dkrc Chapter 20 Case Closed
Chapter 20 Case Closed
Do you think Titus is nervous? Is he scared?
He was so scared and nervous!
He was afraid Buffalo Bill would run away, and he was too nervous to kill him with his own hands!
When in doubt, pretend to be innocent and use this trick to outsmart him!
Buffalo Bill fell for the trap!
The gun fired, and the flash of light illuminated Bill's face.
Titus felt a slight itch on his chest, as if a mosquito had touched him. He seized the moment and pounced on it fiercely!
Starling turned her head in horror and saw Titus tackle Bill to the ground. Her vision went dark again, and she didn't dare to fire her gun.
Titus pinned Bill down and immediately grabbed his gun!
"Bang, bang, bang!"
In the struggle, Bill fired three shots, the flashes of fire illuminating the room momentarily!
Titus smashed his hand bones with a punch and threw the pistol aside.
"Aaaaaaah!"
Bill was about to beg for mercy.
It's too late to say, then soon!
Titus slapped him hard across the face, making his words indistinct.
"Titus, are you alright?"
Starling quickly approached and reached out to touch Titus.
In her vision, Titus tackled Buffalo Bill, who fired three shots, followed by screams, and the room plunged into darkness once more.
Finally, a resounding slap landed, so loud that even the ear-piercing scream abruptly stopped.
"I'm fine."
"But Bill..."
Titus couldn't see what was happening to Bill beneath him; after slapping him, there seemed to be no sound.
I hope I don't get slapped to death by him.
Titus felt that the three Astartes were still too limiting for him; he couldn't even see at night!
Meanwhile, Crawford's attempt failed, and he realized that Titus's guess was correct.
Congressman Martin's face was probably as black as the bottom of his grandmother's pot lid at that moment.
Crawford was under immense pressure at that moment.
He saw the text message edited by Titus and was about to reply when Titus called:
"Officer... accidentally killing Buffalo Bill during the arrest shouldn't be illegal, right?"
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
The Buffalo Bill case is now closed.
……
The following day, the FBI made a high-profile announcement that they had captured Buffalo Bill and successfully rescued Congresswoman Catherine.
Numerous media outlets rushed to report on the event. During the interview, Crawford deliberately pushed Titus and Starling forward, and clearly stated that Buffalo Bill was captured by the two of them.
Titus and Starling make their first appearance in a newspaper as star agents!
The photo in the newspaper shows the two men in detective uniforms, their cool and aloof style resembling that of the male and female leads in a Hollywood hard-boiled spy movie.
It must be said that these media outlets have a terrifying ability; they know how to destroy a person, and they are equally familiar with how to create one.
Once the newspaper went on sale, Titus and Starling's reputations instantly reversed!
Many people have even begun to endorse Titus's violent law enforcement, saying that law enforcement is humane and that the use of batons is forceful, and that America needs strong defenders.
At the celebration and awards ceremony that evening, Titus received a raise, and Starling was officially promoted to a full-fledged FBI special agent.
After the awards ceremony, the celebration banquet began, and the top boss, Crawford, gave the order: Keep singing and dancing!
His colleagues came to congratulate him, which made him feel a little dizzy.
John and his boss Crawford also came over to offer a toast.
John's congratulations were simple and straightforward: "Awesome, Titus!"
Crawford, as always, maintained his boss-like demeanor, casually flashing a bright white smile, patting Titus on the shoulder, and saying with satisfaction:
"Well done, Titus!"
After the two left, he felt a light touch on his shoulder. He turned around and saw Starling smiling at him, her beautiful, moonstone-like eyes.
The two looked at each other and smiled, then said to each other:
"Congratulations!"
After saying goodbye to Starling, Titus sat down in a quiet corner.
Amidst laughter and cheerful conversation, Titus's phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number, and after a moment's thought, he answered it.
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone:
"Officer Titus, have you found what you were after?"
"Lecter, you escaped after all. What are you planning to do?"
"I'm planning to have dinner with an old friend. See you later!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone was hung up, and a dial tone sounded in his ear.
At the same time, the subtitles reappeared before Titus's eyes:
[The mission to hunt down Chaos Warrior Bison Bill is complete.]
[Lareman's organs have been distributed. Please go to the unoccupied area to collect your reward.]
[Lieutenant, your heroic actions have earned the Emperor's praise. To fight to the death for the Emperor is your highest honor. The Emperor has decided to send you to hunt down the Slaanesh warrior Hannibal Lecter.]
[Mission Reward: The Sixth Minor Surgery - Dormant Ganglia]
[Transplant this and you will become an insomniac. It allows your brain to rest in turn, keeping you constantly awake and alert, making it easy to complete long-duration combat missions! But please note that prolonged use may result in hallucinations of emperors and bastards dancing.]
Are we finally going to face off against Mads Mikkelsen?
Titus put away his phone, turned and walked into the restroom without hesitation.
...
When he woke up in the toilet stall, it was already the next morning. As a hero, Crawford generously gave Titus two days off, paid leave, so he could go home and see how his younger siblings were doing.
After the Lariman cells were implanted, Titus felt a huge change. The system told him that this thing could quickly stop bleeding and heal itself, essentially a way to recover while fighting. However, he couldn't try it yet. The reason was simple: he had just cut himself with a military dagger, and there wasn't even a white mark. When he tried to stab himself again, the tip of the knife chipped off…
As for the implantation process, it was still a blur. Several members of the Mechanicus barged in, but he didn't know if it was a hallucination or what. Titus simply stopped thinking about it. He couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried. He was going to die sooner or later anyway. Since the Emperor, Tzeentch, or some other god was willing to go to such lengths to implant organs in him, it couldn't be just to kill him, could it?
There must be a way to the front of the mountain.
Titus thought he would try sniping them one by one, or blow himself up with C4, to see where his limits were. Anyway, he had Lareman and the Second Heart.
As Titus walked out of the FBI office, deep in thought, it was just getting light. He glanced at his phone; it was 4:13.
He hailed a taxi to Sam's Club, intending to buy some groceries to cook a hearty lunch at home, so that his younger siblings could feel his love as their older brother.
He spent $260 on a membership card, entered Sam's Club, and immediately went to the milk section. He liked milk, and people who love milk are usually pretty good.
Moreover, he didn't want his younger brothers to grow up drinking expired milk powder and buying cheap candies from street vendors for a few cents, just like he did.
As he entered the milk section, he saw a familiar face—Dr. Bianca, with whom he had dinner the previous week.
He remembered this person, Bianca Samson, a woman trapped in medical school her whole life, who eventually died of cancer, pancreatic cancer. Her life was forever cut short at the age of 32, when she had just made it through the tough times, young and beautiful, her life just beginning.
At this moment, Bianca is intently selecting a dairy product. Her heavy dark circles under her eyes are pitiful. She looks like a child trying to live who has strayed into this cold world. She is squatting on the ground, a tiny little thing, wrapped tightly in a medical coat.
This is a woman whose ending is destined to be tragic, why add to her troubles?