Chapter 116 Brothers Reunion
“You can give it to your collection. You know, I was very insecure during that time.”
Chris is getting closer and closer now. A normal person.
Jack was a little hesitant. Although he probably wouldn't need it, this kind of thing seemed to be very enjoyable just to look at.
“Let’s wait until the gun storage in my basement is packed up.”
In the end, he didn't resist the temptation and nodded noncommittally. As an FBI agent who will face countless serial killers in the future, it makes sense to prepare more weapons for self-defense, right?
After submitting his resignation to the LAPD, he contacted David Rossi again, and received a piece of good news that made him overjoyed. The FBI decided to place the headquarters of the rebuilt BAU team in LA, which meant So he doesn't have to think about moving for the time being, and can pay off the mortgage honestly.
As for why this BAU team is located in LA, Jack guesses that it may be because there are more serial killers in the West? (No, the author is just lazy)
Anyway, future cases will all be carried out by special planes of the FBI, and he is too lazy to think about the real reason.
Chris is a person who pays more attention to the quality of life, which can be seen from the fact that the steaks in his refrigerator are all Australian Wagyu beef.
Jack melted butter in a frying pan and watched him sort through his inventory while he cooked the steak.
Two sets of heavy-duty interceptor body armor, each with a 3A-level bulletproof insert plate on the front and rear, an HK417 with a high-power lens, and a modified Barrett M82A1M, which should be the one he used before Two MP5A2 submachine guns commonly used in SWAT, equipped with laser sights, several pistols of different models, several MK3A2 offensive grenades and M84 shock bombs.
Jack curled his lips and thought that the two of them were going to participate in a war.
"Barrett should put it away, it will easily attract the FBI."
He suggested that the [Southern Front] incident was too big last time, and the FBI has been investigating it. A gun.
Chris lowered his head and thought for a moment, then repacked the Barrett, turned around and took out an AWM using 7.62mm bullets, and then explained with a serious face.
"The ones who attacked Dana were professional mercenaries with good equipment."
Jack nodded, shook his hand and threw the steak from the frying pan onto the plate, then reached for a pistol. "Then I'll use this one."
SR1M "Victor", also known as "Spotted Viper", is second only to the FK7.5 that Chris gave him before. Jack tried the feel and grasped Pick up a box of 7N29 special pistol armor-piercing bullets and start loading the magazine.
With his current pistol shooting skills, he doesn't have to worry about not hitting someone. He only worries about not being able to penetrate the opponent's bulletproof vest. This is not a police mission. Against a professional mercenary, he shoots twice in the chest and one in the head. Just go to death and be done with it.
After lunch, he pulled out a sleeping bag from Chris's RV, and Jack found an empty room and lay down on the spot to recharge and wait for nightfall.
As the night got darker, the two of them drove off and headed to the high-end apartment where Rita Boone lived according to the address sent by Justin.
Rita Boone was very surprised by Chris's late-night visit. Even though she was pointed at a gun, the 60-year-old woman still strongly denied that she was involved in the financial director's death and said He had no idea that Dana and Chris were being hunted.
"Then the thing is very clear. The real culprit behind the scenes is your brother, Blake Boone."
Regarding Jack's statement, Rita Boone emotionally shook her head and denied it. , she would never believe that her biological brother was such a person.
At this moment, the door was knocked again. Jack's heart moved and he motioned for Chris to hide with him. Witnesses would be sent to them soon.
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“Hello, Braxton.” Chris walked out of the bedroom, faced his biological brother, but lowered his head Don't dare to look at him.
Braxton Wolfe, who came to kill someone in the name of his employer, was stunned on the spot, his hand about to draw the gun froze in mid-air.
"Chris? Is that you?" Braxton couldn't believe his eyes.
"I have been looking for you for ten years, but you just appeared in front of me, with an expression as if I had just seen you yesterday?" His eyes were moist, his voice was hoarse, and he was pacing back and forth in front of Chris at a loss. step.
"I'm sorry, I should have come to you earlier." Chris looked guilty, looking down at his toes.
"What on earth is going on?" Rita Boone said in surprise from the side, unable to guess what song the three men who came to the door today were singing.
"Shh, don't interrupt the touching reunion between their brothers. I'll explain it to you later."
Jack pulled her aside and started eating melon mode.
"I guess you're happy to see me, right?" Braxton stared at Chris with complicated eyes.
"I'm happy, really." Chris took a step forward, but Braxton grabbed his neck and pushed him to the wall.
“I have a question to ask you, why did you and dad go to that funeral!”
"She abandoned us, don't you remember? Don't you remember?"
As the two brothers started to fight, Braxton threw him over his shoulder, knocking him half a head taller. Chris, who had no intention of resisting, fell to the ground.
"Dad's death is all your fault, you know that?"
Braxton cried over and over while beating Chris.
"I'm sorry, really, I"
"You feel sorry? Sorry is useless, you damn freak, this is all your fault!!!"
Braxton hit his brother on the head with a hammer, and finally But he cried so hard that he was out of breath, and fell to the floor beside him as if exhausted.
"You don't care about me at all, you don't care about your brother at all. I have been supporting you behind your back for so many years, but you insist on seeing that woman."
Braxton lay next to his brother, mumbling to himself.
"You should be looking for me, you shouldn't be looking for him, you should be looking for me. If you have to see your mother for the last time, you must go to her funeral."
"If you feel that this is what you have to do, you should come to me. You know I will always support you."
"I'm sorry, brother, I'm not a freak anymore, I'm fine , that person helped me, and he also helped Justin." Chris pointed to someone watching the show.
"Chris can no longer lose control. He has fallen in love recently. This is true. Uh, you go on, don't worry about me."
Jack felt extremely embarrassed. Braxton waved as he was helped up by Chris.
"Who is he?" Braxton looked at Jack in confusion.
"Jack, a policeman." Seeing his brother subconsciously pulling out a gun, Chris hurriedly grabbed his hand.
"A friend, a friend who is very important to us, Justin can now talk to people normally. Really, I can take you to see her."
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