Jack tried his best to finally tactfully hand over the aunt to a police officer to make a record.

When he came outside the store in a cold sweat, several people were sitting in a circle, watching Rossi and Hodchner stand in the middle and role-play.

"Now you are Francis Goering, cruel sadist, and I am Henry Foster, your slave, a docile and overwhelmed 'give'."

Rossi walks back and forth in front of Hodchner, trying to immerse herself in the character.

"I need you to dominate me, only in this way can my life have direction and meaning to live."

Rosie suddenly pointed at Hodchner, who immediately answered, "It's good to be alive like this, but suddenly one day, I blew myself up and I died." ”

"You died, I lost you, and at the same time I lost my self-awareness, because my self-knowledge is closely related to you."

Jack thinks Rosie's crazy appearance is very funny, as if he is performing a stage play, and Hodgner on the side cooperates with him with a straight face, from the reluctance at the beginning, to the gradual brightening of his eyes, it seems that he is also getting better.

So he quietly took out his phone to take a sneak peek, Emily and Jiejie were smiling on the side, as if they wanted to say that the audience had a share, and Red was a little overwhelmed, not knowing if he wanted to dissuade him, or if he also found it funny.

"The depersonalization syndrome you already had was exacerbated by the loss of a loved one." Hodchner continued.

Rosie looked into Hodchner's eyes, "I'm the only one left now." ”

"But you hate yourself." Hodgner looked back, too.

"Yes, but why?" Rosie muttered to herself.

"Because I brainwashed you, with my way of life, I told you over and over again that you are a waste, and you are worthless without me."

Hodgner put his hands in his pockets and said words with a blank expression, as if he had really become Francis Goering.

"That's right." Rossi was getting more excited.

"So I went home and destroyed everything, everything that reminded me of who I was, and I destroyed myself just to become you, and that was the only way I could live."

The four people who originally seemed to be watching the show all got goosebumps, and Jack suddenly thought of a word, borrowing corpses to resurrect their souls.

According to Rossi and Hodgner's reasoning, Henry Foster turned himself into Francis the moment he learned of Francis Goering's death.

In a sense, it can also be seen that the moment Francis Goering detonated the grenade, his soul entered Henry Foster's body, replacing him and achieving a rebirth in a sense.

"If you think about it the way Francis does. Oh my god, I know where he's going. Emily pulls out a bag of exhibits containing the photo that Red took from the fridge earlier.

"Rhett, do you remember the first home tapes that were found at his house?"

"Francis said that kings live on high places, keep an eye on intruders, and so on, and talk about arming to defend their realms. ”

He reached out and took the picture from Emily's hand, pointed to the boulder on it, and asked, "Is it possible that he saw this as his castle?" ”

"Just ask." Hodchner directly greeted the sheriff not far away.

"Sheriff, do you know where the terrain in this picture is located?"

The sheriff took the photograph and squinted his eyes to hold it farther away, recognizing the huge rock in the photograph as soon as he saw it.

"This is the Black Hawk's Beak, which the militia used to be used as a training base, but was later banned by order from above."

"Sheriff, we must now assume that Henry Foster would behave similarly to Francis, who now has hostages in his hands and is heavily armed."

"If he is caught, he will not only be willing to die, but he will also try to take all of us with him to be buried, as much as Francis did with the fallen police officer."

Hodgner did his job and began to call the shots.

The sheriff was already impressed by the performance of everyone in the BAU team, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then what do you need, I will do my best to meet your request." ”

"Guides who know the terrain, enough men to block the roads, and your best sharpshooters."

Hodgner looked at Jack, "It's time to show off your new toy, and I hope you can use it as accurately as you use your pistol." ”

Jack shrugged his shoulders and said that he was not stressed about this, he was only worried that his 16-inch barreled Scout HK417 would not be accurate enough if it was too far away.

The HK417 with a 20-inch barrel is the proper sniper type, and the one he now has in his hand can only be regarded as an accurate marksman's rifle.

Fortunately, he prepared a box of M118LR sniper bullets by himself, and with mastery skills, it should be enough to deal with most situations.

However, this also made Jack secretly pay attention, and now he is not short of money, tens of thousands of sniper rifles and tens of thousands of smaller scopes can still be afforded, and he can consider buying a few to practice if he has the opportunity.

As for the future mission needs, of course, the FBI will pay for it, as long as he shows the corresponding ability, whether it is Rosie or Hodchner, they will help him report and apply for new equipment.

The road leading to the canyon was rough and bumpy, and it took nearly an hour before they finally came to the boulder of the so-called Black Eagle's Beak.

From the photo, it looks like a huge rock, but when you get closer, you realize that it is an isolated cliff.

At least forty or fifty meters above the ground, there is no bare grass on it, not to mention the front, if you want to go around it from behind, you have to climb for half a day, it is very steep.

Then, unsurprisingly, Jack meets a new acquaintance.

"Harris Townsend? Why are you here? ”

"The sheriff says you need the best sharpshooter here, and I am." The old white man straightened his thinning hair and lifted a Remington M700 with an 8x mirror from the back seat of the car.

"Is that okay? He's a civilian. Hodchner looked at the sheriff.

"You say the best, he's the best, a former special forces sniper, and no one knows the terrain better than him, I can vouch for him."

The sheriff took off his cowboy hat and stared at the cliff with hatred, "My people have seen him, it's on the top of the hill, on the other side of the ridge, let's get rid of this bastard as soon as possible, and let the people here return to a peaceful life." ”

Jack opened the trunk of the car, took out his HK417, examined it carefully, and then took out a box of sniper ammunition, filled it with 5 rounds, and then reloaded it with a magazine of normal ammunition.

"Wow, another German product, is this gun any good?" Harris asked, skewed.

Jack rolled his eyes, "It's definitely stronger than your 223 Remington bullet, it's so windy here, what if it misses?" ”

It's actually on the monthly ticket list, why don't you cheer up and let me get 2,000 votes?

(End of chapter)