"Lay down your arms!"

The long-overdue LAPD said it was frightened that Los Angeles had not been in a firefight of this magnitude for a long time, and in less than 10 minutes, two F.B.I. and six unknown gunmen exchanged nearly 1,000 rounds.

A group of LAPDs arrived at the scene and pointed their guns at Jack, who was still carrying a Noveske N4 and crouching in front of Emily.

"Put down the gun! Put the gun down! Own! Even when Tim became a superintendent, he still led the way, and he recognized Jack with his back to him at a glance.

John, who was called for support, just got out of the car and was directly stunned by the scene in front of him.

The ground was densely covered with bullet casings, two bodies were lying in the middle of the road, and there were two more on the sidewalk on the sidewalk, blood mixed with white tofu brains, spreading along the street along the rain, and the smell of blood was pungent.

Seeing Jack's "mammoth", which once made his eyes drool, turned into the miserable appearance that was now full of bullet marks, John only felt that his breathing suddenly became very difficult.

"I'm fine."

On the other side, Emily gently pushes Jack away, trying to get up from the ground, but finds that her legs are very weak.

Jack took the thermal blanket and draped it over Emily, and handed her over to the emergency personnel for examination, it is still necessary to take a blood pressure test, limbs are weak, hands and feet are shaking, this is the normal reaction of ordinary people after excessive adrenaline secretion.

BAU's friends had already gotten the news and were on their way to greet Tim and John, two old fellows, and Jack walked into the house in front of him, and unexpectedly found a body still warm on the living room sofa.

"Do you know who he is?" Tim, who was following him, asked.

Jack nodded, "It should be the owner of this house, Byron Delaney, who was originally intended to visit." ”

"There are no gunshot wounds, no strangulation marks, it looks like a heart attack, how did the murderer do it?" John, who had followed into the room, put on rubber gloves and examined them cursory.

"Poison." Jack pointed to the corpse's right foot, which was wearing leather shoes, but the laces had not yet been fastened, most likely because of the sudden arrival of him and Emily, which prevented the killers from completing the final step.

John squatted down in front of the couch, took off the leather shoe on the right foot of the corpse, removed the sock, and found an undetectable injection hole between the deceased's big toe and the second toe.

"It's supposed to be a drug like succinylcholine, trying to disguise it as a symptom of sudden death from heart disease."

Hearing this, John had an interested look on his face, and even Tim couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"What kind of secret agent spy or something are you involved in?"

The two suddenly became interested, this kind of classic episode of the Cold War period, they are really too familiar.

Jack made a zipper gesture on the lips of his mouth, "This time the danger is too high, keep it secret for the time being, you also see what my car looks like, right?" ”

"Terrorists?" It can only be said that it is worthy of John, in a word, Jack squeezed his hard fist and decided not to say a word.

"Hah! I guessed it! John was as happy as something.

"Keep guessing." Jack smiled and pulled out the handcuffs, "Have you ever heard of Guantanamo?" ”

John was frightened and retreated, shaking his head desperately, as if he was beaten to death and did not speak.

Watching the two guys play treasure, Tim shook his head speechlessly, "Then I'll leave it to you FBI, I'll keep a few guys here, remember to say when it's over, I still have a bottle of 10-year-old whiskey." ”

The two old friends of LAPD said goodbye and left, and Jack soon welcomed BAU's friends again.

"It's been a long time since I've seen anything like this, Jack, and it seems like it's the right thing to do with Emily for your protection." Rosie walked slowly into the room.

Hodgner was much more straightforward, and he was more nervous than anyone else when he heard that Jack and Emily had been attacked, but when he saw that the two were unharmed, he didn't go out of his way to ask for warmth, but focused on the case at hand.

Because rationally speaking, finding out the facts of the case as soon as possible and arresting the murderer is the best protection for the two.

"20,000 in cash, self-defense pistol, passport, it looks like the victim is in a hurry to escape."

Hodgner opened a suitcase on the coffee table, and there were only a few things inside.

"The interior layout of the house is also similar to that of Fagan and Kosenza, with multiple door locks and advanced security systems."

Jack said as he picked up the mobile phone from the ground and unlocked it directly with the deceased's fingerprint.

"It doesn't seem surprising that the last two outgoing calls, one of which is from Kelly Fagan, called Kosencha's house again at 10:30 a.m. and 10:31 a.m. this morning, and it only rang two bells before it hung up, and it was not connected."

"How so? He had been warned, but not to be informed of the accident with Fagan and Kosencha, and he had warned them, as had been agreed? ”

There was some uncertainty in Rossi's tone.

"I think Emily might know something." With a little worry in his eyes, Hodchner walked through the hallway and landed outside the gate, where Emily was draped in a silver thermal blanket and crouched under the steps to examine the bodies of the attackers with Red.

"Emily definitely doesn't know the identities of these victims, otherwise she would have told us as soon as she received the case today." Rosie seemed to be worried about a misunderstanding, and quickly explained.

Jack shrugged as he thought of a loud roar from the two attackers before they left, "She may not know the identity of the victims, but she must know the attackers." ”

The three of them walked out of the house and came to the steps, and before they could speak, Emily confessed, "One of the two who escaped is Ian Doyle, and the other is probably his most loyal subordinate, Riem." ”

"Are you sure?" Jack was a little surprised, the six gunmen were all wearing white masks, like Vendtle, and Emily didn't have his supernormal perception, why was he so sure on such a dark and rainy night.

"Pretty sure." As she spoke, Amy pulled down the right sleeve of one of the gunman's corpses, revealing a tattoo on her wrist.

It's a tattoo that Jack has never seen before, a four-leaf clover, the kind that has one more leaf than normal alfalfa, but with a "Nike" brand name on the stem.

What is this? Added a leaf to Adidas' shamrock logo, and added Nike underneath? Is this a brand-friendly terrorist organization?

"It's the hallmark of 'Valhalla,' which is both Doyle's pseudonym and the name of the organization he once led."

Emily explained, "I haven't seen the four gunmen killed by Jack, they were all young men in their 20s, but they were well trained and should have been re-recruited by Doyle. ”

"So the guy who shouted Lauren Reynolds was Doyle? He recognized you too, which is the pseudonym you used to use? ”

Jack sighed, his face showing feigned sadness, "No wonder most of the bullets are coming at me. ”

"Maybe he's taking you for a rival." Rosie teased with a smile.

Emily couldn't help but show embarrassment on her face, and raised her hands in protest, "Please, don't do this, I'm really not in the mood to make such a joke right now." ”

Rhett, who has never known how to comfort people, unexpectedly said a long sentence this time, "From a rational point of view, I think this is indeed a good thing."

It's like the story of throwing boots, now that the enemy has appeared, it's like the second boot has finally fallen, and Emily doesn't need to be nervous anymore. ”

"Rhett is right, the next thing is to get into our area of expertise, profile Doyle as an ordinary case, and then find him." Hodgner, who is also a rationalist, agreed.

It turns out that in European and American culture, there is also a joke about throwing boots, Jack thought so, but his eyes fell on his car, and his mood suddenly became bad.

Ask for a monthly pass, the big one is coming.

(End of chapter)