Understand.The mosquito agreed without hesitation, just give me a little time, a little time, a little time There was a crackling keyboard knocking sound in the earpiece, the mosquito's nagging disappeared at some point, Brant also subconsciously held his breath, and soon, with a heavy key sound, the mosquito whispered: There is!
What do you think?
I just hacked into the police archives and it's not that hard.Look what I found, Brian · Moser's Archive!
He's been treated at Miami No. 1 Psychiatric Hospital, from seven to twenty-six, oh my God, he's been in it for nineteen years Mosquito said a sudden meal, and there was surprise in his voice, huh?
What's wrong?
Brant asked.His mosquito voice was a little dry, and he fled.Brian escaped three days ago, and the mosquito stole the surveillance at the time, and only saw an extraordinarily thin man, stunned the ward rounder, changed into the other party's clothes, and walked out of the mental hospital with extra calm.Can you find him?
It's not easy, Brandt.I know, but if there are any clues, please let me know.Brandt said: "Send me a copy of his file if you can."
Of course.As soon as the mosquito finished speaking, only to hear the bite sound, Brant received an email.When I opened it, it was Gobrian's archives, he read the information carefully, encrypted and stored it in the memory palace, and the copy in the mobile phone was completely deleted.It's been nearly two hours since the three Brandt left their broken cars and headed south.I don't know if this section of the road is so remote that you can't even see a single figure, let alone hitchhike.After walking for a while, I can already faintly see the end of the highway, there is a large-scale convenience store, which is basically on the outskirts of town, not far from Miami.They decided to try their luck at the convenience store in front of them, and maybe the kind clerk would send them to the city for the sake of their appearance, or maybe the car that found the clerk would drive away without noticing, and both of these happened to be the areas in which Mr.
Cavrey excelled.Brant and Jason waited outside, watching their warriors head off to battle.But things didn't go the way they expected, and Neil was gone.It's not right.Brant frowned, Neil is a master of deception, and now it is just a trivial matter like borrowing a car, and it is impossible to expose it.So what's the emergency?
With that in mind, Brant planned to follow and take a look.Jason followed him step by step, he took two steps and found this little tail, he couldn't help but have a big head, you wait for me here, I'll go see Neil.Jason took another step forward and said no with action.Brandt: Okay!
Anyway, the other party is not a weak chicken without combat effectiveness, and if you really want to say it, I am afraid that it will be more than Neil, Brant thought for a while, and then agreed to Jason's follow-up plan.The two of them didn't delay any longer and walked briskly towards the convenience store.The convenience store was not far away, five or six minutes away, and as soon as Brandt pushed the door open, half of his foot was still outside, when he was hit head-on by a pistol.Let me see, here are two more fat sheep?
The fat tattooed man swaggered over, and threw cash, rings, watches, and mobile phones into my bag!
Brant quietly looked around, there were four robbers, wearing cheap masks, holding inferior pistols, and to be honest, they were not very combative, and they were easy to solve.The only trouble was the hostages, Neil and a man dressed as a clerk were blocked behind the counter, and a few people huddled in front of the shelves, looking to be dressed as customers, and the two groups of people were not far away, and they were guarded by a robber with a gun.The black pocket was in front of him, and Brandt threw the phone into it very cooperatively, and I still have 50 dollars in my boots, although there is some smell, do you want it?
Don't talk nonsense, be honest!
The tattooed man slammed the bag forward again, and that's what it meant.Brant slowly half-crouched down, put his hand into his boot, and then fell back sharply, dodging the muzzle of the gun against his head.Seizing this gap, Brant's waist jerked up in an incredible arc, and he drew a thin, short blade from the cuff of his boot, turned and exerted force, and the knife fell in his hand, slashing at the tall, thin man who was pointing a gun at him.One.The tall and thin man let out a terrible scream, clutching his bleeding wrist and kneeling, the sound of the pistol falling to the ground like a signal.In the next moment, he circled behind the tattooed man and grabbed both of his arms and twisted them fiercely.Two.Hearing only two crisp clicks, the tattooed man's arm fell limply, and it was already broken.Brant frowned and moved his right hand, the heaviness was still obvious, otherwise it would be easier to deal with this kind of miscellaneous soldier.At the same time, with a gushing sound, the robber who was guarding Neil fell limply, and his old friend shook the baseball bat he had touched at some point, and smiled narrowly.Three.He teased: Should I cooperate with you to say this?
