doctor is none other than Severo Yuli, an expert on biological and chemical weapons.

Severo Yuli softly called the patient's name, but the other party did not respond and was still in a coma.

Severo Yuli took out the blood collection equipment from the trolley, and clumsily tore open the packaging of the needle with his left hand.

He didn't move fast, and the palm of his left hand seemed to be attached to something.

At this moment, the toilet door slowly opened, and a black-haired young man rushed out, "FBI, don't move!"

The movements of Severo Yuli's hands were stagnant, and he looked up towards the direction of the toilet. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he snorted coldly, "Department of Robbery and Murder, Luke Lee."

"you know me?"

"I saw your news report. You killed Tappany Reagan."

"He committed suicide."

"It was you who drove him to a dead end. Strictly speaking, he is not a bad person."

Luke joked, "You're right, he just wanted to kill dozens of people with biochemical weapons."

Severo Yuli asked, "The news of the survivors is that you deliberately released it to lure me into the bait?"

"It was reported by a reporter. I just guessed that you might come and wanted to meet you."

Severo Yuli provocatively said, "Then did you guess that I can also walk out from here?"

"Of course, the premise is that you wear handcuffs."

Severo Yuli moved his left hand slightly, pressed down with his thumb, and untied the white coat with his right hand, revealing the bomb inside.

He showed Luke his left hand, with a small remote control device taped to the palm, "I have pressed the start button, as soon as I release my finger,

'boom……'

You, me, everyone on this floor will die. "

Luke cast a sideways glance at the patient lying on the hospital bed, and changed the subject, "So you guessed that the FBI would set up an ambush here."

"I'm not sure, but I don't have a choice.

If you deliberately leaked the news of survivors, it means that you have seen my cards.

Sooner or later I am a death.

That's right, I've been cornered by you guys, Tapani Reagan and that group of Middle Easterners with their brains have been killed by you, so I can only come in person.

But if you think I'm going to get caught without a fight, you're underestimating me.

If you shoot, I will let go, and everyone will go to see God together. For me, it is only two days sooner or later.

I don't really care about it. On the contrary, it's a pity for you, a promising young man.

In the words of those dog-licking journalists, Los Angeles needs you. "Severo Yuli deliberately sniffed and laughed.

"Your voice is disgusting. I kind of regret seeing you, it might affect my appetite for dinner."

"Then agree to my terms."

"What conditions?"

Severo Yuli pointed to the hospital bed with his left hand, "I will leave with his blood."

Luke breathed a sigh of relief. Judging from this sentence, the other party thought that the immune body existed, and the FBI was just leaking information to set up an ambush.

He didn't know that the so-called survivors were fake.

For this point, it is actually not difficult to figure out.

The immune body is Severo Yuli's only life-saving straw, his hope of survival, and he subconsciously does not want to believe that the other party is a fake.

He is in the middle of the game, without the perspective of God, and cannot be seen clearly by the bystanders.

Severo Yuli shook his left hand, "Hey, how are you thinking? Should I leave, or let the whole hospital be buried with me?"

Suddenly, a figure flashed by the hospital bed.

The reddened patient on the ventilator sat up and grabbed Severo Yuli's left hand.

"Bang bang bang..." Luke shot directly.

One shot hit his right arm and the other hit his right shoulder.

"ah……"

Severo Yuli yelled, his body trembled in pain, his legs went limp, his body fell on his back, and he looked at the patient beside him with sinister eyes.

He wanted to let go and die together.

But the strength of the other party is surprisingly great, how does it look like a patient?

"Fuck, you bastards lied to me, you will die, you are the real beasts." Severo Yuli cursed hysterically.

"I'm going to kill you.

I want to die with you. "At this moment, Severo Yuli fully understood that there were no so-called survivors at all.

It is also impossible for him to develop a cure drug, all this is a scam from beginning to end.

Severo Yuli's mentality collapsed.

Armon Haynes snatched the remote from him.

Luke handcuffs him.

In fact, this plan is not very clever. The reason why Severo Yuli didn't see through that the immune body was fake was because he was too obsessed with it, and caring made him mess up, which affected his thinking.

The gunfire caused a brief commotion, which was quickly quelled by FBI agents lurking outside.

More FBI agents stormed the ward.

