Now the result is that Jack has fallen into the eyes of some people, and some authorized federal departments have investigated his information a little, this record, this age, single and unmarried, still an orphan, nothing to worry about, it's just that. Ahem, in short, it's an excellent (undercover) seedling.

Although Rossi didn't say the latter explicitly, everyone probably understood it, and BU's coping strategy was very simple, making Jack "famous".

Although the FBI's forensic field agents are the most dangerous (far more dangerous than counterterrorism), they are well-paid and famous, and they never need to be incognito.

Including BAU, in fact, except for the special operations team led by Rosie now, which is somewhat unusual, most of the FBI agents in charge of criminal cases, especially those in charge of major cases, have a very high chance of appearing.

A lot of agents are also eager to be famous, because that usually means that even after leaving the FBI, there will be large conglomerates waving a lot of money to ask them for positions like security consultants.

Or like Rosie, you can become a well-known writer by writing memoirs, and you are regarded as an idol by a group of middle-aged and elderly women.

Rosie's idea is of course more clever, and it is easier for Jack, who is not very willing to face the public, to "debut" as a detective writer.

Isn't it true that some people just bully Jack for not being famous, and his lack of social status is easy to grasp, Rosie personally recommended his debut novel to his publisher, and the reviews were unexpectedly good.

In this country, money doesn't necessarily squeeze into high society, but a best-selling author, who is also a good police detective, that's another matter, and if those two elements aren't enough, add one that's handsome enough.

has fame, social status, and the ability to match it, even if Jack wants to leave the FBI himself, he will try his best to keep it.

Jack, who was on the side, listened with black lines all over his head and quickly interrupted, "What does this have to do with me going to New York?" ”

Rossi looked at him with a foolish look, "Do you know where the headquarters of the publishing houses 'Penguin Random House', 'HarperCollins', 'Simon & Schuster', and 'Scholars' are?" ”

"New York." As a would-be writer, Jack still has this common sense, but he is still a little suspicious, and he always feels that the flickering element in Rossi's words is relatively high.

Rosie waved his hand for the others to disperse first, and led Jack back to his office.

"Well, an old friend of mine, who is recently moving to the assistant director of the New York branch of CCI (the FBI's Criminal Investigation Division), has a similar idea to me and is going to pilot a project about the FBI and local police departments working together to conduct joint operations."

Jack raised an eyebrow, and waited for him to continue, which sounded a little more reliable this time.

Rosie cleared her throat, picked up the black tea on the table and took a sip, "She currently lacks a competent person, ask me for help, it's a matter of taking what you need, you need some fame, and it's not suitable to lead our whole group to the limelight."

So the result of our negotiation is that you're going to be in charge of the project alone, and of course, she's going to pick the case, and you don't have to worry about federal involvement, because that's New York, and because she's very close to the NYPD and the state and city governments. ”

"She?" Jack was very sensitive to this "She", and tentatively said, "Little muffins? ”

"Ahem!" Rosie almost choked herself to death, "It's not Evelyn, her name is Dana Moge, and if you mention that incident, you're going to stay in New York for the rest of your life." ”

"So she's small"

"Little Cloth." Rosie woke up in time and immediately became angry, "Jack! ”

This old guy really knows all over the FBI, you must know that there are only a few female high-level executives in the entire bureau, could it be that all of them have become his little desserts? If you don't just recognize this teacher, the teacher will be unreliable in the future, and there will be teachers and wives to cover it.

Jack rubbed his face casually, as if nothing had happened just now, "I'm just a senior agent, in charge of a project alone, are you sure?" ”

"You'll have a separate office, whether it's the technical logistics department of the New York headquarters, the NYPD detectives, or the researchers at CSI's New York lab, all of whom are obligated to cooperate with you in the investigation of the case, what else is there to dislike?"

Rosie snorted and returned to the seat behind his desk, knocking on the table with the knuckles of his right hand, putting on a leader's shelf with a straight face, trying to save his respect.

Sounds good, Jack admits that he's tempted, and he's not completely devoid of ideals, and Rosie's sultry and famous strategy for him is already to his liking.

Thinking about hiding alone in New York in the future, I can have at least a year or two of quiet, and I don't have to be caught between Hannah and Jiejie all the time, and I will fly to see who I want to do on the weekend, it seems, probably, maybe, you can try?

But he always felt that there was something in this matter that he couldn't see for the time being, although Rosie had always been good to him, but this time he was too proactive, but when it came to this, he was definitely going to go, but.

"My house has just started to be rebuilt, and the insurance company has denied me compensation on the grounds that the terrorist attack is an exclusion clause, and the New York office is in Manhattan, where I heard that there is a 24-hour traffic jam and renting a house in the surrounding area is very expensive."

Seeing that the kid was still chattering, Rosie impatiently opened the drawer and threw a bunch of keys to him.

"This is a penthouse I bought in Manhattan's SOHO area before, and you can have it until the day you leave New York."

"You win, I'm fine." Jack slid away the key.

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The most reluctant person in BAU to let Jack go is Garcia, yes, she is more reluctant to leave Jack than Jiejie.

The thought that from now on the refrigerator in the big office will be empty, that there will be no more regular dinners after each case, and that squatting in front of the computer every day will only be accompanied by those bags of junk food.

Garcia felt as if his heart had been cut open by a blunt knife little by little, and tears couldn't help but flow down the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, okay, as long as I'm not too busy, I'll come back to LA every month to see you guys."

Jack struggled to pull away the eldest sister's chubby hand, and he could hear the protest of his ribs just now by her bear hug.

"Remember to think of us MUA!" Garcia strained to leave a powdery blue lip print on his face.

Tonight there was a small farewell party at the Wolf brothers' farm, saying it was small, and everyone who was supposed to come came.

All BAU members, Zoe, Maureen, Hannah, old Hunter and his wife with Isabel and a retired CIA Joe Masson, LAPD's friends, including Superintendent Gray, and of course a beautiful host and Red's little star girlfriend.

John came up to Jack and handed over a business card, "This is my cousin, a detective writer, who heard that you were going to New York and really wanted to get to know you.

He's a nasty guy, but considering that your book is about to be published, I think he might be helpful to you as a peer, at least bringing you into their circle. ”

Jack took the business card and looked at it, Rick Cassel, really. Belch. It's not a surprise.

Another thing that makes him feel strange is the very different moods of the two girls around him recently.

Jiejie is relatively normal, as the day of parting approaches, even if Jack is by her side almost every day, that gloomy little expression is distressing to see.

In contrast, Hannah is too abnormal, she looks heartless every day, let alone say goodbye, and even takes the initiative to help him pack his luggage.

With a question mark on his head, Jack drove his friends' parting gifts - remodeled again, and the Pontiac Firebird with bulletproof doors and bulletproof glass set out on a trip to New York.

(End of chapter)