Chapter 130 Remember to Follow Thirteen's Instructions! (Additional Chapter 9 for the Leader of 'Glorious Night')

"I love you so much."

After thinking for a moment, without any pre-information, Brian shook his head and stopped thinking about this issue.

Anyway, if it's not directed at him, don't meddle in his own business.

Targeted at him.

The corpses of the primitive sect and the FBI hunting team are all lessons from the past.

With the joy of unexpected gain, Brian called Susan's phone number.

Susan is not stupid, but she is often single-minded and careless, and can easily offend people unintentionally.

I wonder if she was bullied in London.

After waiting for more than ten seconds, the call was connected.

Brian hasn't spoken yet.

The screams of men and women came from over there.

The screams were also mixed with Susan's vicious voice: "You bitch man and woman, come to mess with me, don't run away!"

After another burst of screams.

Except for a slight hum, the surroundings gradually became quiet. Susan's soft voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hi, Brian, why did you call me after one o'clock in the morning?"

One o'clock?

Brian looked at the clock on the wall and found that it was now around ten o'clock in the evening. According to the time difference, it was exactly after one in the morning in London.

But he responded quickly:

“Hi Susan, I was planning to contact you again tomorrow morning, but I don’t know why, but I suddenly thought of you just now.

I never thought you would pick it up.

I didn’t expect God to be so loving to me, allowing me to hear your voice and easing my longing. Thank you God.

By the way, how are you doing here?

You haven't replied to the emails I sent you. "

At this time, London.

Susan sat on the two women with bruises and swollen faces. When she heard Brian's words, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but turn up, and her voice became a little softer:

"Fortunately, the people here are very good-tempered, but the food is so rubbish, which has made me very angry recently. But I just had some fun with my new friends, and I feel much better.

As for the email, I'm sorry, I can't check it recently.

The rules of the Night Stalker organization I trained in were very strict, and they often released early morning hunting activities. "

Night Stalker Organization?

Official organization in London?

Brian wanted to laugh when he thought about Susan saying that the people there were very good-tempered.

He was so stupid to worry that Susan would be bullied there.

Brian was about to say something.

Susan's phone suddenly heard a man's scolding voice.

"We'll talk later, Brian."

After Susan finished speaking, a whistling sound came from the microphone, followed by the frightened and angry voice of the man just now. The voice quickly turned into a scream, and the scream quickly turned into a plea for mercy.

Brian looked at the time.

Susan was very efficient. It only took more than ten seconds to complete the friendly exchange over there, and then picked up the phone again: "Sorry, the people here are too enthusiastic, but it's a pity that I can't bring my revolver, otherwise Communication will save time. By the way, Brian, how is the group doing? "

"It's good, but without you here, I'm always out of shape when doing things. I'm sorry, I know I may be very abrupt when I say this, but that's the truth. I can't lie to you at all."

As he spoke, Brian took out the post-it note, looked at the time recorded on it, then looked at the current time, and continued: "Susan, it's been eighty-six hours, fifteen minutes, and thirty-two seconds since you left. , I’ve been thinking about you, so remember to take good care of yourself in London, and I will protect the B6 team before you come back.”

London.

Pa da~

Susan stepped on a man's head, and the phone in her hand slipped from her palm and hit the ground.

She wanted to cover her violently beating heart, but found that her hands were too small. In the end, she could only cover her hot face and shouted into the phone: "Okay, Brian, I still have a little bit here." Let’s not talk about it now!”

Finished.

She kicked the temporary captain away from her feet, picked up her phone, and Ma Liu hung up the phone.

Do it all.

Susan just gasped for air.

damn it.

How could Brian, this bastard, say such disgusting words!

Weirdly shy.

See her like this.

The male captain who was beaten with a bruised nose and face, as well as the second generation who provoked Susan who almost died before, and the bodyguards who protected the two second generations but were all knocked down all suspected that they were hallucinating.

This violent woman actually has such a shy look?

Oh, God.

That guy named Brian must be the dragon knight in the fantasy novel who can subdue the dragon!

Susan seemed to feel the gazes of several people on the ground, and her shy face changed, turning into indifference again.

She clenched her fists: "What are you looking at!"

The second generation and the bodyguards were so frightened that they lowered their heads again.

Susan's temporary captain said with some embarrassment: "Susan, there is a new mission, and there is information about the Night Demon Organization, please don't..."

Seeing Susan's increasingly unfriendly gaze, he quickly changed his words: "I mean, the mission is more urgent, so we'd better go there first."

"oh!"

Susan nodded and walked towards the temporary team.

Looking at her back, the temporary captain breathed a sigh of relief.

His family, in the United States, is no worse than Susan's family, so he dared to use his status as temporary captain to find an excuse to take advantage of Susan, a temporary team member.

After all, who is a beautiful and capable female subordinate who has no ideas?

Now

Whoever wants it wants it.

If his body can't resist the beating, forget it.

After the temporary captain got up from the ground, chased after him, and left, the two second-generation men and women who had been beaten by Fatty got up from the ground in embarrassment.

One of the men touched his disfigured face and clenched his fists angrily: "The descendants of these barbaric sinners, Sow Luo! How dare they beat the son of an earl in the street! I must deal with her!"

Another second-generation female also had viciousness flashing in her eyes.

She was about to say something, but suddenly, her pupils dilated, she squatted down subconsciously, hugged her face, and said in horror: "It's none of my business!"