Severo Yuli was pressed tightly by the detectives, his hands and feet were handcuffed, his jaw was removed, and his teeth were checked to prevent him from committing suicide.

However, in Luke's view, the other party's desire to survive is so strong that the possibility of suicide is unlikely.

Luke patted Armand Haines on the shoulder, "Good acting."

Amon Haines grinned rarely, "It's the first time someone has praised me like that."

He was not very satisfied with the task of pretending to be a patient. He felt that he was like a mascot.

Because Severo Yuli suffered a gunshot wound, he was not brought back to the FBI immediately, but was first treated in the hospital for the gunshot wound.

Considering the danger of Severo Yuli, FBI agents have been watching by the side.

When Severo Yuli's injuries stabilized, he was immediately escorted back to the FBI's Los Angeles office.

FBI interrogation room.

Severo Yuli was handcuffed on the interrogation chair, perhaps because of the pistol wound, and his red skin was a little paler.

Luke and FBI Deputy Director Lynn Blois lead the interrogation.

Lynn Blois opened her notebook and asked, "Name."

"Severo Yuli."

After he finished speaking, he raised his head and asked Lynn Blois, "Who are you?"

"Sorry, I forgot to introduce myself, Deputy Director of the FBI's Los Angeles Office, Lynn Blois, Head of the Counter-Terrorism Division."

Severo Yuli spread out his hands, "Congratulations, you can go to work now."

"Our goal is not only you, but also the terrorists behind you."

"I'm afraid that will disappoint you. Those guys are hiding in the Middle East, and the FBI can't reach them."

"Then it's none of your business, just tell us everything you know."

"Why did you tell you? Can I not die if I tell you?" Severo Yuli sneered and laughed at himself, "Your methods are of no use to people like me, maybe I can't wait to go to court He was already sick and dead.

I am well aware of my physical condition, and the immune body you fabricated is my only hope.

You are a bunch of bastards, do you know how cruel your actions are? "

"You have deprived nearly a hundred people of their lives with biological and chemical weapons, so what right do you have to say that you are cruel in front of us?" Lynn Blois stood up and walked to Severo Yuli, "How about we make a deal? ? Tell us everything you know, and I can guarantee you a safe time before you die."

"What if the deal is not established? Will you kill me immediately?"

"Don't dream, when the time comes, you won't be able to die even if you want to. We have plenty of means to deal with you, and it may even hurt your family."

"I'm not wrong, you are really despicable."

"There is no need to be polite when dealing with people like you. If you are really not afraid of death, maybe I really can't do anything about it, but a person like you who is greedy for life and afraid of death can't stand the FBI's interrogation at all. Instead of being tortured, what better way?" You might as well say it yourself."

Severo Yuli glared at Lynn Blois, "You are quite straightforward."

"You are not an ordinary criminal, but a terrorist who kills without blinking an eye. Even if I chop you up, no one will hold me accountable."

Although Lynn Bulova's tone was very flat, Severo Yuli knew that she was telling the truth. Severo Yuli had seen too many fearful people who could not survive or die when he was in the Middle East.

He knew very well that he didn't have the beliefs of those people, and he couldn't go through those processes.

"I want to live in the best prison in Los Angeles, the best medical care."

"I'll look at the arrangement, it's not what you want, it's what I give you.

And my attitude depends on your performance. Lynn Blois returned to the interrogation table, her tone unquestionable, "Tell me everything you know, the motive of the terrorist attack, the laboratory for manufacturing biological and chemical weapons, raw materials, etc., the more detailed the better." "

Listening to Lynn Bulova's interrogation, Luke didn't interrupt, and he was secretly learning the FBI's interrogation methods.

I have to say that this department is really cool and violent.

Lynn Blois's attitude has always been very clear. If you don't tell me, I will fuck you, and make your life worse than death. I am afraid that there is no human rights here.

If it was changed to the Los Angeles Police Department, the suspect would have already called a lawyer after being threatened in this way.

From the perspective of deterrence, the FBI is much larger than the Los Angeles Police Department.

Severo Yuli sighed softly, "In 2018, I was sent to the Middle East to conduct research on biological and chemical weapons.

We have done a lot of experiments, and the subjects of the experiments are terrorists arrested locally. Although the experimental methods are cruel, they have indeed broken through some technical shackles, and the results have been remarkable.

