The "Boston Reaper" died under the gun of "Batman", to be precise, the serial killer Foye died under Chris's gun, with a headshot, and died too much to die.

Rossi speculates that Foye might go to trouble the Hodchner family, and Jack decides to do what he does.

Yesterday during the day, the FBI held another press conference and announced a bounty on local television, creating the illusion that BAU was still in the dark.

Sure enough, just last night, Foye took a flight to Los Angeles under a false name, sneaked into Hodgner's new home in Los Angeles, and then unsurprisingly bumped into the Wolf brothers, who had been waiting here for a long day.

It's a pity that Chris is not a serious "Batman", but an "accounting assassin", and although Braxton is not as ruthless as "The Punisher", it is not far off.

A serial killer who is only a little skilled is confronted by two professional killing machines, and there is no suspense in the street.

Just a few hours before Hodgner woke up from his coma, Hannah had just taken someone from the F.B.I.'s Los Angeles office to confirm Foyer's identity, and the "Boston Killer" case was closed.

Hodgner spent two weeks in Boston's best hospital, in a wheelchair, and returned to Los Angeles with his wife, Hallie, where he was greeted by a grand welcome from the BAU crowd.

In the official FBI report, it was Hannah who killed the killer who tried to infiltrate the Hodchner house, but Rosie looked a little meaningful when she signed the report.

While Hodgner was recuperating, Rosie took his place and then dropped most of the paperwork to Jack on the grounds that the elderly were not suitable for overwork.

Red, who was good at dealing with these forms and reports, has recently been in a hot fight with a certain starlet.

Hodgner is still recovering from an injury, and with no recent cases, Red simply took a few days off and was dragged to Europe by Leila, who also had nothing to do because of her agent's injury.

Fortunately, the beautiful and kind Jiejie helped Jack share some of it, otherwise someone would have been stuck at his desk before Christmas.

Fortunately, today is the last day, and after completing the last report, tomorrow I will be able to enjoy the Christmas holiday half a month in advance.

Jack looked up from the pile of papers and found that the office was empty, the lights were bright outside the window, the night was dark, and a light rain was still falling.

He got up and stretched, his bones crackling all over his body, and he was about to pack up his things and leave work, when the elevator outside the office clanged, and it seemed that someone was going upstairs.

He looked back, and sure enough, the elevator door had opened, and a dejected figure holding a cat in one hand and a suitcase in the other appeared at the elevator entrance.

"Emily? What happened to you? Jack looked at Emily in surprise, who was soaking wet, and quickly found a towel and handed it to her.

"Why are you still in the office?" Emily didn't answer the question and handed the little black cat she was holding to Jack.

"I'm just done, and I'm getting ready to go home." Jack took another towel and dried the same wet little black cat.

Seeing that Emily was stunned there after drying her hair, he could only ask in a joking way, "What's wrong?" Evicted by the landlord? ”

"Jack, I might be in trouble." Emily was in no mood to reply at all, and looked weak.

"Well, I can see it." Unsurprisingly, Jack teased the little black cat to herself, waiting for her to speak.

"I" Emily opened her mouth, but swallowed the words when they came to her lips.

Jack sighed, got up to make a cup of hot tea, and took another piece of cake from the fridge and put it in front of her.

"Adding a little sugar helps to sort out your thoughts."

Emily finished the cake on her plate with great speed, and it was evident that she had barely eaten tonight.

"It's dangerous, I don't know if it's supposed to be or not."

"Is there a danger of ogres or terrorists entrenched on the islands of Southeast Asia?" Jack was curious.

"Well, I don't know, maybe it's about the same."

Emily's answer surprised Jack a little, but thinking about it, it would definitely be a big trouble to force this strong woman who was soft on the outside and strong on the inside to run away with the cat overnight.

"I once hunted down an international terrorist for the CIA, his name was Ian Doyle, nicknamed 'Valhalla.'"

Jack didn't interject this time, and listened quietly to Emily's account of her past.

Prior to joining the FBI, Emily served as a member of the CIA, a task force called "JTF-12", which specialized in psychological profiling of terrorists to help the United States and its allies dismantle terrorist groups.

Ian Doyle, nicknamed "Valhalla", is the leader of a Northern Ireland terrorist group, and of course, she didn't know the true identity of Emily until she approached Doyle as an arms dealer.

Her mission goal at the time was to get close to Doyle, gain the other party's trust, and find out the true identity of "Valhalla".

"Close? You went undercover? Aren't you doing mental profiling? Hearing this, Jack almost burst into a foul mouth, he never expected Emily to have such an experience.

"Because of the covert nature of those terrorist groups, we were able to do a background check on Doyle, which included his love history."

Emily's face was very strange, and although she tried to use tactful expressions, Jack still heard the clues.

"You slept with him? Holy shit! What were you thinking, girl? ”

Emily frantically ruffled her hair, with the shame and exhaustion of being exposed to her underpants.

"Ahh I didn't know that I was too young at the time, and my mind was full of things to make things that would impress my family. ”

Jack really wanted to knock her head open to see what was inside, usually she looked like a big heroine in any drama, but it turned out to be a silly white sweet.

"So, he's escaped from prison now and is coming to hunt you down?"

He knew with his ass that the next eight achievements were the unfolding of this shit.

"Yes! You guessed it! Emily broke the jar and looked like she wanted to cry without tears.

"'Valhalla' was captured, it took them two years to pry his mouth open, the terrorist organization was completely dismantled, and I thought I would never hear that name again in my life."

"But?" Jack rolled his eyes.

"But the other day my old boss, the leader of Task Force JTF-12, approached me and told me that Ian Doyle had escaped from prison."

(End of chapter)