Chapter 84 David Rossi (Criminal Minds Appears)
Mecia felt that the effects of his anesthetic might not have worn off yet, and he had hallucinations in front of his eyes. As an IRS investigator, he had undergone rigorous shooting and Fighting training, but the seemingly different physical differences in the fight in front of him at this moment was something he had never seen before and could not understand.
The bald man is ugly and ferocious, with a burly build and gnarled muscles. The LAPD boy opposite him, who looks handsome and even has a somewhat bookish temperament, is obviously one size smaller although he is close in height. .
Although the room is very large, there are five stainless steel anatomy tables in the middle. The actual space is extremely narrow. If it were Messia himself, it would be absolutely impossible to put down the pistol and choose hand-to-hand combat, because this would make the person with a stronger physique The little LAPD boy loses his only advantage of flexible dodge.
In fact, he had no intention of evading. The bald man looked burly, but he punched extremely fast. A fierce jab came out at lightning speed, and the LAPD boy actually He didn't dodge or evade, but actually responded with a jab using the same movement.
The fists collided in front of the two of them, and Mecia even clearly heard the crisp sound of fractures, but to his complete surprise, it was the bald man who screamed.
His right hand could no longer make a fist and was in the shape of a chicken claw that could not be closed. Just when Mecia was wondering if the LADP kid had secretly put on something like a finger tiger, the fierce bald man gritted his teeth and swung out Left punch, this is a swinging punch, targeting the opponent's right ear cartilage.
If a normal person were to receive such a blow, a severe concussion would instantly render the target incapacitated. The LAPD boy still made no dodge action. He also punched with his left hand, striking first and hitting the inner side of the bald man's forearm. .
There was another crisp sound of fracture. The bald man’s forearm deformed instantly, and his left fist that was redirected weakly brushed against the opponent’s cheek.
Facing the bald man with his hands useless and crouching and wailing, Jack, who only had blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth, smiled slightly: "It's my turn."
Then there was a series of indistinguishable combo sounds. Jack replicated the previous consecutive moves of the female killer. The bald man was unable to block at all. He was punched continuously in the lower abdomen, midsection, and chest, and with the final click, , the jaw made an overwhelming cracking sound, and collapsed to the ground like mud.
The depression in Jack's chest dissipated a lot. He leaned over and used plastic ties to tie the hands and feet of the bald man who bent up in pain. Then he came to Mecia and stretched out his hands to help him up.
“Can you still move?”
Mexia smiled bitterly, “You can’t move at all. Are all of you LADP monsters like you?”
Jack left Only when he got closer did he confirm that there was no such thing as a finger. This young man with a harmless baby face had just knocked down his opponent with a pair of physical fists.
At this time, there were messy footsteps in the corridor, accompanied by John's shout.
"Jack?"
"Safe! The suspect has been subdued."
Jack loudly indicated his position.
A group of LAPD patrol officers rushed into the autopsy room. John, who was leading the way, put away his gun and stared at the bald man who was still wailing. His eyes widened. This guy had a broken mandible and was unable to whimper, so he could only fall to the ground. He kept humming and drooling all over the floor.
"Are you okay?"
Jack wiped the corners of his mouth and smiled evilly, "I think I need Jialisi's help to introduce a gentler female nurse."
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“Thank you very much, Officer Jack Tavole, and on behalf of the IRS, thank you for everything you do.”
The skinny old man Ray King walked out of the ward with a note in his hand and took the initiative to shake hands with Jack who was waiting at the door.
"It's my pleasure, Director Jin."
For the sake of the "huge" bonus, Jack doesn't mind saying a few more good words.
His eyes glanced at the note in Lei Jin's hand, and he asked one more question in a low voice.
“Is everything going well?”
Ray King smiled and nodded: "It went very smoothly. It turns out that Alejandro Mejia is a loyal and reliable outstanding agent."
"He intercepted an illegal fund of nearly 50 millionW , now this batch of cryptocurrencies belongs to the IRS,” the old man added in a low voice.
"So much, that's not it"
Jack's eyes lit up, this old man is a very particular person, he doesn't hide anything, he is indeed worth getting to know. "You know, cryptocurrency prices have been going up lately."
