Sha Qing

Chapter 22: The Grim Reaper Breaks In Through The Window (1)

As the sky darkened, a Chevrolet Suburban drove into the FBI Chicago building's underground parking lot. Leo turned the ignition off and pulled out the key. He touched the intact bandage of the still painful wound on his back, opened the door and slowly stepped out of the car.

The two stab wounds were neatly sutured by a doctor in a private clinic in Thomson village, and his arm that was punctured and rubbed by gravel was also treated. After being transferred with 400 cc of blood, strength returned to his body. He changed to a new, clean outfit and he felt much better, except for the occasional pain from his wounds that couldn't be ignored.

"Currently on your menstrual period huh, Little White Face? You have a bloody smell on your body." A vigorous voice popped out behind him.

Leo turned in a bad mood, and said coldly to the bald man, "You better pray that you can work in the FBI for a lifetime, otherwise, I will one day put a gun in your mouth!"

"One day, if you can really beat me even once, I will admit that you have a 'gun'." Anthony said provocatively.

Leo felt the freshly stitched wound burst in to pain. He turned around without saying a word. He knew that him retaliating was exactly what this guy wanted.

Anthony got in front of him in a couple of steps and blocked his way. "Hey, don't be so cold. Sometimes, I do care about my colleagues... You're injured? It's fresh blood..." He took a deep breath, and intoxicatedly said: "It smells really good."

Leo thought that this bastard was even more perverted and violent than all the murderers he caught before but, the other party was currently in the same camp. What's even worse was that he can't beat him.

Thinking of that expert he met earlier today, Leo's mood turned even worse, and with a somber face said "Yeah, I was injured and almost fell in the hands of a murderer who uses Mad Dog Knife. By the way, that guy's fighting style is the same as yours, even with the same pale yellow color of your eyes. That wasn't you, right?"

""

Anthony froze, " Mad Dog's tactical knife? Same fighting style as me? Pale eyes? Hell, you remind me of some damn guy- I can't wait to kick his head like a watermelon, let his blood and brain spray out on the walls and the ceiling! What else is did you see? Is his entire right arm covered with burn scars? "

Leo was surprised and his dark blue eyes widened. "Burn scars! There is indeed a large burn scar on the back of his right hand, shaped like a bat, but I didn't see if there is one on his arm ... Do you really know this guy?"

Anthony spouted a series of curses, mixed with some Portuguese and Russian, and even though he didn't understand those words, he could feel the hatred and resentment from his voice. After the bald man was satisfied with his violent scolding and blatant curses, he finally changed back to English: "'Devil King' Evans! I'm betting my head on the line that it must be that damn idiot! Two years ago he was swept down by 'War Tiger' and he suffered some minor injury. For fear that the enemy would take the opportunity to find his door, he hid to who knows where and disappeared. But I was unwilling; I tried hard to find him several times, and finally heard that he fled to Siberia. If it wasn't for the terrible cold weather there, I would never let go of that son of a bitch! "

Leo said solemnly said to Anthony, "Go to my office, we need to have a good talk."

Anthony froze again, revealing a stunned look: "You- you're inviting me to your office? Is it raining red... Maybe, you like being beaten in uniform inside your office?"

Leo could not bear it and cursed, "I fucking want to talk some serious business with you about the serial murder case! Get your ass in there!"

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Samuel Evans, 36 years old, an Israeli- American from the Siberia training camp, former black-market-fighting champion, nicknamed the 'Devil King', and currently listed as the number one suspect in the chess serial killings in Chicago.

After the federal warrant was issued, Rob felt relieved and said to Leo who was still frowning, "Relax man, at least we already have a suspect."

"If we can't catch him, he will always remain a suspect." The black-haired agent answered with dissatisfaction. "Besides, there is another one!"

"Just catch him, and the other won't be able run. They're a pair of 'good friends' aren't they?" Rob took away the hot coffee he just bought and took a big sip, "Caffeine is bad for your recovery. You should drink fruit juice."

The office door opened and Li Biqing rushed right to Leo's face and asked, "Are you hurt? Is it serious? Where's the injury? Did you get it treated properly? Why don't you go back and rest!"

"Hey, boy, slow down. Can you ask your questions one by one?" A narrow smile hung on Leo's lips that diluted the usual grimness and calmness on his face, which made him look younger and more handsome.

Li Biqing realized his gaffe and smiled, a little embarrassed. He approached the agent's side, and gently touched the bandaged back. He breathed in a cold air, as if he himself was the one who had a wound tore on his back "Does it hurt?"

"Not bad." Leo felt the warmth of the place he touched penetrated through the thick bandage- it was better than the analgesic effect of morphine.

"You need to have a good rest and work less before your injury is cured."

"I know, don't worry."

"This evening, I'll cook a pot of snakehead fish and peanuts soup for you to drink. The Chinese medicine says that it will promote wound healing."

"Oh, Chinese medicine ...... can you not put the strange bark roots and grass to it?" Leo made an embarrassed look, but his eyes flashed with a pleasant sunny light.

"Rest assured, it tastes good. I made it for Molly before, and she liked it very much." Li Biqing vowed.

Leo's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly became silent. After a moment, he politely said, "Thank you."

Li Biqing seemed to feel that his mood was a little wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was it about, so he answered quietly "No problem..."

Rob revealed a miserable look then turned his head as he didn't want to look at the two idiots anymore.

At this time, the head of the task force Alfred, walked in and inquired at Leo with a caring and sympathetic tone: "Are you okay? I didn't expect these two damn bastards to have their eyes on you."

"Just a little flesh wound, no problem." Leo smiled calmly.

"I'm worried- even if they didn't succeed this time, that doesn't mean that they don't have a back-up plan." Alfred said with concern. For his own, and public reasons, he didn't want a criminal investigator sent by the headquarters to become a victim in a case he was responsible for. "You need to strengthen your protection measures. Leo, I will send additional people to stay with you 24 hours."