Even she had some doubts about whether the Mediterranean horse Mars was a positive and negative staff. Not to mention surveillance, at least he was trying to contact Dr. Ted Bligh, hoping to reuse Dr. Ted Bligh's theoretical knowledge and make some technological breakthroughs.

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And if that is not the case.

Then she could only say: "Fake! What a coincidence!"

"This is not mine……"

Noticing a hint of doubt in the eyes of the well-dressed woman, Mars, the Mediterranean horse, became more and more frightened as he tried to get rid of Little Sheldon's notebook.

"This was written by a 9-year-old kid named Sheldon Cooper, who is now 12 years old..."

Before he finished speaking, seeing the bald middle-aged man getting more and more furious, the Mediterranean horse Mars couldn't speak anymore.

Because if you have never seen or heard of Little Sheldon, who would really believe that a 9-year-old child can be so defiant?

He is now in such a dangerous situation. The more he tells the truth, the more dangerous he will be.

Damn Sheldon Cooper!

At this moment, he hated Little Sheldon!

Not only was he severely ridiculed by the other party before, but now he is facing a life and death crisis because of Little Sheldon's notebook. What is this?

"If you don't believe it, just ask him. Sheldon Cooper is also on this train, in the VIP compartment at the back..."

Before he finished speaking, he was hit hard in the face by a bald middle-aged man with the butt of a gun, leaving him speechless.

"Do you think I will let you pass the message on?!!!"

The angry bald middle-aged man stared fiercely at Ma Xingsheng in the Mediterranean Sea. Seeing that Ma Xingsheng did not dare to look directly at him, he walked around the corridor in a manic manner, thinking about something at a loss.

At this time, the alarm bells were wailing outside.

The local police convoy has arrived and surrounded the carriage.

The balding middle-aged man asked everyone to pull down the sunshades to block the view in the car and avoid being targeted by sniper rifles. He walked around with the gun, leaning over from time to time to secretly observe the movement outside through the gaps.

The person in charge of the local police quickly contacted the train. Through the train staff, he dialed the on-board phone of the No. 3 ordinary car and asked to talk to the bald man who was the robber.

"I won't talk to you, I only talk to senior officers!"

The bald middle-aged man hung up the phone immediately.

The police chief outside looked grim.

What's the meaning?

He is the top person in charge at the scene, and what senior officer is he talking to?

"Hello Detective, I am Al Green Norway, FBI special agent, member of the BAU."

Al and the others had already watched the replay and were afraid of being accidentally injured by the local police, so they hurriedly evacuated from the VIP car and revealed their identities.

"Hello, Frank Morant, from the Dallas Police Department."

The head of the local police also knew the name of BAU. When he saw that there was an FBI at the scene, he was suspicious and a little unhappy and said: "It seems that you are the senior officer mentioned by the robbers? Do you know what is going on with this robber?"

"we know."

Al told the robbers about their situation.

"Psycho robber? Great!"

When the local police chief heard this, he immediately couldn't help but complain. After the strange atmosphere was over, he felt it was not enough and cursed: "Is this bullshit psychiatrist also mentally ill?

How can a mentally ill patient like this come to our seminar in Dallas as a successful case in alleviating acute mental illness? What a joke from hell!"

"Detective, now is not the time to talk about this. We need to find a way to persuade him and peacefully resolve this hostage crisis."

Al also wanted to complain like this, but she held back.

"Do you have any good suggestions?"

The person in charge of the local police did not have the traditional impression that Texans with strong martial arts would attack directly and forcefully.

Al looked at Chuck.

"Have your people in suits and ties, wear sunglasses, drive an SUV over, turn on the police lights, siren, and honk the horn. If possible, the police car will clear the way. When you get there, don't get out of the car. Wait 30 seconds.

Come down."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Then it's up to us."

"Who are you?"

The local police chief frowned and looked at Chuck in confusion.

"You don't know him? He's Dr. Chuck Wolfe!"

Al reminded.

"Oh it's you!"

The local police chief immediately changed his face to a smile, extended his hand enthusiastically and said: "I know you, you are the pride of our Texas!"

With that said, without waiting for Chuck to say anything, he directly picked up the phone and dialed, and began to deploy according to Chuck's instructions, and then asked humbly: "Why do you do this?"

"Isn't he going to talk to the senior officer?"

Chuck said calmly: "You are obviously not, then create a senior executive."

"So that's it."

The head of the local police nodded suddenly, and then asked worriedly: "Are you sure?"

"What confidence?"

Chuck looked at him.

"The person the robber wants to talk to is a senior officer..."

The local police chief hesitated.

"Chuck is the senior officer!"

Al smiled and said: "If it weren't for the worry that the robber had stayed in the mental hospital for too long and didn't know Chuck, there would be no need for those arrangements just now. If he just reported Chuck's name, he would definitely talk to Chuck directly."
Chapter completed!