581: Judgment

Moreover, although the United States Police Department promised to catch the fugitive within twenty-four hours, the fugitive had just cut the television lines, making the method of capture feel disappointing and infuriating to the public.

"Give us an explanation, Chief Qiao Qi!" Such voices continuously pounded against Chief Qiao Qi's mind, making him feel dizzy.

He felt that he had messed everything up, not knowing what to do next, let alone how to turn the situation around. His mind was blank, his breathing became difficult, and his blood pressure rose rapidly.

Chief Qiao Qi, over fifty years old, suddenly collapsed. He fell backward and hit the concrete floor heavily. But the shouting and roaring did not stop; no one would sympathize with someone who had malicious intentions and behaved badly.

A group of police officers quickly surrounded him, cleared a path, and put Chief Qiao Qi into a car to be sent to the hospital for treatment.

On the way to the hospital, Chief Qiao Qi slowly woke up. He rubbed his temples and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's already three o'clock in the afternoon," the driver replied.

Chief Qiao Qi sighed, took out his phone, and called his Secretary. "How is the technical team's investigation going? Have they found a specific address?"

His Secretary replied, "Before the signal was cut off, the technical team intercepted thirty-eight sets of IP addresses, but each one came from a different city, making it impossible to confirm the fugitive's exact location."

Hearing this, Chief Qiao Qi took a deep breath, as if trying to expel all the air from his lungs. Then he instructed his Secretary to have people search for the fugitive's family, friends, and frequent haunts, and to have the technical team monitor the internet situation. Once the fugitive was found, they were to arrest him immediately, and if necessary, they could shoot to kill.

After giving his instructions, he told the driver to return to the United States Police Department instead of going to the hospital. Then he called Repheus.

"Repheus," Chief Qiao Qi said.

Repheus's voice was as cold as ever: "Chief."

"You should already know what happened, right?" Chief Qiao Qi asked.

Repheus sneered, "I thought I knew, but I didn't expect Owen was killed by one of our own."

"Chief, I don't have a habit of being talkative. But I also want to tell you that if you don't tell me all the details, this case won't be closed anytime soon."

Chief Qiao Qi remained silent for a moment before speaking, "What I said is not false, it was before, and it is now. I think you should understand that on this case, I absolutely hope to close it as soon as possible."

Repheus interrupted Chief Qiao Qi, "I know your purpose, you want to maintain the image of the United States Police Department. But now it's having the opposite effect. This era is not like your time, Chief Qiao Qi. Once you make a mistake, the internet will amplify your mistake infinitely. There's no need for me to say more about this. As for this criminal..."

He continued, "I went to see the bodies of the two police officers who died from knife wounds yesterday. My conclusion is that this guy is definitely not ordinary. Both his intelligence and execution are at a top level. It will be very difficult to catch him, especially in a place like the United States where there are all sorts of people. The best way to catch him is not to run around like a headless fly, but to wait for his next appearance."

Hearing Repheus's words, Chief Qiao Qi was stunned. "What does that mean? Wait for his next appearance? You mean his so-called trial?"

Repheus hummed in response, "If we continue searching like this, we don't have any intelligence, we don't even know this person's personality or habits. I checked his school records and work information, they are all empty. Such a person... I don't understand why he doesn't have any criminal record. But no matter what, there is actually very little we can do now. Without clues, we can only wait for clues to appear."

Chief Qiao Qi nodded heavily and said, "That means... wait until he broadcasts the so-called trial tomorrow? We will cooperate with your actions. Repheus, help me catch him."

However, Repheus did not answer, which seemed to be a difficult matter for him as well. Since knowing Repheus, Chief Qiao Qi had never felt him so lacking in confidence.

The news of the "live trial" quickly spread throughout the United States. People were frantically discussing what the trialer meant.

"It's astonishing that there are still people doing this kind of thing these days."

"The United States Police Department is really useless, letting such a dangerous person escape."

"I'm actually a little looking forward to the trial live broadcast at nine o'clock tomorrow."

"But isn't this person afraid of death? Making such a big fuss, he will definitely die a terrible death in the end."