"Um?"

The so-called Earl's son saw his companion's reaction and was about to say something when a strong force suddenly grabbed his hair and lifted him up.

Susan, who had left and returned, grabbed the pretty face in front of her, with a sneer on her pretty face: "You're a sow, aren't you? Take care of me, right?"

"No!"

"Ouch~"

"My father is. Ouch~"

Los Angeles.

Brian stood on the balcony, looked in the direction of London, and sighed.

Eh.

Although I know Susan is very powerful.

But she has such a hot temper that she still worries.

I hope the family behind Susan is strong enough, otherwise I am worried that Susan will provoke people with strong backgrounds and narrow-mindedness.

It's really worrying that such a beautiful girl is out there

the next day.

Brian brought Thirteen to the office.

Old Harden was holding a cup of coffee. When he saw Brian coming, he quickly said: "Ivan and the others received some information about the dismemberment case. They came over and checked in, and then went out to work."

"It seems that their case is also stuck."

Brian asked Old Harden curiously: "The reporting center probably won't be sending any more cases. The case I have is probably going to take a few more days."

Hearing this, Old Harden rolled his eyes:

"No, our B6 team only has a few people, handling two cases at the same time is already the limit, how can we allocate more cases.

Brian, normal cases and the general solving cycle are calculated on a weekly or monthly basis, and may even not be solved immediately. Please do not regard your speed of solving cases as the norm. "

It's a pity that his vocabulary is not large enough.

Otherwise, Old Harden would have to ask Brian: If you don't show off, will you die?

Everyone is in disarray.

Brian was too lazy to hold meetings.

Green was probably still feeling a little guilty about the shooting of a minor armed robber yesterday. He rarely overslept today and didn't run to the office until nearly ten o'clock.

"Sorry, Boss Brian, I had some insomnia yesterday."

"Will it work?"

"no problem!"

Brian nodded: "That's okay. Today you are responsible for investigating the farm and the Cadillac. I will ask Thirteen to accompany you. It has memorized the smell of mud between the fingernails of the female corpse. Then you can act according to its eyes. ”

Green glanced at the yellow-haired puppy, which was only more than thirty centimeters long, squatting at Brian's feet, and then looked at Brian, wanting to ask Brian if he was serious.

Act based on your looks.

What do you think?

Thirteen was a little impatient with the wait, and shouted to Green: "Woof woof woof! (Big black dog, hurry up!)"

It's a pity that Green can't understand dog language.

He looked at Brian.

Brian shrugged and took out two twenty-dollar bills and gave them to Green: "It tells you to hurry up. The other Thirteen is growing recently and eating more. By the way, if you encounter danger, you can run away by yourself." That’s fine. Thirteen is smarter and can definitely run faster than you. You don’t have to worry about it, just take care of yourself.”

"Okay, Boss Brian"

Green took the money and went to investigate the case with his dog in a daze.

It's past eleven o'clock.

The people Brian contacted also came.

The visitors were a man and a woman.

The woman was none other than the mother of the corpse in the tree, Mrs. Gilman, and her husband, Billy Rockey Gilman.

"Hello, I am the coroner here. You can call me Brian. Do you need to see your daughter Soraya now?"

Brian looked at the two of them and approached them.

Unexpectedly, the attitudes of both of them were very cold.

Mrs. Gilman shook her head: "No, she hasn't contacted me for a long time. My relationship with her is not good. Mr. Bryan, why did you call us here?"

Billy Rockey's reaction was equally cold: "She didn't want to accept my last name and she didn't like me. I didn't see the point of seeing her body."

It can be seen that they really have no feelings for the victim Soraya.

Seeing this, Brian was too lazy to talk nonsense.

He brought the two of them to the office and began to ask about Soraya's situation.

Regarding these, Soraya's mother is quite cooperative.

She thought for a moment and said slowly: "Soraya is very good-looking, so many of Soraya's classmates want to sleep with her. They lead Soraya astray, and Soraya becomes very rebellious. Twelve Thirteen When I was 10 years old, I often didn’t go home.”

Brian nodded: "How are Soraya's social relationships?"

"It's a mess." Mrs. Gilman lit a cigarette and sighed, "I once wanted to save Soraya and hoped that she could have a better life, but she pulled a gun on me directly. Since then, I rarely paid attention to her. I only knew that she changed boyfriends one after another, of all ages and identities, and she was addicted to drugs. As long as she was given drugs, she would do anything. Later, I completely ignored her."

After seeing off the couple.

Old Harden walked up to Brian and said to him, "I feel that there is something wrong with that man."

Brian nodded:

"I can see that every time he mentions Soraya, his eyes will subconsciously look at his feet. This is a guilty reaction!

Old Harden, I need you to help me investigate the detailed information and connections of this man."

Old Harden shrugged: "No problem, but it may take some time."

Brian nodded: "Take your time, no rush."

After what Old Harden said before, he also realized that he was too tight on the case.

The case is endless.

He can bear it, but the people around him can't bear it.

Appropriate slacking is the best way.

Half an hour later, Old Harden took a stack of information and put it in front of Brian: "This is all the information about that Bilisro baseline, both online and offline."

Brian looked at the time, then at Old Harden, and remained silent.

Old Harden, isn't your efficiency a bit outrageous?

Here are 11,000 words, see you tomorrow.

Good night, brothers.