[comprehensive] nowhere to escape

Gordon listed the contents of the chemical reagents to Rhett one by one, and what was obtained by adding these things together and then baking and reacting in the container was methamphetamine.

Rhett felt his voice tremble.

Gordon, who heard his answer, was also lost in thought.

Hank is from the anti-narcotics team, and he will come here specially to deliver information about this case, which is obviously not unrelated.

Gordon immediately stood up and walked out of the conference room to find Hank.

And at this time, Rhett who put down the phone looked at Raven silently, as if he wanted to tell Raven about the chemistry teacher Walter White, but... he didn't know how to speak.

In fact, before receiving the call, Rhett had been looking for an excuse for that Walter White in his heart.

Rhett himself is also a very smart person, but as I said before, his smartness is not tolerated by ordinary people. They hate his smartness, and even more hate his uniqueness, so they want to suppress him and torture him. He, so that others can show their arrogance.

And Rhett knew Walter White.This person's name once appeared on the list of the Nobel Prize in Chemistry, but he did not really stand with the award recipients because he could not leave his family... This is also the tragedy of geniuses.

Genius is always different.They should be with their kind to study things that change the world, or at least they should have more time to work with other geniuses or high-end talents, but old White can't, he married and had a son, and his son is still disabled. Let him not leave them casually, let alone devote more time and space to work.

Those odd jobs are not the same as research.

When researching, I devote myself wholeheartedly. At this time, my wife and children always feel that they are left out in the cold.

Therefore, Walter White, he can only go back to his home, face his wife and children, and teach chemistry in high school... His genius and ideas can only provide preliminary direction in the research of others, but benefit People are definitely not him.

You know, in small towns in New Mexico, no one is interested in a Nobel Prize. They would rather see who wins the weekend bowling contest.

A genius locked up in a place like this, everyone thinks he has to go on like this to be a good guy, and he goes on like this... and finally got lung cancer, or got lung cancer after never smoking in his life... Rhett sighed He took a breath, and clenched his hands into fists—otherwise, he didn't know if he could hold back...he didn't know, if he could hold back from banging on the SUV's window, or...the car door ?Goddamn whoever he is!

Suddenly, a hand pressed down on his knee.

Rhett turned his face away and saw Raven's worried eyes.

"Are you okay?" Raven asked softly.

"What... what?" Raven pursed his lips and asked dryly.

"It's nothing...you...it's fine." Ruiwen curled the corner of his mouth, and suddenly seemed to think of something, "This case is over...I mean...when this case is over...um..."

"What?" This time, it was Rhett's turn to have a question.

"Uh...it's like this, you know I'm a werewolf, right?" Raven decided to reveal part of the truth first, after all, since the elder wanted him to take his "brand lover" back, he should do so, and ...He really wanted to know if this was true, and if Rhett was his imprinted lover, so he had to take Rhett back no matter what, so he decided to raise this...it was a request ?

"What's wrong?" Rhett raised his eyebrows.

"It's like this. Our tribe holds sacrificial activities every year. I want to ask you, do you want to visit our tribe with me this time?" Of course, Raven also wanted to know whether Rhett was his brand or not. Lover, if he can go back to the tribe, and then borrow the strength from the elder's sacrifice and the experience he has accumulated now... maybe he can really grow up a little bit?

At least, the elder said, it should be a werewolf who is almost an adult to see the imprinted lover, at least, he must be older than a chihuahua, right?

Every time the elders use Chihuahuas to stimulate Raven, it will make Raven feel bitter.

But this time, he didn't feel anything, and even...was a little wanting to laugh?

After parking the car, Raven and Rhett got out of the car and knocked on the door of White's house.

As soon as the door opened, there was a young man, but he was leaning on a cane, standing at the door blankly, especially when he saw two young men who were almost the same age as him standing at the door. Not pretending - this is a disabled person, but again, he is also a person who longs for a normal life, but there should be hope in this young man's heart, especially his smile, including when he looks at Rhett. Some sort of relaxed expression that suddenly appears can reflect this.

"Who are you looking for?" The young man stepped back.

"Walter White lives here?" Rhett also stepped back.

"My father?" The young man blinked and looked back into the living room, "He hasn't come back yet, you are..."

