Henry Foster burst out with a blood flower under his ribs, and at about the same time, a 7.62mm bullet burrowed into his temple, flying out from the other side, taking some of the brain contents with him along the way.

The corpse froze for a moment, then collapsed on top of the girl on the ground, screaming in fright.

Almost at the same time as the gunshots rang out, less than 20 meters away from them, the three Jie Jie, who were hiding behind a rock, rushed forward.

"Good marksmanship!" Harris exclaimed, he chose to grasp the larger torso, but it was far less effective than Jack's headshot.

A shot in the torso is not immediately fatal, and it is very likely that the opponent will subconsciously pull the trigger in his hand before he dies, whether it is a threat to the hostages under him or Hodchner under the cliff.

Harris packed up his Remington M700 and slung it on his back, "See you at the bar in the evening, I'll get ready for the best beer and bourbon." ”

After saying that, he went down the hill by himself.

Rosie picked up the shell that Jack had shot, held it in his hand, and looked at the scenery in the distance without making a sound.

"Still thinking about what Harris said?" Jack put HK417 away, put it aside, and sat beside him with his knees crossed.

"It's not just Ruby Ridge, it's Waco six months later, and Oklahoma City."

"Everybody remembers it was an FBI sniper who killed a mother with a baby in her arms, and six months later, in Waco, we didn't fire a single shot and 76 people died, including women, some children."

"These scenes still linger in my mind to this day, why so many people don't trust us."

"After that, a lot of my old friends left the FBI, and I wavered."

The Waco that Rossi is talking about is the David Jiao tragedy that occurred in the small town of Waco, Texas, which began on February 28, 1993.

Also after the failure of the operation, the FBI took over and mobilized National Guard tanks and armored vehicles to lay siege to the David Jiao Ranch in the center of Mount Carmel.

After more than 40 days of stalemate, the F.B.I. decided to use tear gas to launch a raid, only to have the gang spill liquid fuel directly inside the building.

In the end, a total of 76 people, including more than 20 children and two pregnant women, were killed.

Two years later, on April 19, 1994, the second anniversary of the Waco massacre, a truck loaded with two tons of fertilizer, methane and diesel fuel exploded north of the nine-story federal building in Oklahoma City.

With 168 people killed and nearly 700 wounded, it was the largest KB attack on North American soil before 911.

The murderer, McVeigh, a supporter of the militia and a sympathizer of David's gangsters, confessed that he had created the bombing to prevent ZF from committing future "crimes" such as the Waco massacre or the Ruby Ridge incident.

In short, these things are very fascinating to Jack, when he was in politics, he once looked up some relevant materials with great interest, and also watched related documentaries.

But Jack has never been able to understand the logic behind these things, in fact, even the Americans themselves have a thousand theories.

The Doomsday Oblique Cult, founded by a psychotic control freak whose leader slept with all the wives of his followers, caused a tragedy that became the trigger for a horrific bombing two years later.

The killer's view is that the tough actions of federal law enforcement are the tragedy that led to everything, basically ignoring the evil deeds of the sect leader, from women in their 50s to girls who have just turned 10.

Because in his view, these women are "voluntary", this three views did not until later, when the country began to promote the normalization of children's surname change from top to bottom, and Jack gradually began to understand.

"So, what brought you back to the FBI?" Jack asked.

"Unfulfilled wishes." Rosie sold a pass.

Jack didn't let him go easily, and pointed to the string of bracelets he was holding in his other hand.

"You know, although we are not as experienced as you, since we are in BAU, it is really difficult for individuals to have any secrets."

Rosie still shook her head insistently, "It's not time yet, it's been too long, and I need time to sort out my thoughts, but I promise that I won't hesitate to ask for help when I need you." ”

"I hope you remember that, since you have put all your effort into assembling this team, you should let it play its due role, including me, everyone is so good that you will not be disappointed."

Jack brazenly boasted.

While the two were talking, the three people on the opposite side were waving at them, and the kidnapped girl was unharmed, except for a little overstart, and had already left under the escort of two local police officers.

The hurried coroner also finished his job, and his assistants were struggling to carry the body down the mountain on a stretcher.

From the perspective of the two of them now, the figures of Jiejie, Red and Emily were gilded with a golden halo in the afterglow of the setting sun.

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"Are you trusting me too much?" Jack tucked the rifle into the trunk and said to Hodchner with a smile.

"That's nearly 300 yards away, and I'm not a professional sniper rifle."

Hodgner shrugged, "It seems like I don't have a choice, at least I'm a little farther away from his gun than the girl." ”

Jack was speechless for a while, he just wanted to stir up a conversation to see if he could get Hodchner to give him some equipment, but this righteous and awe-inspiring sentence made him not know how to continue.

"I'll apply for a special sniper rifle for you." A slight grin tugged at the corner of Hodchner's mouth.

Tsk, I've learned it badly, and I've even learned to joke with my poker face.

Harris didn't brag about it, not only did his bar taste good beer, but the private whiskey was also very strong, and the BAU people enjoyed a rare "fish and water love".

This may also be extremely rare, with the scene of FBI agents and militia members sharing a table and drinking, and the local sheriff and several police officers were also present, and everyone also collected donations for the police officer who died earlier.

Jack was also very embarrassed to eat and take it, carrying a large bag of fresh beetroot on the Gulfstream business jet.

This thing is one of Montana's specialties, and as a southerner, he really hasn't had much contact with this sugar crop that grows in the north.

He was amazed by the local pickled beets before, and he felt that this thing seemed to have more flavor than pickled radish.

By the time Jack returned to his home in Los Angeles, it was already late at night, and when he opened the door, he saw an uninvited guest on the sofa, and Hannah was sleeping soundly with a book on his face.

(End of chapter)