"The Left Hand of God, that's a good nickname," Gao Guang was very satisfied, very, very, very satisfied.

Stronger than the Elevator War God, because the nickname Elevator War God is too limiting. First of all, the elevator is too small, and once you leave the elevator, you're no longer a war god, right?

A thousand times stronger than the nickname Mad Dog, Gao Guang was very firm about this.

"You want to take this as a nickname?"

Worton seemed to have some objections to the Left Hand of God. He said in amazement, "Are you sure you want to associate yourself with Ryan? This name is only circulating within the police station. We've put a lot of effort into preventing the video from spreading and protecting you very carefully. If you use this nickname, doesn't that mean the mad dog of the King's Defense killed Ryan? Are you sure about this?"

Gao Guang was amazed, then became indignant.

"What? Can't I use this nickname yet?"

But after thinking about it carefully, Gao Guang said helplessly, "It seems that I really can't use it..."

Suddenly, Mike whispered, "This guy is really amazing. If it were me, I'd probably die in the elevator, um, tsk, I'd die in the elevator."

Worton laughed, "Anyway, you're famous. Although the range of circulation won't be too large, you're famous, buddy. You fired these two shots in actual combat, and the images were preserved. My god, you're famous."

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Gao Guang was still very happy, but his happiness was diminished, so he said somewhat helplessly, "Tell me about that sniper. How did he die, and also, do you know what Ryan was trying to do?"

"The sniper was killed by Ryan."

He revealed the mystery right away. Worton lowered his voice and said, "The autopsy showed that the sniper did indeed die from a close-range gunshot, with the muzzle pressed just above the right ear. Because the pistol was fired against the skull, the bullet's trajectory inside the skull was chaotic, but the muzzle and skin were in direct contact. However, there was much less gunpowder residue on the back of the scalp, indicating that the muzzle flash was directed forward."

Gao Guang was puzzled. "What does this mean?"

"It means the angle of the shot was wrong."

Worton extended his index finger and thumb, gesturing the posture of a pistol, then turned his hand over, with the thumb pointing down and the index finger aimed at his own temple.

"The normal posture is like this, which is the most convenient and direct action after drawing the gun. So if the shot was fired like this, the muzzle flash from the sniper's gun should have been directed more backward, not forward. This was calculated based on the height and arm length of the deceased. The direction of the muzzle at the time of death indicates that he must have fired the gun like this."

He forcefully pulled his arm back, assuming a very awkward posture. Worton continued, "Obviously, no one would use such an uncomfortable posture to shoot themselves. It's impossible, unless someone from behind suddenly pulled out his gun and fired at his head. In that case, this kind of wound would be normal."

Gao Guang was stunned for a moment and said, "Someone was behind the sniper, suddenly pulled out his pistol, and fired a shot at his head."

Worton nodded, then continued, "The fingerprints extracted from the sniper rifle were messy, with only residual fingerprints. Someone deliberately wiped the sniper rifle, but with modern technology, as long as a gun has been fired, it will be contaminated with particles of gunpowder residue. Of course, these particles cannot exist for too long, and the testing also takes time, but the presence of these particles on Ryan's body should be confirmable."

"He could have been next to the sniper, but he didn't fire the gun."

Worton smiled and said, "If he were alive, he could certainly exonerate himself. I have no doubt that complete evidence cannot be extracted. But since he's dead, he can't destroy the evidence of his crime. So the sniper was killed by him. And why did he kill the sniper? Because he had to kill Ronnie to silence him. He succeeded, so the sniper became someone who had to be silenced."

"Is this a fact or... speculation?"

Worton said very seriously, "This is speculation, but it's the conclusion reached by the police station, so it's a fact."

"So are we in the clear?"

Worton was silent for a moment, then sighed softly, "This matter... is very troublesome. Ryan has many accomplices, and he also has many colleagues and friends. The most troublesome thing is that the FBI is unwilling to convict Ryan, which would be very embarrassing for the FBI. Do you understand?"

"I understand. So the FBI will try to clear Ryan's name?"

"It depends on whether our evidence is sufficient, but it's certain that the FBI will give us resistance. However, you shouldn't be in any danger. It's just that during this time, you need to keep a low profile."

He had once again gotten into trouble, but this was really within his expectations, and the trouble of getting rid of Ryan was far less than the trouble of keeping Ryan alive, at least within manageable limits.

Gao Guang let out a long sigh and said, "Got it, I'll be careful."At this moment, Mike suddenly said, "Can you show me that video again?"

"Don't worry, at least I can guarantee that you are definitely the informant of the police. Everything is done under the guidance of the Los Angeles Police Department. You need to make this clear to Francesco and John. At least you need to be consistent in your story."

Worton comforted Gao Guang and then picked up his phone again, smiling, "Come on, let's enjoy it again. Classics are worth savoring repeatedly."

Gao Guang helplessly said, "Send me a copy of this video too. I need to keep it for future bragging rights."

Just as Gao Guang took out his phone, it rang right on cue.

Gao Guang looked at it and saw that it was a call from Mr. Smith.