Brandt: Brandt suddenly felt stupid for reporting the numbers just now!
Three of the four robbers fell in the blink of an eye, and just as they were both looking at the last robber, there was a sudden gunshot, and the last short man fell straight on his back, his forehead pierced, and blood kept pouring out.It turned out that Jason picked up the pistol that the first robber dropped on the ground at some point, and the last one turned out.You killed someone?
Neil frowned, although he is also a criminal, he only commits economic crimes, he doesn't like guns, and he doesn't use guns, and he still feels a little uncomfortable when he sees a teenager killing people without changing his face.Jason apparently accepted this well, correcting him: I killed the scum.He deliberately pronounced the last two words very seriously.His mental condition has improved a lot, but most of the time he is still angry, especially when he sees these robber villains, it is even more difficult to control himself.Why should the wicked be sent to prison to eat and drink well, and the people they kill and the families they destroy are all killed and ruined in vain?
He remembered the clown who could always escape and bring greater disaster to others, no matter how many times he was imprisoned in Arkham, and the gloom in his eyes deepened.It's not fair, scum doesn't deserve to live.It was a bit of a rage, but he didn't care.Looking coldly at the other robbers, who were stunned, he turned his gun and aimed it at the tattooed man.There was a faint siren outside, and the clerk breathed a sigh of relief, his voice was still a little shaking, the police finally came!
I just secretly called the police.A few sobs from the customers were the joy of the rest of their lives.But Jason's hand holding the gun didn't drop.Neil glanced at Brandt and lifted his chin to Jason, his eyes signaling that something was wrong with the kid.Brant had no choice but to restrain his anger from the fight, and tentatively walked over and patted Jason on the shoulder.Nice, not excluded.It's over, just give me the gun.He continued to probe it, gently pressed Jason's hand holding the gun, and slowly pressed down!
The door was suddenly slammed open, and a woman in body armor rushed in with a gun, and the people inside were not allowed to move!
You're surrounded!
Brandt: WTF?
He looked at Jason worriedly, and sure enough, the other party's expression suddenly became cold and hard, and he re-exerted his wrist and aimed his gun at the robbers.Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
With three shots without any mud and water, there was no more life among the robbers, and the hostages began to scream one after another.The convenience store was instantly a mess.Damn, he knew it was going to be like this!
※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※ Chapter 5 Fifth Psychopathic Brant looked up at the policewoman who specialized in making trouble, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became.Are you Debra?
Brandt glanced wistfully at Debra, his youngest sister, who was also Harry Middot; Morgan's biological daughter, he and Dexter were adopted by Harry, and only Debra was his only blood.However, this sister has not been able to inherit Harry's police talent since she was a child, in addition to kindness and compassion for the weak, she is not physically good, her marksmanship is not accurate, she does not have Dexter's reason and his calmness, and she is very willful many times.But Debra is still their youngest sister, their favorite sister, because she really loves them and accepts them as family.Before coming, I got information from Mosquito and knew the current situation of his younger brother and sister, I have to say, it was shocking.Dexter has been violent since he was a child, secretly killing a lot of small animals, he once thought that the other party would become a criminal, but he didn't expect that with Harry's efforts, Dexter became a forensic doctor.Debra is too impulsive and easily integrates personal feelings into her work, but she didn't expect to inherit Harry's mantle and become a police officer.Of the three brothers and sisters, only the eldest was still a vagrant, and when Brant thought of this, he suddenly felt a little ashamed.Debra & middot; Morgan didn't know that the pale young man in front of him, who seemed to be blown down by a gust of wind, was the tall and strong eldest brother when he was a child.How do you know me?
She glanced at him vigilantly, "Don't be close to me, what's the matter, you killed the robbers?"
Although the person who fired the gun didn't look like a good person, the robber's appearance was too recognizable and wearing a mask to admit that he was not mistaken.Jason didn't say a word, he looked indifferent, and Brant was ordered to beautify the scene, as you can see, we are innocently affected.When we came to the convenience store to buy something, we encountered robbers, all for self-preservation, maybe the means of resistance were a little fierce, but the kidnappers had guns, we didn't dare to gamble, we could only do our best.Fierce killing of four people in a row?
Or after I rushed in?
In fact, if you hadn't rushed in recklessly, the three people in the back wouldn't have died at all!