In 2020, I felt unwell. Although I hadn’t been diagnosed at the time, I understood my body and knew that something was wrong with my body, so I applied to return to China for treatment.

Soon after returning to China, I was diagnosed with Yagora disease.

I found that there are only a few cases of this disease in the world, and the time from onset to death is only 3 to 4 years, and because there are too few cases, medical institutions know little about this disease, and there is no treatment for Yagora disease at all. Drug.

I don't want to die.

I approached several pharmaceutical companies and wanted to ask them to develop drugs related to the disease. I knew they had the ability to do so, but they all refused.

The reason is very simple. There are too few people suffering from this disease, and even fewer people are using the medicine, and the cost of research and development of the medicine is too expensive. They don't say they are making money, and they can't even recoup the cost. So they sentenced me to death in a disguised form.

I don't want to die, I can only save myself.

But self-help is not easy. I am an expert in biochemical virus weapons, but not an expert in drug development. Faced with this disease, I am helpless and can only use other methods to save myself. "

Lynn Blois asked, "The way you save yourself is to create terror."

"Yes, this is what I am best at. Don't those pharmaceutical companies think that there are fewer people with this disease? Then I will make more, so that they will have the motivation to develop therapeutic drugs. Even if they don't want to, the government will Forcing them to develop.

And I also learned that there is a small group of people who are immune to the virus that causes this condition, and if the blood and bone marrow of that person can be obtained, there is an opportunity to develop a specific treatment drug.

I know this plan is difficult to succeed, but it's the only way I can. "

"How did you and Tapani Reagan meet?"

"We met in the Middle East, and his team served as our guard, and we had a good chat at that time.

Not long after I returned to the United States, he also retired.

He is also unlucky, not much luckier than me. I am dying, and he is dying.

When I saw him again, he had already become a homeless man. I bought him a drink and chatted poorly. I could feel his hostility towards the government and society.

So I pulled him into a terrorist organization.

The idea of ​​the wretch was to get rid of the adulterer, and I did it for him, and I think he'd be glad if God told him about it. "

Lynn Blois asked, "How did you get involved with Middle Eastern terror?"

"The production of biological and chemical weapons requires funds, laboratories, and raw materials. I can't do it alone. Moreover, I need to find an excuse for myself to create a biological and chemical attack, so I will cooperate with terrorists in the Middle East. They want to rescue terrorists. Sub-boss L338, and I simply want to create a biochemical attack.

I know the American government, they will never release the terrorist leader, and I can use this as an excuse to continue launching chemical and biological attacks.

Until the U.S. government forced pharmaceutical companies to research specific medicines for Yagora's disease or found people who were immune to the virus.

If I simply carried out a biochemical attack, you might guess the purpose. At that time, I would be very passive and have no chance of winning.

As for the group of terrorists in the Middle East, they are also happy to recruit a terrorist in the United States, and we can be regarded as hitting it off. "

Luke asked, "You killed the independent investigative reporter Arnett Stone, too?"

"Yes, that slaughterhouse was one of our strongholds, and Arnet Stone was doing a journalistic investigation of ex-veterans, and he followed Tapani Reagan to the slaughterhouse and saw things he shouldn't have seen.

We had to kill him, and then we disposed of his body using cold storage and machines.

I know it seems cruel, but I didn't think much of it at the time, I just wanted to dispose of the body in the easiest way possible. "

With the testimony of Severo Yuli, the dismemberment case can also be closed.

Afterwards, the two asked Severo Yuli where the biological and chemical weapons were manufactured, raw materials, sources of funds, etc.

The interrogation lasted more than two hours.

After leaving the interrogation room, Luke's chest was already hungry.

But the mood is happy, and the sense of crisis that may face a biochemical attack at any time has been lifted.

The door of the observation room next to it was also opened, and an old Caucasian lady came out. She was not tall, had gray hair, and a kind face. She offered to shake hands with Luke, "Hi, Luke, nice to meet you."

Luke shook hands with the other party, and looked at Lynn Blois with a questioning look.

Lynn Blois didn't speak, just stood aside quietly, her reaction is not difficult to guess.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Ayesha Gard, and I am the director of the FBI's Los Angeles office."

"Nice to meet your wife."

"Me too, handsome boy, welcome to the FBI's Los Angeles office.

I have prepared an office for you, you can move in anytime.

Come on, I'll take you around. "