It was normal for Mr. Smith to call, but it was not even six o'clock in the morning.

"Hello."

"Is anyone nearby?"

"Yes, please wait a moment."

Gao Guang walked out of the ward, found a quiet place in the corridor, and said in a low voice, "It's more convenient to talk now."

Smith smiled and said, "I just received an email from a friend at the FBI. I took a look, you're really something, Mad Dog."

Gao Guang was a little worried. He was afraid that Smith was trying to warn him with these words.

"Has something bad happened?"

"Something bad? Well, killing Ryan is definitely not a good thing, but I'm not calling to warn you. I just wanted to say those two shots were great, very impressive. The left-handed gun god, haha, that nickname is quite loud."

Wait a minute, didn't Worton just say that the leak of the video was under control? Then how did Mr. Smith, an outsider, receive the message?

Gao Guang said in a low voice, "You received the message so quickly?"

"I have my own sources of information. The person who sent me this video doesn't know that I know you. He just thought it was surprising and sent me this video as a topic of conversation among friends. But I recognized you at a glance, Mad Dog. You're famous now, but being famous like this may not be a good thing."

Gao Guang immediately asked, "Can you tell me what to do?"

Smith fell silent for a moment and then suddenly said, "How's Caps?"

"He was shot, but he won't die. However, he was shot in the abdomen, so recovery will be difficult."

"Poor Caps, he's really unlucky."

Without telling Gao Guang what to do, Smith expressed concern for John. After a few sighs, Smith suddenly said, "Caps needs to recuperate, so you have nothing to do. Go on vacation."

"Vacation? Go on vacation now?"

Smith must have had a deep meaning in making this call, otherwise he could have waited until a more reasonable hour to call. But what does this have to do with John?

Just as Gao Guang began to speculate, Smith continued, "The Los Angeles Police Department only manages Los Angeles, but the FBI manages the entire United States. Your name as the left-handed gun god has reached the heads of the FBI. No trouble now doesn't mean there won't be trouble in the future. So you'd better go on vacation. By the time you come back from vacation, the storm over this matter should have passed."

Gao Guang understood. Smith meant for him to lay low and not get involved in whatever Linda would do next.

But where should he go on vacation? Gao Guang thought for a moment and said, "I want to go back to my home country. Do you think that's convenient?"

"Not convenient. It's not a good idea for you to leave Los Angeles until this matter is resolved, let alone think about going back to your home country."

After that, Smith said in a faint tone, "I have some friends who can help you, but it will take time. Now is not a good time to handle this. Wait until the heat dies down a bit."

"Thank you. So where should I go on vacation?"

Smith smiled and said, "Danny will help you book your plane ticket. Ask him about the details. Now I have to go back to bed and continue sleeping. I'll say it again, those two shots were really good, left-handed gun god, haha."

The call ended, and Gao Guang was a little dazed.

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Smith's call was to tell Gao Guang that he was in trouble, but he could help Gao Guang solve this trouble because he had friends at the FBI, and they were very high-ranking friends. But it's not easy to resolve this matter on the current turbulent situation, so Gao Guang needed to lay low.

But what did vacation mean?

Gao Guang thought for a moment and then called Danny.

The call was immediately answered, and Gao Guang said in a low voice, "Hi, Danny, sorry for calling so early. I..."

"Hello, left-handed gun god."

Danny interrupted Gao Guang and said with a smile, "I really didn't expect to meet you again like this. But I'm curious, did you ever think about the consequences of letting your magical video spread everywhere, before the entire FBI knew that a left-handed gun god had taken down their colleague, and before the entire Los Angeles Police Department heard about a left hand of God?"Gao Guang fell silent for a moment, then he sighed deeply and said in a low voice, "I promise you, I saw the video later than you did, and I really didn't know how effective those two shots would be. I really didn't!"

Danny should choose to believe Gao Guang's words, so he stopped mocking Gao Guang in a sarcastic tone and said seriously, "You've been set up. You should be grateful that Mr. Smith saw the video in time and is willing to help you out. Listen! Mr. Smith will keep you from retaliation, but you need to take a break first. After the dust settles, you absolutely cannot get involved in this matter again, or no one can save you! But don't sever your ties with the police. It's beneficial to maintain a good relationship with the Los Angeles Police Department, so find a smart excuse to avoid it, understand?"

Just don't get involved in this matter anymore, find a way to avoid it, but also have a reasonable excuse to avoid causing dissatisfaction for Linda and Walton, affecting the relationship that has been established with difficulty.

Gao Guang thought for a moment, then sighed and said in a low voice, "I broke my arm! So I need to go recover."

Danny exclaimed, "No way, really broken?"

Gao Guang fell silent for a moment and said in a low voice, "It can really be broken."

Danny sighed and said, "Forget it, it's not that serious. It's a pity if the God's left hand is broken, it will affect the arm's function in the future."

"What? It will affect the arm's function? Then forget it, forget it, I won't break my arm."

Danny couldn't help but curse, then he said helplessly, "I used to admire your determination, but you didn't keep it up for long. Forget it, don't leave by self-harm. Find your own excuse, think about it and tell me, goodbye."