Brandt's attempt to clear his name is not murder, there is a word called excessive defense, and we may be in this situation.Debra still hasn't let down her guard, in her opinion, the person who shot is not a good thing, they are all dangerous elements, anyway, go to the police station first to make a record, this case still needs your assistance in the investigation.Go to the police station and expose that one of the three people is a wanted fugitive and one is an unidentified psychopath?
Brant felt Buxing.He glanced at the unidentified psychosis, and Jason still looked like Lao Tzu didn't bother to explain, and he didn't have a sense of crisis at all.Glancing at the wanted man again, Neil hung his head down in the crowd and tried to keep his distance from them, embarrassed.It was an accident, but we can cooperate.He pulled the gun out of Jason's notebook, threw it on the ground, and asked, as if unintentionally, "Are the rest of the hostages going too?"
Debra: It's just you.The other police officers who accompanied him brought hot water and towels to comfort the frightened hostages, and made a note of the interrogation in a soft voice, and Brant looked at others and at himself, and the gap was not too big.It's all Jason's illness!
But if others don't have to go to the police, it's not too bad.I didn't kill anyone and didn't have a criminal record, at best, I just went to make a record, and if I wasn't with Jason, I wouldn't have gotten the honor of a day trip to the police station at all.And Jason, who killed someone, has mental problems, and at most goes to a mental hospital for treatment.Only Neil is a wanted criminal at large, and entering the police station is a sheep's mouth, and it will take a lot of effort to escape from prison.Now Neil is hiding in the hostage pile, and the convenience store that he entered in batches with them, pretending not to know at this time, there is a high probability that he can be saved.He glanced at Neil, who was trembling and pretending to be scared, and guessed that the other party had reported the same plan.Agreeing to cooperate with the investigation, Brandt took Jason into the police car, and Debra sat in the passenger seat.I didn't think it just now, but now I feel more and more that Brant is a little familiar, Debra is not a person who can save his heart, and he can't remember where he has seen it, so he can't help but look back several times, you live in Miami?
I was going there and the house was already rented in advance.Then it's not the neighbor or passerby she saw before, she thought of another possibility, and her expression became unkind again, are you a wanted criminal on the run?
Brant let out a long sigh.Aren't they?
But I think you're a little familiar, it's sad, Debu.Brandt looked at her condemningly, I don't even know my eldest brother anymore, but I recognize you at a glance.Although it is on the premise that the mosquitoes provide enough photos.Debra laughed mockingly, you want to pretend to be my brother?
Then you have to see if Dexter answers, she suddenly got stuck in the middle of the sentence, wait a minute.Come to think of it?
Brent?
Debra's eyes slowly widened.The reunion meeting after a long absence was quite warm, but unfortunately there were other police officers present, and the exchange was not very enjoyable.Jason sat quietly in the back, not saying a word.Brandt speculated that it might be because he had worked as a vigilante before, and he was not averse to police cars.He slowly reviewed the fragments of memories he had received from Jason's brain, trying to find clues about his identity.Gotham is the name of the place that Jason repeatedly mentions, and the high-profile appearance of the vigilante in the memory fragment, it stands to reason that even if it is an unfamiliar city, it will have long been broadcast by the media, and he should not be impressed at all.There was a faint unbelievable guess in his heart, and he finally stopped the one-sided cold war and sank into the memory palace.The system boy sat on the sofa without any manners, holding a drink in one hand and potato chips in the other, watching TV happily.Brandt asks: What are you doing here?
Didn't you say it, share your perspective.The boy said it as a matter of course.Okay, do you know Gotham?
The young man paused, flipped through the tome in front of Brandt, and rummaged through it seriously, and after a while he stopped at a page, and then nodded very reservedly, of course he knew.Brandt: Is that book some kind of advanced search engine?
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Ask you to turn the book for everything.The teenager read seriously: Gotham City is one of the cities with the highest crime rate in the United States, located in New Jersey, of course, it is also your birthplace, what's wrong, suddenly asked this.Wait a minute.The boy looked at him suspiciously.You say Gotham is my birthplace?
Brandt's throat slid up and down quickly, but I'm pretty sure that my family had been in Dade City, Dade City, Florida, before I was adopted by Harry.The boy closed the tome and looked at him meaningfully, my message will not be wrong, don't you have a guess?
About Jason & Middot; Todd's.Are you peeking into my mind?
Don't get too nervous, just a small discovery by accident.The young man laughed, I am sure of your guess, Jason is indeed not from this world, and Gotham is not a city in this world, they all exist in another latitude, of course, you were too.