No One Knows Ke Xue Better Than Me

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Today is the day FBI agent Judy Stalin was discharged from the hospital.

The injury on her waist and abdomen is much better, and she can get out of bed and move around normally.

But the hidden disease left behind has not completely healed.

Doing strenuous exercise for a short period of time can still cause the wound to worsen.

Accompanied by her colleagues, Judy walked out of the Pharmacist Hospital.

In the distance, I saw a familiar figure standing across the street.

She looked slightly surprised, and stood there for a few seconds.

Only then did I step on high heels and cross the road da da, jokingly said:

"Oh, Mr. Suzuki, did you come to pick me up from the hospital because you missed me?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao smiled at her and did not answer:

"Are you comfortable talking now?"

Judy turned her head and looked at the subordinate in black near the car.

Immediately withdrew his gaze, showing a friendly smile:

"Of course, tell me, what's the matter?"

Suzuki Qiaoqiao has a serious face and looks serious:

"Next, I will tell you a top-secret information. Can you promise not to let the second person know?"

Judy Starling tilted her head and looked at him seriously.

After thinking for a while, he nodded solemnly:

"No problem, say it."

"Actually, before I joined the Metropolitan Police Department, I joined the black organization undercover."

If you make up a lie, you need more lies to make up for it.

If Suzuki Qiaoqiao wants to clear his identity, he must lay the groundwork in advance

Whether it's Belmod or Judy.

Set the tone on a small scale first, and it will be easier to act later.

Besides, he now has a unique status advantage.

It is better to reveal one's membership of the organization at this moment than to tear one's face and be exposed in the future.

Such a heavy news surprised Judy Stalin:

"what?"

Her unbelievable expression was within Suzuki Qiaoqiao's expectations:

"Before I was specially hired as a criminal investigation consultant of the Metropolitan Police Department, I had sneaked into a pharmaceutical factory to work. Because I happened to solve a few murder cases, I was executed by the police officer Mumu, and I was promoted to today's post. Jinjiu thought this was a good opportunity to go undercover, He gave me the wine number 'Daughter Red' and sent me to the Metropolitan Police Department undercover."

"Red daughter?"

Judy muttered to herself, seemingly still digesting the shocking news.

She seemed to realize something and raised her head suddenly:

"Why are you telling me this?"

"After the Halloween makeup party, my superior contact was suddenly unavailable."

Judy lowered her head and looked a little sad.

As an FBI investigator, she knows exactly what that means:

"Sorry, I'm sorry."

Suzuki Qiaoqiao got his emotions in place, lowered his voice and said:

"It doesn't matter, I came to you today just to establish a private partnership. When I am alone, I may need your assistance. However, this matter cannot be disclosed to the second person. Other FBI investigators, I I can't believe it. If you are willing to cooperate, we will reach a verbal agreement. If you are not willing, I can find other countries..."

Before he could finish speaking, Judy took the lead:

"I am willing!"

On the night of the full moon, her game with absinthe was a disastrous defeat.

Now that I heard that Suzuki Qiaoqiao turned out to be an undercover organization, he immediately regained his confidence.

"Mr. Suzuki, I know this request is too much, but I still have to ask, who saved the absinthe?"

It is not difficult to see from this statement that the entire FBI did not suspect him.

Suzuki Qiaoqiao frowned slightly, looking embarrassed:

"I know who it is, but I can't say it. When the black organization is destroyed, I will assist you to arrest her and bring her to justice."

With this level of assurance, Judy Starling felt relieved:

"Mr. Suzuki, I believe you. Please let me know in time if there is any movement in the black organization."

"Ok, no problem."

Suzuki Takahashi tactically lowered the brim of his hat and turned to leave:

"It's a pleasure to work with, Agent Judy."

……

A gray-haired American man takes the oath of office of the President of the United States on stage.

"China!"

With the sound of gunfire, he fell directly into a pool of blood.

The next second, the surrounding scene instantly returned to nothingness.

It turned out that this was a virtual training ground built by the black organization for snipers.

Use holographic projection to simulate the most realistic scene.

On the high platform on the right, there is a woman with a butterfly tattoo in the corner of her eye.

Her wine number is 'Chianti' and she just hit 500 yards.

With another taciturn man 'Korn', and called Jin Jiu's 'Wolongfengchu'.

Chianti withdrew the training sniper rifle and shouted:

"It's your turn."

As Cohen raised his gun, the holographic projection started.

The surrounding black curtain became a lake scene surrounded by dense forests.

He used a training sniper rifle to aim at fishing targets.

The distance is displayed as, 550 yards.

As Cohen held his breath, he pulled the trigger.

Did the target get shot and fell into the lake.

As Chianti raised his gun, the holographic projection once again turned into a noisy city.

A tram with the license plate number Jing SSNI-630 shuttles on the track.

With all her attention, she started aiming at the target.

The distance is displayed as, 600 yards.

"boom!"

A headshot.

Chianti was delighted and blew his muzzle clamoringly.

As Cohen raises his gun, the scene turns into a crowded football field.

This holographic projection shooting training device does a good job.

But shooting in actual combat is not that simple.

In addition to distance, there are also wind direction and angle, and many parameters need to be considered.

Gin and vodka come to the venue during their practice

The two remained silent, watching Cohen perform.

He held his breath and aimed at the target in the VIP room.

The distance is displayed as, 650 yards.

"boom!"

The bullet missed and slanted to the other side of the chair.

Chianti laughed and smiled smugly:

"As long as I hit it, it's a win!"

As a result, a shot went out, and the target head was even more skewed.

He didn't even touch the chair, just shot the popcorn next to him.

Such a slap in the face made her very unhappy.

Vodka has been observed so far, and an objective evaluation has been made:

"Looks like 600 yards is their limit."

Gin nodded in agreement and shouted:

"Okay, that's it for today."

Chianti was very unwilling and asked:

"Brother, can you give me another chance?"