Chapter 71 Barney Ross

How to take photos is still very learned.

Entering the secret factory, as soon as he saw that the plants inside had been picked, Li Changheng thought that if he wanted to pretend to be Gore, he could not take pictures of the plants that had been touched by Ryan and others.

Fortunately, it was only two days since Ryan and others started picking. Nearly half of the potted plants were intact, enough for him to find a good angle to take pictures.

Moreover, Li Changheng even thought that if the plants planted in the bonsai were moved by someone in the past two months, the bonsai and the whole picture would not be able to be photographed.

After finishing the photos, the two quickly left the farm before dawn, got in the car and went straight back to the police station.

Letting Will be responsible for cleaning the mud on the rain boots and police cars, Li Changheng took the camera into the darkroom in the basement of the police station, put on gloves and began to develop the photos.

At nine o'clock in the morning, Will brought Li Changheng to the post office of the small town. In the name of fire prevention, he dragged the only staff member in the post office who was sitting in the office to check around.

Li Changheng, who had been wearing gloves all the time, found the stamp of the post office, adjusted the date to four days ago, the day before Gore's death, and pressed the blue stamp on the envelope.

Putting the letter back in his pocket, he followed Will and put forward a few opinions on fire prevention.

After leaving the post office, the two simply went to bookstores, hotels, fitness centers, and supermarkets, checked them again in the name of fire prevention, and then drove back to the police station.

After entering Will's office, Li Changheng took out the envelope and put it on the table, "Sheriff, are you sure you only need the stamp of the place of origin to send the letter, not the post office of the receiving city?"

"Nonsense, can I still hurt you?"

Will rolled his eyes at Li Changheng, "The U.S. Postal Service is the most unreliable agency in the world. Among the ten letters I received, at least three of them were not stamped by the post office in a small town.

The only thing they care about is whether the stamps you put on are enough for postage.

If you are still worried, how about I go to Cleveland to deliver the letter, and you take the evidence you prepared and go to the morgue to have Gore's fingerprints and leave fingerprints?

Then go to his house to hide evidence? "

Fuck you fat man.

Thinking of the tragic situation of Gore, Li Changheng gave Will a white look, put away the envelope and stood up and said, "Give me the materials to be handed in, and I can sleep when I come back early.

Otherwise, when he went to practice shooting with Horn at night, that guy might find something."

"That's true."

Will nodded, and took out a file bag from the file cabinet, "This is the information on Rambo's death, you can just hand it over to the Cleveland Police Department's archives.

Remember, Prosecutor Charles' office is at 1218 Francesca Street.

And don’t miss your inbox.”

"Don't worry," Li Changheng took the portfolio, "I'm more professional than you in this kind of thing."

With this information, I have lived up to the time I wasted when I was a temporary policeman.

Drive back to the hotel, take the box with the fake mustache and eyes, and spare police uniform.

Then I went to the small town and found a random clothing store, and bought a set of outdoor clothes, a cotton jacket, shoes and a backpack. Li Changheng didn't go directly to Cleveland, but drove to the mountains to find Rambo.

He parked the car on the side of the muddy road at the hillside of the second exit of the mine, sat in the driver's seat, and waved to the mountain with his hand outstretched.

I believe that there is no need to shout or whistle by yourself. During the day, Rambo will definitely hide on the mountain and observe instead of staying in the mine all the time.

Sure enough, not long after, there was a slight sound of footsteps.

Through the rearview mirror, I saw Rambo holding the M16 he had snatched from Officer Di Miji, carefully aiming at the driver's seat, and walking over from behind the car.

Li Changheng didn't move, but put his hands on the steering wheel, and waited for Rambo to confirm that it was him.

Only then said with a smile, "Can you put down the gun, it will make me nervous."

Rambo hesitated for a few seconds before putting away his gun and asking, "Why?"

"Put on a police uniform, or become a town policeman?"

Li Changheng smiled and revealed his police badge, stepped over the center console of the police car, and pulled away the passenger seat.

Pointing to the spare police uniform on the back seat, he said, "Get in the car, no one would have thought that I would drive a police car and ask you to disguise yourself as a police officer and take you out of Ohio.

If you are not at ease, feel wronged and sit in the back seat with handcuffs on.

Or more safely, just lie in the trunk, and when you leave Ohio, get out of the car and leave by yourself."

Rambo looked astonished. He really didn't expect that Li Changheng would actually drive him away in a police car.

"Stop talking nonsense, after I send you off, I still have something to go to Cleveland."

Urged by the impatient Li Changheng, Rambo hesitated for a few seconds before opening the door and getting into the back seat.

Lying in the trunk, it means that you don't trust Li Changheng very much.

As for Rambo, who sat directly in the co-pilot seat and was still a little confused, he couldn't trust Li Changheng unreservedly under the circumstances.

After the police car drove for less than a minute, Li Changheng, who was driving, complained.

"Hell, can't you find a place to take a shower?"

Rambo raised his arm and smelled it, and the smell was really strong.

Not long after the police car stopped on a bridge, Rambo, who had already figured it out, left the gun in the back seat, got out of the car with his police uniform and shoes, and washed himself in the river under the bridge.

After washing his whole body, Rambo felt as if he had been reborn. When he saw himself with long hair past his ears in the reflection of the river, he suddenly felt that the long hair was still too obvious.

And the police rarely, very rarely have such long hair.

Without much hesitation, he bald himself with a dagger.

In the end, the whole person dived into the river for more than ten seconds, and when he reappeared, he was much more energetic and sharp.

Putting on Li Changheng's spare police uniform, the two of them were about the same height, except that the jacket was a little tighter at the shoulders, but it seemed to fit them quite well.

He dug a small hole by the river, buried the dirty clothes he had changed, and finally pressed down on dozens of pebbles, which he was still worried about, before walking onto the bridge with his own dagger.

Li Changheng whistled, "Look, who is this, Officer John Rambo?"

Rambo suddenly smiled, but then he was stunned for a moment. He sat in the passenger seat of the police car and said suddenly, "Officer Henry Lee, you can call me Officer Barney Ross."

Barney Ross?

Li Changheng was taken aback for a moment, and ten thousand NM's suddenly popped up in his heart.

However, whether it is Barney or Lambo, they are actually the same appearance.

And the Death Squad did not introduce Barney Ross's birth, only said that he was once a brave warrior who experienced countless life and death battles.

This made Li Changheng, who originally only wanted to learn the skills of survival and escape in the wilderness from Rambo, suddenly felt that he really should form a team to deal with emergencies.

"Are you ready, Officer Ross, we have to go."

Rambo, oh no.

It should be Barney now. He picked up a milky white cowboy hat from the back seat and put it on his head, fastened his seat belt, smiled and pointed forward, "Let's go, Officer Henry."

'Humph', Li Changheng rolled his eyes, started the car, and drove to Cleveland.

Thanks to the book friend 20201207004432496, Huiming Suoji, Suffering Uninterruptedly, MR fan friends, who love to eat wolves and D sheep for their rewards, thank you.