"He doesn't even have common sense, and he even showed his face. I'm afraid he'll be dead before the live broadcast starts, right?"

...

This news not only spread throughout the United States but also reached China.

In the Criminal Investigation Team of the Qingzhou Judicial Department, A Qi was looking at the news on his phone - "United States Police Department Explosion."

A Qi quickly scanned the news. When the words "Chinese criminal Lin Mo" caught his eye, his attention was immediately drawn. At this moment, he was sitting alone in the Criminal Investigation Team office, a playful expression on his face. Su Yue's death made him feel as if something was missing from his life; the passion and challenge of playing against a master might be hard to find again.

"It might be difficult to encounter such an opponent in the future," A Qi sighed inwardly, feeling a faint sense of regret for Su Yue's departure. Su Yue was not only an opponent in his heart but also someone who made his life colorful. Although there was a significant age difference between them, Su Yue's presence made A Qi's recent days exceptionally fulfilling.

Recalling the contests with Su Yue, A Qi still felt excited. Although he was repeatedly defeated, the battle of wits with Su Yue made his heart surge. This was exactly what he had longed for.

"Perhaps he's still alive?" This thought flashed through A Qi's mind, so when he saw the news about the Chinese criminal, he paid special attention. He quickly read the entire article and was about to comment when his phone suddenly received a message.

Ding dong!

It was a WeChat message from Xiang Haitian: "A Qi, have you seen the news? The United States Police Department was bombed, didn't they call themselves the first police department? [Smirking]"

Xiang Haitian seemed to be trying to use emojis recently, which was something not seen in his formerly serious self. Perhaps this was also an influence from Su Yue. However, this emoji seemed a bit out of place here; it seemed Xiang Haitian still had a long way to go on the road of using emojis.

A Qi was about to reply when he received a message from Jin Tianqin in Shanghai: "Kang Team, the news says a Chinese criminal bombed the United States Police Department building, have you seen this news?"

Jin Tianqin is the Captain of the Criminal Investigation Team in Shanghai, Xiang Haitian is from Guangzhou, and he is from Qingzhou. The three Criminal Investigation Captains became acquainted through the Su Yue case and their relationship grew deeper. At this moment, A Qi simply added them both to the same group chat.

After entering the group, A Qi immediately sent a message: "I saw the news."

Xiang Haitian: "Oh, Captain Ye is here too."

Jin Tianqin: "Haha, everyone is here now. I said, Kang Team, let's pull in everyone from the previous Special Task Force. You and Lu Luan were tricked by Su Yue in the end anyway, it's not like you have to be estranged forever."

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A Qi: "Don't mention it, I want to talk to Lu Luan, but that kid always avoids me."

Xiang Haitian: "Let's not talk about this for now. Regarding this news, what do you think, Kang Team? That Chinese... [Question]"

Jin Tianqin: "Yeah, I feel the same way. That Chinese person named Lin Mo, could it be Su Yue?"

At this time, they did not know that in the United States, Lin Mo had already announced the trial. But A Qi already had a judgment in his heart.

He had originally intended to reply under the news with his thoughts. So, he continued in the group, "I actually don't think it's Su Yue. Bombing the United States Police Department, I always feel it's not Su Yue's style. Although the news looks impressive, in terms of style, it's somewhat different from Su Yue. His actions in China were very restrained, while this one in the United States... is more like a radical lunatic."

Jin Tianqin: "Speaking of that, it indeed doesn't quite fit Su Yue's style."

Xiang Haitian: "I see, I also felt something was off after reading the news."

Then, Xiang Haitian also mentioned, "By the way, that kid Liu Zhen is going from Guangzhou to Italy tomorrow. He said he's going to improve his cultural cultivation before further studies."

Jin Tianqin: "He's truly a young master from a wealthy family."

The few of them chatted idly. As for the United States Police Department explosion across the ocean, they didn't really care too much; after all, it was just news.

...

At this moment, Su Yue was in Chinatown. Here, he would not attract too much attention because everyone was of the same race. When avoiding cameras, he would even deliberately take off his mask. Of course, the makeup on his face was no longer Lin Mo's appearance.

He walked into a small hotel and said, "Help me open a room."

