Justin brought a high-powered receiver that made it easy to listen to the security guards' intercom channels, and she hacked the camp's Wi-Fi signal to control all the surveillance cameras without knowing it.

The surveillance continued for another two days, and on the fifth day, just as Jack was about to take a few more days off from Hodchner and Rossido, the security guards at the drilling camp finally couldn't hold back.

After some arguments, Sage Meyers couldn't suppress his subordinates after all.

They split into two groups again, one group stayed behind, the other got into the car, and drove all the way to the town bar to get drunk, including Jack's chosen target, "Big Mouth" Pete.

When Pete and his accomplices walked into the only bar in town, Sergeant Ben Shoey, Deputy Sheriff Brandt, and two other officers changed into civilian clothes, drove their cars, and hid the two streets before and after the bar.

Braxton entered the bar first to confirm the target, and after a short time, a text message was sent to Jack's phone, and Arya, who had been waiting in the back seat, pushed the car door and got out of the car.

Watching her walk into the bar, Jack and Jane in the passenger car followed suit, burrowing into the alley and around the back door of the bar.

In less than half an hour, Pete, who was full of alcohol, less than 1.7 meters tall, and still walked with looped legs, hugged Arya, who was wearing heavy makeup, staggered open the back door of the bar, and walked into the back alley.

"I like you Indian girls the most, but it's a pity that you can't be seen in the bars in the town, where are we going now?" I promised our boss that we would go back before dawn, eh? ”

As Pete spoke, he saw a couple of men and women kissing in the alley, and he couldn't help but be happy.

"Hey, man, your chick is good, would you like to change?"

"Okay, why don't you have something more exciting, I'll change with her?"

Jack's answer made Pete Daisy tight, and he just wanted to scold, but he only felt that it was tight at the moment, and the vital point was pinched by Arya, and before he could scream, a big hand covered all his voices.

Jack holds Pete's carotid artery with his other hand and easily takes him down, just as Braxton's Ford Raptor appears at the mouth of the alley.

"Dog, Arya you're so good at tricking this guy out so quickly."

Jane got into the back seat, her face flushed, someone said she had a girlfriend, but her body was honest, she just accidentally stuck out her tongue and was kissed.

She was the original bait, but for fear of being recognized by her accomplices who came out with Pete to fool around, she ended up replacing it with Arya, who volunteered.

For this reason, Braxton blackened his face the whole time on the way here, and when he saw Jack throw Pete into the back seat, he turned around and delivered an old punch, which made the guy fall into a deeper sleep.

Arya, who was in the passenger seat, wiped off the heavy makeup on her face with a wet tissue and took a hard sip on her fiancé's face, which soothed his face a lot.

Half an hour later, in the forensic autopsy room on the first floor of the tribal police station, Pete, who had a blue nose and swollen face, had only one inner library left on his body, and was firmly tied to the stainless steel dissection table with restraint straps.

"We don't have much time, they'll find out this guy is missing before dawn."

Outside the door of the autopsy room, the old sheriff looked a little worried, but the deputy sheriff Brandt seemed to have confidence in Jack.

"They're the FBI, and there's a way, in Guantanamo, when the military people interrogate the terrorists, they will deliberately put on suits and pretend to be the FBI, which is usually very useful to intimidate those guys."

Jane's eyes widened on the side, with a look of how I didn't know that the department I worked for was so awesome.

Jack rolled his eyes angrily, was that a threat? That's called planting, and for this reason, the FBI and the military have been fighting for several years because of this "prisoner abuse" scandal.

"Whoa."

A basin of cold water wakes Pete from his coma, and he is horrified to find himself unable to move, surrounded by cold air and rows of morgues against the wall.

"Pete, hello."

A soft male voice came from his ears, and he tried to twist his neck to look in the direction from which the voice came from, and a young man was standing at the dissecting table looking at him.

"Who are you, Fakyu, what do you want to do to me?"

"Don't be so grumpy, I just have some questions for you about the girls you hurt." Jack smiled at him with a standard business grin, and in the light of the shadowless lamp, he looked more and more like a pervert.

"I don't know what you're talking about, let me go, I'm innocent, you're looking for the wrong person." Pete struggled desperately.

Jack slowly put on his gloves and picked up a neck brace to hold his head in place.

"Don't worry, we FBI have many ways to deal with hard-mouthed people, and today I will let you see the most 'gentle' of them."

"What are you going to do to me, Fakyu? My friends will find me, and when they do, you'll be dead, Fake, let me go, you bastard. ”

Pete wiggled his head desperately, but couldn't stop Jack from immobilizing his head.

"Don't be afraid, you have days, take your time and enjoy it."

Jack struggled to recall in his mind what the perverted serial killers he had come into contact with, but he hadn't been in BAU for long, and his knowledge was really limited.

He pulled a gimbal tube over Pete's forehead, which was meant to rinse the dissecting table, and he removed the shower head.

"Ever heard of waterboarding at the FBI? It is to cover a towel on the person's face, and then soak it with water a little bit, and then you will slowly feel that it is difficult to breathe, and then you will breathe desperately. ”

"But as the towel gets more and more moisture, the air that enters your lungs decreases little by little, and then it slowly suffocates." Jack's voice grew grim.

"I don't know what you're talking about, you're dead, what are you going to do? Stop, you bastard, I'm going to kill you, I will. ”

Pete watched as Jack unscrewed the water valve, and a stream of water squirted out.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not such a cruel person, today we will change the way of playing, waterboarding is too cruel, let's try to drop only one drop at a time."

Jack said, closing the valve again, but not tightening it, and the gimbal dripped water at a rate of about one drop per second.

"Do you know how powerful a drop of water can be? Ever heard the story of the water drop stone wearing? He pulled the hose right in the middle of Pete's forehead.

Droplets of water slowly fell from a height of tens of centimeters, dropping one by one on Pete's forehead.

After doing all this, Jack leaned to his forehead and whispered in his ear, "Guess how long it will take for these drops to drip through your skull and make a hole in your head?" ”

(End of chapter)