The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Quantico, Virginia.

Located in a small riverside town near the west coast, it is the cradle of the birth of FBO and is also the current headquarters.

On the training ground, a group of new trainee agents endured the instructor's hysterical yelling and completed each set tactical action.

"You bugs really make me sick!"

"Remember, if you don't want my leather shoes and kisses on your damn ass, then bring your damn spirit back to me~!"

The instructor is wearing a dark blue training uniform so ironed that you can see the wrinkle lines. The three grooves of the dark cowboy hat on his head correspond to three fingers and can be easily removed. The stick in his hand keeps tapping his hand. My heart, my polished leather shoes can be used as mirrors.

Whether it was his extremely harsh words or his neat clothes, the trainee agents were extremely frightened, but they could not be timid, otherwise, trouble would come to their door.

"William~!"

"Yes Sir~!"

The blond young man whose name was called could clearly see that he had swallowed something in his throat, and his scalp was obviously numb, but he still quickly took a step forward and stamped his feet heavily to stand out of the queue.

"Tell me loudly, what is the creed of Ferbera?"

The instructor put his stick behind him, spread his legs slightly, assumed a striding posture, and looked at the newcomer eagerly.

"Report to the instructor, be loyal, brave, and upright~!"

At this time, William didn't know where he offended the instructor. He hesitated for a moment, but still reported the answer loudly.

"Excellent, but you hesitated for a second in your answer. Now, you have to accept the punishment. I want you to bravely enter this house and arrest the criminal. Ready Go~!"

The instructor touched the beard under his nose, his face was a little distorted, and after taking a deep breath, he pointed at the training house more than ten meters away with his huge lung capacity and roared, speaking very fast.

The young man's eyes widened, and his legs subconsciously ran in the direction pointed by the stick. His right hand touched the gun bag hanging under his arm under muscle memory. His mind was still remembering what he needed to do to enter the house and arrest someone. Pay attention to the actions and design essentials.

"Open the door FBi~!"

Standing diagonally in the direction of the door, not facing the door, William knocked hard on the door with his big hand and shouted out the popular shout. After receiving no response, he quickly opened the door, using a Weaver-style shooting posture, and started Enter the house cautiously.

"Open your eyes, you bunch of bastards. If you make the same mistake as him, being buried in the soil will be your final destination~!"

All the newly trained trainee agents were like quails at this time, especially those in the first row. The instructor's saliva sprayed on their faces and they didn't dare to wipe it off.

"Bang bang bang bang~!"

Continuous gunshots came from the room behind him. After a while, William's head came out in frustration, and he kept chanting "FU*K" in his mouth, with an annoyed look on his face and his intestines turned green with regret.

"Get your damn&& to where it belongs~!"

"Yes Sir~!"

Seeing the instructor's blushing face, William put the pistol back into his gun bag.

"Wow, my God, let's take a look. This almost four-year-old 'suspect' was killed with one shot. I have to say, William, your marksmanship is very accurate. How should I reward you!"

The instructor who walked into the room poked his finger into the wooden board where one of them had been shot. On it was printed a child who was not even taller than his waist. There was a clear hole on his forehead. His finger was in the hole, just picking at it. The boards are out. The team of trainee agents couldn't hold it in anymore. The various sounds coming out of their noses made William's straight chest gradually bend.

"I~~, Im, sorry, I, I didn't know there were hostages inside!"

"You shouldn't apologize to me. How did your dog brain judge that she was the suspect I mentioned? The rag doll in her hand, let me think about it, did you treat it as a bomb?"

With a strong sense of ridicule, the wooden hostage in the instructor's hand was dangling on his finger. William was scolded without saying a word, but his neck turned red.

……

"Martin, Martin, here is a box of information sent from the Great Lakes area. I think these trainee agents not only need to learn their mobility, but their brains should also be trained!"

Not far away, an intelligence officer holding a box of materials walked from the building to the front of the team of newly trained trainee agents. After putting down the materials in his hands, he looked at the wooden board on Instructor Martin's middle finger and shrugged. shoulder, and gave a middle finger to William, who stood alone.

"Oh my God, Eddie, their stupidity makes me feel very uncomfortable. They are really the worst group I have ever brought. I suddenly discovered that the last group had shitty brains. At least God can bless them to graduate. , as for these, oh, NO, garbage should stay in the trash can~!"

The instructor, who treated the trainee detectives as if they were his father-killing enemies, was extremely gentle when treating this female colleague. Of course, he also said that these people were worthless and trampled on their dignity.

"Boys, I think what Instructor Martin said may be right. You can find ways to prove yourself, such as... these. If you find useful clues, it can prove that, at least, you are not trash~!"

Eddie looked at the trainee agents who had been inspired to fight, and smiled knowingly at Instructor Martin. This information is not that important. The local anti-ultimacy department does not have so much time to spend on these trivial matters. A rough analysis If there is no problem, the information will be sent to the headquarters.

As for the next analysis work at the headquarters, the important ones will definitely be handled by the intelligence department. That doesn't matter, it will be left to these newcomers, which can be regarded as training their abilities.

If you can find some people with good analytical skills, then outside of the operations department, it is not a department without brains.

"Don't use your brains all day long on eating. Ferbole doesn't need so much waste. During the two-hour break, if you can't find something useful from the box, today is destined to be a wonderful day~, I Will guarantee you will remember this day!”

"Disband~!"

Instructor Martin, who had been howling for a long time, took a bottle of water and poured it into his stomach. He watched a group of trainee agents crowding in front of the carton, each grabbed a handful of information and ran away. He shook his head in disappointment and cooperated. Cooperate, but they still don’t understand.

William waited until the end, looked at the bottom of the box, and the document with a paper clip on it. He flicked it with the back of his hand and saw something. The date was this morning, the subject of the investigation, Ch...!
"Oh my God, these are all trivial things. Why do you remember what time the dog goes to pee!"

In the Datongbu dormitory of the intern agents, the intern agents who had received the information were sitting on stools one by one. They were so nervous that they scratched their heads and scratched their heads. They ran their right hands over various information, trying to find the hidden problems behind it. However, most of them were Useless effort.

"Hey, Chapman, don't disturb me, my God, this is a new case, a serial killer case, I must catch him~~~vomit~!"

The trainee agent, who had just been moaning for less than two seconds, didn't know what exciting content he saw. Before the excitement was over, he instantly started to make a sound of retching.

All this did not disturb William. He held his cheek and read the schedule of the people in the temporary agency and what they were busy with.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he felt something was wrong.

After flipping through more than a dozen documents, William felt more and more irritated, until he was so angry that he threw the document on the table, the paper clip fell off, and several shopping lists fell under the table.

The moment he bent down, he discovered that the same name appeared in three long shopping lists.

“Renwal”

"Lenvall Model Company submarine model toy, 1.99 knives~!" (End of this chapter)