"FBI." The two showed their IDs.

"Please come in." He moved his crutches with difficulty, and his hanging head looked a little frustrated, "I'm Walter White Jr., my father will come back for dinner tonight, but he should be at school now, you can sit down Wait for him in the living room." Then he turned and closed the door again, "My mother is at home."

According to the data, the mistress of the family had an affair with other men, but the couple had been fighting for divorce.

As for the little White in front of him, he obviously didn't know anything.

Rhett understands very well the reason why the Whites did not tell Little White that his parents were going to divorce. Little White is a disabled person. He is born different from others. There will be no fair vision, so he will gain love for ordinary people, but at the same time, he must also be concealed in the illusion.

In a way, Rhett envied White Jr.

He was very young when his parents divorced. At that time, he could already use data to persuade two people, but they still divorced.

"Hmm... what would you like to drink?" Little White was extremely embarrassed, both of his hands were on the crutches, which made it difficult for him to hold a glass of water, "there is... in the refrigerator..." He wanted to say something more, or Said that he wanted to show his ability, but at this moment, Skyler walked over with his little daughter in his arms.

She sat Jr. White down, put the little girl in his arms, and turned around to pour coffee for the two FBIs.

Don't ask her how she knew it was two FBI agents.

Skyler, White Sr.'s wife, was, in fact, about to divorce the two of them.

"He'll be back in a while." Skyler went back to pick up her daughter, turned around and went upstairs.

This series of her performances was so perfect that the two detectives made a judgment in an instant-Schuyler knew exactly what her husband was doing, and she didn't agree with it, but she couldn't report it.

Reid was holding the coffee cup, and moved his buttocks awkwardly and somewhat agitatedly.

This case is actually not difficult. People here have not found out the truth of the case. In fact, most of the reasons are preconceived.

Another reason is...they don't have Garcia.

Rhett also found it strange that Garcia's information search became faster and more accurate. Maybe it was Finch's help before?But in any case, right now, they had to wait until Old White came back and confirm with Old White his evidence of drug production—this was the most difficult item, even if they knew that Old White made drugs, it would be useless without evidence.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Old White entered the door.

He was carrying a big black bag and a pair of trousers on his body. With the unique wind, sand and temperature in the desert, he slammed into the gate in a hurry.

"Going out today is really not going well!" He said, throwing the big black bag on the ground, making a muffled sound, "It's been not going well lately, it's just adding trouble to people!"

With that said, he took off his shoes and socks, and went straight to the kitchen barefoot.

"Dad!" Little White was very embarrassed. There were guests at home, but his father was so impolite!

"You can bring up anything! Also, who owns the car at the door?" Old White came out with a bottle of mineral water, looked up, and saw two young people sitting on the sofa, "Uh... Oh, how embarrassing." He said, walked to the living room, found a chair and sat down, and asked his eldest son, "Your classmate?"

"No, Dad, they're the FBI."

"Don't be kidding!" Old White was a little annoyed.

"We are the BAU department under the FBI. This is Special Agent Dr. Reid," Raven took out his ID card and waved it in front of Old White. "I am the intern consultant, Raven Whitewolf."

"When did the FBI start using children?" Old White was not originally a rude person, but for so long, he has been in contact with those drug dealers, plus...he needs this kind of momentum to face people who have enemies against him , So, at this time, he looked much stronger and more brutish, "You two, what are you doing here?" Just after asking this question, he thought of something again, and turned his head to snark at Little White: "You, Go upstairs, go to your room to listen to music, watch TV, play computer games-whatever you do, do something interesting!"

"Daddy!" Little White didn't want to go upstairs.

"Go up!" Old White was very tough - this was the toughest moment he had ever faced his son in his life.

Little White stood up slowly, and began to go upstairs in a dawdling manner. At this time, Old White seemed to be drained of all his strength, and he was half paralyzed in the chair.

"I think, you should know what we are looking for you, right?" Raven didn't want to directly explain to him why they came to him, which is also one of the typical representative methods of psychology application.

Old White snorted, "Did that kid Jesse bring you here...was that him?" He sneered, but there was no smile, "He's just a little bastard...yes, he's just a little The beast... is insatiably greedy and frighteningly weak..."