Ray King winked. The expression on his wrinkled old face seemed a bit funny, but it was obvious that he was in a very good mood at the moment.
"The IRS will indicate the source of your bonus. In addition, my previous invitation is still valid. Mecia is very impressed by your skills."
Jack smiled apologetically, the IRS is indeed awesome. , can be regarded as the top in the police system of the United States, but he is really not interested in armed taxation. In contrast, the cases faced by the FBI's BAU team interest him more. After all, the system provides experience is the most convincing.
Of course, the relationship with the God of Wealth still needs to be well established.
Just as he was about to open his mouth to explain a few more words, a strange voice suddenly came from behind the two of them.
"Old guy, this child has been booked by me, so don't think about it."
Jack looked back and saw a middle-aged white man in his early 50s, gentle and scholarly, and Maureen were sitting together. He walked quickly towards the two of them.
“David Rossi!”
Ray King strode forward and hugged the middle-aged white man tightly.
“David, I really didn’t expect to meet you here. Aren’t you busy writing books and giving lectures across the country?”
The middle-aged white man has a neatly groomed beard, some white hair on the sideburns, and the hair on his forehead is combed up with hair oil, giving him an old-fashioned and retro style of hair.
"There has been some trouble at the BAU recently, and they found me again."
As he spoke, the middle-aged man named David Rossi looked at Jack standing aside with a smile. "Officer Jack Tavole?"
"Yes sir." Jack looked into the same pair of brown-black eyes and couldn't help but feel nervous.
He didn't know how to describe this kind of look. It was deep, wise, and melancholy. It seemed to be able to penetrate deep into a person's heart and see through all the privacy.
Jack hasn't experienced this feeling for a long time. It seems a bit like the first time he met Maureen. But as a psychiatrist, Maureen is extremely approachable and can easily give people a sense of trust. The aura of this David Rossi Completely different.
Of course, this is just a feeling. Now that he has proficient psychological skills, Jack is no longer the rookie who was afraid of seeing a psychiatrist. Now he reaches out with an extremely respectful and humble junior attitude.
"It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Rossi."
Of course, he didn't forget to say hello to Maureen: "Long time no see, Professor Cahill."
< br>David Rossi did not let go of Jack's hand immediately, but looked him up and down, and carefully observed his finger joints, before letting out an exclamation.
"How did you beat that suspect like that? I just went to see him and he had at least seven or eight broken bones."
I deleted a few rhythmic book reviews yesterday, and some of them were accidentally injured. I apologize, this is the only way I can update for the time being. It’s not that I have to leave a few chapters to save the manuscript, but I have a limited IQ. Sometimes I find inconsistencies as I write, so I will keep a few chapters on hand to prevent myself from reading. Without changing the text of the website, I have screenshots of the remaining chapters that I have saved in the book club.
My current goal is to have perfect attendance, so I don’t have to worry about my grades not being good enough to study. I started with the first book, and now that I have this grade, I am quite satisfied. The days ahead are still long, so everyone will wait and see.
As for what needs to be high-chao on the shelves, I’m also quite surprised. This is a unit drama and a daily article. I haven’t found any high-chao until now. If I think it is in the previous chapters It’s particularly exciting. Book friends, please help me to mention it. I will try my best to write more about this in the future, and forget about it. If I write too much about Qidian, I will easily be reported.
In addition, let’s talk about the update issue. Some time ago, I didn’t know whether it was due to early menopause or the change of seasons, or maybe I had a mental disorder after staying at home for a long time. Anyway, I just didn’t sleep well. I was in a daze for many days. Originally, There is a manuscript with 60,000 to 70,000 words saved, but after using it, I found that there are only 10,000 words left. This also results in no so-called explosive updates on the shelves, but I think quality is much more important than additional updates. After all, I have deleted all the scrap manuscripts. There are 70,000 to 80,000 words.
I don’t want to swear again and create new tickets or rewards. Friends who have been reading for a month will find that I am very casual about breaking chapters. If I save more than one short plot in the future, the excess will be updated. Don't worry.
(End of this chapter)