The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 21
"The jurisdiction of the FBI already has a wide range of difficult cases, and the female FBI will encounter more difficulties, and like your niece, there will undoubtedly be very, very many difficult and difficult cases. "

Seeing that Helen still couldn't help but want to match him and Jane, Chuck turned his gaze over and said seriously, "I'm a detective, and I like difficult cases."

"Oh."

Helen approved of Chuck's analysis, and walked to the door worriedly.

As a loved one, this is not good news.

Chuck returns to online gaming.

He's telling the truth.

Those who grow up to be like Jane Banner are probably important characters in a certain American drama, film and television drama. Even if she is a newcomer, the probability of encountering difficult cases is much higher than others.

Not to mention that in this hybrid world of American dramas, all kinds of abnormalities are indispensable. Many law enforcement officers with good looks like Jane Banner have special preferences.

It is not uncommon for people to sit at home, and disasters come from heaven.

So Chuck didn't hesitate to send her a business card directly.

A game of chess has been played until get off work is not over.

Chuck typed a few words directly on the screen, and when the screen went black, the chess game just now reappeared on the phone.

After packing up, Chuck went out with his mobile phone, and nodded to Helen who stood up and looked over.

Helen quickly followed, locked the door, and drove Chuck home.

This is a villa on the hillside, one of the most fringe residences in this small town, one kilometer away from the nearest resident.

In Helen's impression, it fits the boss Chuck's quiet personality.

When they got there, Chuck got out of the car and let Helen go.

Although Helen wanted to invite Chuck to have dinner with them at night, but thinking of having a good 'chat' with her niece at night, she could only press her words and drove away.

Chuck opened the door and walked in, checked around, then went to the garage and drove away in his big pickup truck.

Tomorrow, I will go to the farm to play shooting, and some equipment needs to be prepared.

Driving all the way, I came to a self-service storage location, reached out to enter the password, the grille opened automatically, drove inside, came to a warehouse, pressed the remote control key, the warehouse door opened automatically, and Chuck opened the big pickup directly Go in and close the warehouse door automatically.

The warehouse was suddenly dark.

Chuck got out of the car and turned on the lights, and the lights turned on, revealing a silver caravan. After opening the door with the key and entering, the interior was decorated like a home. Although the sparrow was small, it was fully equipped.

In front is the bedroom.

Chuck glanced at it and walked to the towed car at the back. After opening it, the impressive scene inside was revealed.

Rows of guns of all kinds hung all over the walls of the carriage, ranging from heavy sniper rifles to all kinds of pistols, with boxes for storing ammunition in the middle.

Chuck looked around and his eyes fell on a big gun.

Barrett Heavy Sniper Rifle!

The manic depression and violence inherent in severe autism made him have a rare smile on his face when he saw this beloved heavy sniper.

After taking Barrett, Chuck continued to play the unfinished game of chess through his mobile phone while playing the maintenance, and the whole person was extremely relaxed and happy.

This night, Chuck didn't go back to the villa in the forest, and slept directly in the RV. After completing the routine anti-glare and noise training every night, he lay on the bed, looked at the famous Pollock painting hanging on the ceiling, and his eyelids eased. Close slowly, and fall asleep soundly.

Compared to the villa in the woods where people feel normal in order to adapt to the society and get in touch with small town residents, this caravan with all kinds of weapons that can be driven away at any time is the place he really likes.

The next day.

morning.

Chuck drove a pickup to Miller Farm.

Although the Millers were surprised, they greeted them warmly.

Chuck asked them not to be too busy, found a location about 1.65 kilometers away, put a baseball kicker in place, then walked back, took out his beloved Barrett heavy sniper from the pickup, and lay down on the lawn. Start aiming through the sight.

In the farm house, Mr. Miller was looking at this side with a telescope. When he saw the heavy gun that Chuck took out, he was stunned.

As a farmer, even if this is not Texas, he knows guns very well and needs to use them from time to time.

But they mostly use shotguns and rifles, and they don't usually see such ruthless guys.

Fortunately, he recognized that Chuck was a good man, so he didn't think too much about it. He continued to look through the binoculars. When he saw Chuck put things so far away, he couldn't help but shook his head and laughed, and complained to his wife: "It seems that some people see Watched too many Westerns and thought everyone was a sharpshooter."

Chuck pressed the remote control button, and three baseballs flew out, rolled a few times, and landed on the ground, showing various expressions.

But the body of the white ball was painted with ink pens a few strokes into simple emoticons.

There are smiling faces, there are sad faces, and there are calm faces.

Mr. Miller in the house also saw these emoticons through the telescope, and couldn't help laughing again.

Then there was a violent gunshot, and his smile froze there.

But in the telescope, the smiling baseball was instantly shattered.

The strong sense of violence is shocking.

As a farmer, Mr. Miller was not shocked by this sense of violence, but by this long-distance precision sniping.

You know, this is a full 1.65 kilometers away!

boom!
boom!
Just as he was dumbfounded, in the binoculars, the other two baseballs representing sadness and calm expressions were also bombarded with precision one by one.

before the gunfire.

A car pulls into the trail where the farm is located.

In the car.

"Monica, I can't believe you didn't tell me Kiki died like this."

The long-faced young man sitting in the passenger seat complained endlessly to the bushy-haired beauty driving the car.

"I can't believe that you are so old. You know the existence of white lies, but you don't know the white lies that our parents told us to comfort us when we were young."

The beauty Monica couldn't stand her brother Rose's constant complaints, so she directly yelled back: "Miller Farm in Connecticut? There are horses and rabbits to chase? Use your doctor's head to think about it, parents and the others Would you go so far to Connecticut for Kiki? It’s not that there are no farms nearby, the reason why you say so far is to stop your thoughts and keep you from clamoring to see it.”

"But that's Qiqi, our favorite little friend when we were young."

The long-faced young Ross also understood how perfunctory the lies his parents told him when he was a child, but he still couldn't accept this fact.

"I'm so free that I drove here with you to see it, what else do you want?"

Monica groaned.

"Maybe Kiki is still there?"

The long-faced youth Ross looked forward to it.

"That depends on whether it's a romance movie or a horror movie."

The younger sister Monica rolled her eyes and sneered. She stopped and got out of the car in front of the farm house, and was about to walk side by side to inquire, when she heard Barrett re-sniping the bang of the gunshot.

(End of this chapter)