Sha Qing

Chapter 87: Possessed By A Devil (1)

They kissed until they couldn't breathe, and separated from each other with difficulty.

Sha Qing rested his chin in the nook of Leo's shoulder, still gasping, "Reason reminds me it's time to go before your sense of professionalism returns to normal-before you stick a needle into my neck as well. You still have a syringe hidden up your sleeve, don't you?"

The agent cradled the back of the serial killer's neck. The latter's re-dyed dark hair and the smooth, beautiful light wheat skin seemed to have a magical power that made his fingers sink deep into it. "If you're afraid of being caught and sent to prison by me, then stop it all for good."

"Even if I stop now, I'd still have to go to prison, right?"

"Yes, but surrendering can be exchanged for a reduced sentence." Leo dropped a kiss on his brow and said gently but firmly, "And then, I'll wait for you to come out."

Sha Qing's shoulders shook up under Leo's palms, accompanied by an uncontrollable low chuckle, which then turned into a loud laugh. He lifted his face so that the other party could clearly see his expression full of mockery, masking his deep disappointment in his heart: "Agent, you should be awarded the Outstanding Law Enforcement Officer Medal by the federal government in recognition of your continued dedication in doing your duties under such circumstances."

"I know this is difficult for you to accept, but-"

"-But I don't want to add luster to your resume, to be one of the achievements represented by that medal." Sha Qing pushed Leo away and stepped back until his thighs topped the open window, "It seems like this is the end of our cooperation. By the way, let me remind you: the remaining five members haven't left the clubhouse yet because Yavre's madness and paranoia have reached the point of recklessness, and he suspects that in addition to you, there are other undercovers amongst those people. He's holding them under house arrest, completely hidden from others. Shall we have a contest to see whether you can find them first or get killed by me?"

After leaving those words, Sha Qing fell backward, his figure instantly tumbled down the fifth-floor window.

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"Damn it!" Leo cursed as he rushed forward. He grabbed the window frame to look down, only to see the other party digging through the stone gaps of the outer wall, leap nimbly, then disappear from his field of vision like a gecko.

The dark-haired agent immediately took off his jacket, pulled out a knife and without hesitation, he cut along the seemingly freshly healed small wound on the inside of his right arm. Using the tip of the knife, he picked out a tiny blood-stained signal transmitter, which was previously hidden inside his body to avoid the risk of being found during a body search.

Two minutes later, the FBI's special operations team, code-named "Game Reserve"received a GPS satellite signal from a Pacific island hundreds of kilometers away, and upon decrypting, it was identified as coming from a signal transmitter held by an undercover agent.

"The target is 8 degrees 33 minutes south latitude, 161 degrees 10 minutes west longitude. Assault team, move in!" At the order of the agent in charge of backup, three AV-8B Harrier fighters, two CH-47F Chinook heavy transport helicopters full of more than a hundred armed soldiers, and a Burke-class destroyer from the naval base immediately set-off toward the target location.

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Sha Qing, who just made it outside the clubhouse's wall, quickly leaped into the nearby bushes when he heard some rustling sounds from the depths of the grass. He immediately drew his gun, and upon pointing it in the direction where the noise came from, he saw Danielpoking out half his head and whispering, "Hey, it's me, it's me!"