The hotel's Boss Lady saw such a handsome young man speaking Chinese and felt especially 친 cut. She readily opened a room for this young man who "looked very kind."

Although Su Yue had prepared many excuses to deal with registration, he didn't expect things to go unexpectedly smoothly. He couldn't help but sigh, this was indeed an era that looked at faces.

After closing the door and sitting in the room, Su Yue began to prepare for the "live trial." After using Hacker technology to cut off the television signal, he announced his upcoming "live trial" in front of hundreds of thousands of viewers.

He knew very well that the fundamental reason he was able to escape from the United States Police Department so smoothly was that these United States people did not treat him as a special criminal.

They still treated him as an ordinary person.

If not for this, he would never have been able to escape from the United States Police Department building.

He was exploiting these people's fear of the unknown.

Once they knew who he was and started planning against him, the subsequent actions would be very difficult.

In the United States, their prying into privacy had reached an all-pervasive level.

The resolution of surveillance cameras was much clearer than in China, and they could even capture a person's face clearly from thirty meters away.

In this situation, for Su Yue to achieve his next goal, he had to divert these people's attention. He had to make a big move, otherwise, the subsequent plan would be impossible to start.

So, he planned this "Trialer" segment. Tonight he would make all the preparations, and tomorrow night, the United States would usher in a terrifying live broadcast. Those United States police officers would also understand what kind of lunatic they were facing.

Since he was going to disguise himself, Su Yue would naturally choose a behavior that was closest to a suitable persona for the disguise. As for the so-called "Trialer," a lunatic was naturally more appropriate.

"Hehe..." Su Yue chuckled softly, thinking to himself, "I didn't expect that one day I would be able to play such a role. But this seems... quite interesting."

The entire United States was shrouded in a strange panic.

The psychological pressure brought by the "Trialer" was no less than the incident where the Twin Towers were hit by planes back then.

If the tragedy of the Twin Towers was merely a simple act of madness, then this Chinese person who called himself the "Trialer," possessing the ability to escape from the United States Police Department and having the capability to subvert order, his existence undoubtedly filled people's hearts with fear.

On the internet, people repeatedly studied the video Lin Mo transmitted during the live broadcast, trying to find clues from it.

"If he's that kind of crazy genius, he must have left some clues in the video."

"Otherwise, it would be too boring for him."

"But who knows if he's that kind of person? Maybe he just wants to kill people?"

"He killed so many people and escaped, and now he might be around us. I definitely don't dare to go out anymore."

It was not strange for United States citizens to have such thoughts. In this country where gun ownership is legal, safety relies entirely on people's public morality and self-awareness.

Otherwise, once someone purchases firearms through various means to retaliate against society, the casualties would be even more severe.

Especially when this notorious killer called himself the "Trialer" and mingled among the crowd, it instilled fear in people's hearts.

This panic was not only prevalent among ordinary citizens, but also showed within the United States Police Department. The police officers, like the citizens, did not know what Lin Mo's so-called "trial" was. If the "trial" was to bomb the United States Police Department building again, or detonate Times Square, then everyone would feel unable to protect themselves. This panic almost paralyzed the entire United States Police Department System.

Especially when they couldn't find any clues about Lin Mo, this person was deeply imprinted in their hearts like a devil. However, not all police officers were afraid. For example, Repheus, he was still tracking Lin Mo, and at this time, he had arrived in Chinatown.

It was six o'clock in the evening on December 6th. The United States had entered the evening, and the streetlights were gradually lighting up.

Although Repheus had mentioned to Chief Qiao Qi that the best way now was to wait, he himself was unwilling to just wait. After all, Lin Mo was Chinese, and it was logical for him to blend into Chinatown.

He pushed open the door and walked into a small hotel, asking, "I'd like to ask if a young man, about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, has checked in recently." Repheus usually had a serious demeanor, but at this moment, he tried his best to make himself look more amiable, but the actual effect only made his expression more rigid.

He didn't hold out hope of finding Lin Mo here, he was just trying his luck, maybe there would be some clues.

But he didn't know that Lin Mo, whom he was looking for, was currently in this hotel.

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