Chapter 645: City of Sin (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

FBI Behavioral Analysis Corey, the air is a little dull.

Old Jack certainly knew how tricky Sakaki was.

The other party expected in advance that the FBI would organize an arrest operation, and instead of landing as planned, they headed to the chaotic Bronx.

Fortunately, the place where he landed was a residential area, and there were surveillance cameras on the street corners.

"Can you deduce his next plan?"

".How did you discover him?"

"Surveillance video."

Lecter looked away from the document:

"Since there is surveillance video, why not continue to track him?"

"Just now."

Old Jack sighed:

"Surveillance cameras on the streets of New York City are no longer sending back images."

"The Department of Transportation has been attacked by hackers."

"The system is completely paralyzed."

"Does he have helpers?"

Lecter frowned:

“What hacker could disable surveillance cameras all over New York?”

"have no idea"

Old Jack was deeply troubled by this question and could not answer.

The Transportation Bureau was hacked an hour ago. Almost instantly, all computers fell into a black screen at the same time, unable to start, and showed no response.

Old Jack and a group of FBI agents present were at a loss. They couldn't say they knew anything about computers, they could only say they didn't understand them at all.

It's like God stretched out his dry fingers and moved the balance of the scales.

Who is secretly protecting Sakaki?

"I want to deduce his next move."

Lecter lowered his eyes in confusion, and the water in his eyes was as calm as Lake Baikal:

"It's not difficult."

"But Director Jack, there is something that I am very confused about."

"What is the purpose of the transnational criminal organization that Sakaki is a member of?"

"Riot? Sociopathic? Religious?"

"This matter is a high-level secret within the FBI, and I can't find it at all with my authority."

Old Jack said:

"There is only one order given to me by the superiors."

"Capture Sakaki and bring him back to the headquarters."

"I see."

Dr. Lecter, who had a strong interest in his heart, glanced at his watch:

"9:45 p.m."

"Director Jack, if the file you provided is correct."

"I infer that he came to New York to find a person or an item."

"If he was looking for someone, why would he buy a gun?"

Old Jack said doubtfully:

"Remington M870, USP, is he trying to kill someone?"

"Maybe just for self-defense."

Lecter tapped the file:

"Buying a gun shows that he is very vigilant, and landing in the Bronx shows that he is cautious and very confident in his own strength."

"People like him must not be treated with ordinary people's thinking."

"He's going to Manhattan."

Will on the chair suddenly spoke:

"On the Boeing 747-400D passenger plane he was traveling on, there was only one female star named Chrissy Wynyard."

"And that female star often visits Broadway and Wall Street, and has contact with financial oligarchs."

"She must have bought an apartment near Broadway and Wall Street to make it easier for her to move around."

"There is a high probability that Sakaki will go to her apartment."

Lecter smiled, and so did old Jack.

Yes, the FBI may not be able to arrest popular actress Chrissy Wynyard without permission.

But there is no problem in sending someone to spy on her apartment.

"I'm going back to rest."

After taking the last sip of black tea, Will stood up.

He was tired, his face was a little pale, and he often saw hallucinations.

Watching him staggering, Lecter's unruffled eyes finally showed a trace of ripples.

"I will concentrate my manpower to investigate Manhattan!"

He came in a hurry and left in a hurry. Old Jack took the folder and left the behavioral analysis department quickly.

At this time

Lecter walked to the mirror and straightened his suit.

He looked at his other self in the mirror with a cold expression.

I don’t know how long it has been

Lecter picked up the briefcase and strode out, murmuring:

"The smell of you."

"It must be delicious."

10:20 pm, Wall Street, New York.

The black clouds surged like a herd of horses, and the black waves came.

The moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and a luxuriously decorated apartment on the 33rd floor of a building on the south side of Wall Street fell into darkness.

Beside the floor-to-ceiling window of the apartment, Belmod stood barefoot on the carpet, her black women's suit half-opened. She was holding a glass of red wine, shaking the clear red liquid, and her sharp eyes were looking straight at the earth through the cup.

Her silky silver hair flows down like a waterfall, and coupled with her proud figure, her aura is compelling. She is no weaker than the other one on the screen, even more so.

Scattered raindrops fell from the sky, slapping against the window eaves, and falling into the soles of her feet due to the indifference of the window eaves.

The desperate raindrops failed to change her expression at all. She once again came to Wall Street. She should have dominated the scene and attracted much attention, but now she was reduced to staying in the room and waiting.

What should come will never come.

What shouldn't have come is here.

The shadow of the street was reflected in the light green eyes. The rising water vapor in the rain curtain shrouded the sin city in fog. Black cars parked under the apartment. The FBI agents in the cars stretched their necks. Keep an eye on everyone who passes by.

Well-trained FBI agents use various disguises to form a large net, waiting for their prey to arrive.

"it's useless"

Belmod said to himself:

"If you wanted to come, you would have come a long time ago."

She looked towards Midtown Manhattan not far away, where...

The lights dimmed.

"Do you really think I can't find you?"

Her red lips were slightly raised as she tasted the fruity red wine, as lazily as a ragdoll cat.

After taking the last sip of red wine, she gently put down the glass and walked straight into the bathroom with model-like steps.

10 minutes ago, 10:10 pm, Midtown Manhattan, Seventh Avenue.

The rain came unexpectedly, without any warning.

There was constant traffic on the street, honking and cursing, and occasionally a gunshot could be heard.

The gunfire appeared in the bustling Manhattan area, which was obviously abnormal.

The beginning of everything.

All stemmed from a car accident at an intersection.

Because of the rain, residents were busy rushing home, but the road surface was slippery and the braking distance increased, causing the two cars to collide.

There were no injuries, but there was an argument and the police were called.

However.

The traffic police who were supposed to arrive at the scene within 10 minutes were nowhere to be seen.

Only then did people realize

Something seems to have happened in New York.

Someone got brave enough to smash the store window with a brick, stole a pair of expensive basketball shoes, and ran away.

Sin was like a sharp claw spreading from the center of hell, piercing the chest of the goddess of peace.

The city that never sleeps once again glows with its former glory.

But this time.

People who have suffered a lot of crimes have turned their attention to the wealthy areas that used to be high up and could be viewed from a distance but not played with.