Emily Plantis looks older than JJ, presumably about the same age as Zoe, and has long black hair with a slightly curly shawl, which is only slightly shorter than JJ's long bright blonde hair.

Although it is not a stunning beauty like JJ, it has an extra layer of intellectual and rational temperament, which makes people feel trustworthy and trusted.

And after getting along for a long time, you will find that she speaks in a clear manner, has a strong personality, and has a bit of the taste of the big sister next door, at least Red eats this very much, and soon the two became friends.

Penelope Garcia is a strange woman, although she is in her early 30s, she likes to dress up, often dresses flamboyantly, and her body is too plump to be closer to the appearance of ordinary people than everyone here.

But she has a very simple personality, and occasionally looks a little cautious, but it is easy to guess, after all, except for her, everyone in the group is a psychologist who can see through people's hearts at a glance.

Jack felt that Penelope Garcia was likely to be the most popular person in the group in the future, and her cheerful personality quickly got along with everyone, except, of course, the eldest Rossi and the ever-poker-faced Aaron Hodchner.

However, it is very surprising that among the three newcomers, the first to intersect with Jack is the unsmiling Hodchner.

First at the FBI's indoor shooting range, Jack dragged a reluctant Red to practice his gun that day.

"As you said, when my wrist is stable enough, hitting the target is just a simple ballistic calculation problem, my calculation ability is innate, why do I have to practice every day? I'm now taking up a lot of my reading time every day. ”

Red expresses his displeasure with Jack's daily forced pull to practice his guns.

"Because muscle memory is maintained." Jack didn't talk nonsense with him, put on his headphones and stood at the shooting position seemingly casually.

Red thought he was going to perform that kind of amazing blind shooting again, but he suddenly pulled out his gun and shouted, "FBI, put down your weapons." ”

This was followed by a continuous burst of gunfire, which emptied the magazine in less than 3 seconds, and then with a press of the thumb, the magazine slipped off, and the other hand was already holding a magazine and waiting, and it was reloaded with a click.

The gunfire continued to ring, and the moment the second magazine was emptied, Glock was handed from his right hand to his left, and then he pulled out the FK7.5 from the holster under his armpit, and the deafening gunfire rang out again.

With the sound of the motor, the target paper was sent to the eyes of the two people, and the 15-meter half-body target, the head and heart were hit with two black holes, and there was not a single bullet hole elsewhere.

"Do you see clearly?" Jack picked up the target paper and looked at Red through the shattered black hole in his head.

"We have to deal with extremely vicious criminals, and even at the last minute, we must be prepared to deal with the other side to the death."

"If I'm a perverted serial killer and I meet you on a narrow path, what do you think should do to get me?"

Jack grinned and grinned, and gradually approached Red, making him swallow involuntarily and take a half step back, bumping into Hodchner, who was watching the show.

"You're going to give Dr. Red nightmares at night."

Hodgner reached out and helped Red, and with a serious expression on his face, it was hard to tell if he was joking or really trying to persuade Jack.

He reached out and took the target paper, looked at it carefully for a long time, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Jack, are you really from LAPD and not SWAT?" I haven't seen this kind of marksmanship in either the operations office or the FBI's SWAT. ”

"If it were me, I would only have to pray that there was a SWAT team behind me when I met you, are you asking too much of Dr. Red?"

Jack gathered away his two pistols as he motioned for his attention to the odd wooden holster that Rhett hung loosely around his waist.

"Do you know why I didn't correct Red's way of carrying a gun?"

Hodgner pondered for a moment, the corners of his mouth grinning in a slight arc, which was really difficult to spot without looking closely.

"You want him to give the wrong impression?"

Jack nodded, "Yes, his appearance is very deceptive, it's the best disguise, no one will see him as the primary threat." ”

Hodgner nodded in understanding, and then stood silently.

Jack took Red to practice, wiped the two pistols himself, and when he reassembled the pistol, he began to reload the magazine with the loader.

Seeing that Hodchner was still standing there with a frown, as if he was making some difficult decision, he couldn't help but smile on his face.

"Is there something that Rosie asked you to find me?"

As a local and a patrol officer in Wilshire for another year, Jack is no longer the stunned young man who had to help Hannah and Zoe in renting a house.

Although he doesn't like to engage in a bunch of informants and the like, he patrols the streets every day, and he is quite familiar with the downtown area of Los Angeles.

Except for Red, who is barely half a local, Jack has contributed more or less during the other team members moving to Los Angeles, whether it is renting or moving.

Even small things like hiring a cleaner or applying for a parking space, sometimes handing over a note with a phone number on it can save people a lot of effort.

Hodgner hesitated again and again before he said with some difficulty, "My wife, Hallie, she is 8 months pregnant, and she was diagnosed with preeclampsia before, although it is quite stable, but I am very worried about her recent blood sugar level, but the insurance company is here."

"I see, your specialist hasn't done it yet, has he? I'm going to contact my friends at the central hospital. ”

Jack interrupted what he was about to say, pulled out his cell phone and dialed Carris's number, quickly helping to connect him to a hospital bed where Hodchner's wife could be admitted to the hospital for a check-up tomorrow.

At noon the next day, Jack baked some delicious little cakes, went to the FBI building, first went to the 12th floor, found Hannah who had just returned from a business trip, and gave a small gift.

Compared to the BAU team, which had just arrived and had not yet started 'business', the FBI's Los Angeles office was much busier, with fax machines squeaking, phones ringing, and Hannah writing reports on the computer with a sad face.

When she saw Jack, she scratched her messy hair, revealing a pitiful look that wanted to cry without tears, and someone could only spread her hands, indicating that she couldn't help it.

Without bothering Britney for too long, Jack ignored the curious exchange of Hannah's FBI colleagues, asked for a sweet kiss and walked away.

Instead of going upstairs to the BAU floor, he went back to the garage, restarted the Firebird, and went to the central hospital.

The central hospital was as busy as ever, and Jack found Dr. Carris first and gave him a basket of small cakes to express his gratitude.

Carris looks intoxicated and radiant, and it seems that John's good things are indeed close to her.

People come to life.,I'm sorry.,Let's change a chapter first.,I'll continue to code after eating.,Try to make up for it before 12 o'clock.。

(End of chapter)