Xu Cheng returned to the laboratory.

Fifteen days have passed today, and he has not returned for the past fifteen days, for fear that seeing the queen bee die will cause his experiment to miscarry.

When he walked into the lab and went to the cage, he saw that the queen bee was gone.

There was no movement, and I thought that his body had already disappeared.

When he knocked on the glass jar, the queen bee actually came out of the honeypot hole and flew around!

Xu Cheng was overjoyed.

He looked at the date of the experiment he had done that night, and yes, 15 days had passed!

But if you count the time that the queen bee survived before, it is equivalent to that it has lived for about 20 days.

Of course, it's a bit too early to say that genes have caused it to extend its life cycle, but Xu Cheng still thinks that it must have a lot to do with genes.

Xu Cheng still hasn't released the queen bee, he plans to observe it again to see how long the effect of this gene can extend its life cycle!

The next day.

Withers came to an office building in Las Vegas as a temporary base.

"Boss, the four of them have opened a room, on the second floor of the Venetian Hotel, Presidential Suite No. 201." At this time, a subordinate reported the whereabouts of the four Sals. They showed up as promised.

"Everyone, they're going to act, everyone pay attention, if you find anyone with gangster activities near the casino, report it immediately and let them follow."

"Yes!"

Several large casinos are already surrounded by plainclothes FBI personnel.

And in those breakfast rooms, the usual gambling gangs were overcrowded and ate breakfast there. They are already being watched by the FBI.

Once they gamble, they will be immediately followed by plainclothes police.

"Are casino insiders ready? Once someone enters, take out their mobile phone to look at the signal, and immediately steal the information of their mobile phone to track down who is in charge of planning. ”

Outside.

In fact, those gangs already know about the plainclothes police, they have intelligence, and they also have network intelligence to know the information of these people.

"A bunch of policemen, this is the information age, and plainclothes, when we don't know? Now you can upload photos on social networks and find out all of your ancestral graves. One of the gang members scoffed at the plainclothes policeman in the distance.

"Breakfast, ignore them, let them keep watch, anyway, we're just here for breakfast today." The other buddies said.

"These people are really funny, that captain Withers is even more stupid, and he came to have a showdown with the boss yesterday without evidence, isn't this a surprise?"

"Who knows, they think that when they shout 'I'm FBI,' others will be terrified, they don't look at who we are, and they are the least afraid of intimidation since they were young."

Withers walked straight out and went to a café to keep an eye on the Venetian Hotel, and when the action was there, he would rush into the presidential suite and catch who was ordering the bet on the spot.

At this time, the floor-to-ceiling glass window of the café, Xu Cheng pushed the door open and came in, and looked around to see that there were no seats, but the long row of seats in Withers was empty, so he sat opposite Withers.

"A cup of Blue Mountain coffee, thank you, and give me another copy of today's newspaper." Xu Cheng said to the waiter.

After the waiter handed him a cup of coffee and a newspaper, Xu Cheng gave him a $10 tip.

"Thank you." The waiter smiled slightly.

Tipping is a custom in the United States, and Xucheng also follows the local customs to make himself look more natural.

After a casual cup of coffee, he looked at Withers.

Although Withers belongs to the FBI department, he is not responsible for keeping an eye on Xu Cheng, so he doesn't know Xu Cheng either, but just treats him as a passerby.

Xu Cheng took out his mobile phone and opened the mobile terminal of FAC.

At this time, he said to the mobile chat platform: "Let's start." ”

Then a group of new gang members came out of the gang and made their way to a casino.

Xu Cheng had already started the operation in front of Withers. It's just that the people he uses are all new members of the four gangs who can ensure that they don't leave any criminal records in the police station. So those guys eating breakfast are actually a disguise. That's why they laugh at the stalking cops.

"Number 3, big!" Xu Cheng issued a command into his phone.

Withers was busy staring at the hotel and the reports of the people under him, so he naturally didn't notice or think that a passerby in front of him was actually the one who planned it.

"Number 5, big!" Xu Cheng issued an order again.

Withers subconsciously glanced at him and found that he was Asian, so he didn't care, and continued to drink his coffee and other news. Because he felt in his heart that it was impossible for the gang to get involved with the Asians.

"Number 1, small!" Xu Cheng gave another command to his phone. It's like someone holding a phone and chatting.

Withers just frowned and looked at him before asking, "What are you talking about?" ”

Xu Cheng smiled: "Play the game, we lose the sieve on the mobile phone, and whoever guesses the closer number wins." ”

Withers nodded.

Xu Cheng looked at him and said, "Your coffee is finished." ”

Withers nodded, "I know. ”

Xu Cheng followed his gaze and looked out of the glass window: "What are you looking at?" ”

"Nothing." Fearing that the guy would suspect that he was on a mission, Withers checked out the bill and got up and left.

After he walked out of the café, he stayed in the sun for an hour, and when he saw that the other party had not made a move, he yawned a little. At this time, I received a call from my subordinates: "Oh no, boss! The head of Elia Casino said that their money is growing negatively! ”

This is another routine that has been won away silently!

Withers hurriedly said into the headset: "The presidential suite of the Venetian Hotel, let me rush in, and let Arya's colleagues track down the mobile phones of the gamblers there to steal their codes." ”

"Boss, the technician is breaking into his phone, they've encrypted it."

Withers: "sh*t! Hurry up and track down the crack! ”

"Boss, okay, but he seems to be using Facebook to get the message across."

"Contact the person in charge of the social network, and we will ask for authorization instructions to obtain user information." Withers said.

"No, sir, we don't have enough authority, I'm afraid we can't."

Withers almost exploded, Facebook's global market value of more than $400 billion, it is indeed not something they can use their rights to obtain information authorization at will. That estimate can only be negotiated by someone from the Ministry of Defense.

Withers doesn't care, the Venetian Hotel rushed in, as long as the four bigwigs are caught on the spot, they can also solve the case together!

When they kicked open the presidential suite of the four bigwigs, they saw them playing cards.

Withers didn't say a word, raised his gun and all the personnel rushed in.

"Police, handle the case, all cooperate with me, take out your mobile phones!" Withers yelled.

All the big and small people inside took out their phones very cooperatively, and Withers checked that almost no one had the Facebook client installed on their phones, and no one was playing with their phones, all of them were on standby, not even the recent call logs.

Withers' pupils narrowed: "The plotter is someone else!" ”

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