Chapter 207: Be a person first, then do things.
Emily Prentiss looks older than JJ, and is probably about the same age as Zoe. She has black, slightly curly shawl long hair, which is only slightly shorter than JJ's long bright blond hair.
Although she is not a stunning beauty like JJ, she has an extra layer of intellectual and rational temperament, which makes her feel worthy of trust and entrustment.
And after getting along with her for a while, you will find that she speaks clearly and clearly, has a strong personality, and is a bit like the big sister next door. At least Red is very good at this, and the two soon became good friends.
Penelope Garcia is a strange girl. Although she is already in her early 30s, she likes to dress up very much. She often dresses in flashy clothes. Her overly plump figure is closer to the appearance of ordinary people than anyone here.
But she has a very simple personality, and occasionally she has some small thoughts, but it is easy to guess. After all, except for her, everyone in the group is a psychological expert who can see through people's hearts at a glance.
Jack feels that Penelope Garcia is likely to be the most popular one in the group in the future. She has a cheerful personality and quickly gets along with everyone, except of course the eldest Rosie. and the ever-poker-faced Aaron Hotchner.
But what is very surprising is that among the three new arrivals, the one who first interacted with Jack was the unsmiling Hotchner.
First at the FBI indoor shooting range, this day Jack dragged the reluctant Red to practice shooting.
"As you said, once my wrist is stable enough, hitting the target will be just a simple ballistic calculation problem. My calculation ability is innate, why do I need to practice every day? My daily reading time now All occupied a lot.”
Red expressed dissatisfaction with Jack's behavior of forcing him to practice shooting every day.
"Because we need to maintain muscle memory." Jack didn't talk nonsense to him, put on his headphones, and stood in the shooting position seemingly casually.
Reed thought he was going to perform that miraculous blind shooting again, but he suddenly drew his gun and shouted, "FBI, put down your weapons."
What followed was Continuous gunshots emptied the magazine in less than 3 seconds. Then, with a press of the thumb, the magazine slipped. The other hand was already holding a magazine waiting, and reloading was completed with a click.
The sound of gunfire continued. The moment the second magazine was emptied, the Glock was handed from his right hand to his left hand. Then he pulled out the FK7.5 from the holster under his arm, and the deafening gunfire sounded again. sounded.
As the motor sounded, the target paper was delivered to the two of them. The 15-meter half-body target had two black holes in its head and heart, but not a single bullet hole in other places.
"Do you see clearly?" Jack picked up the target paper and looked at Rhett through the black hole in his head.
“We are dealing with extremely brutal criminals. Even at the last moment, we must be prepared to fight to the death.”
“If I were a perverted serial killer, When we meet you on a narrow road, what do you think we should do to get rid of me?"
Jack grinned and made a ferocious expression, gradually approaching Red, scaring him so much that he swallowed involuntarily and took a half step back. He bumped into Hotchner who was watching the show.
"You will cause Dr. Red to have nightmares at night."
Hotchner stretched out his hand to help Red, with a serious expression on his face that made it difficult to tell whether he was joking or serious. Trying to persuade Jack seriously.
He reached out and took the target paper, looked at it carefully for a long time, and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "Jack, are you really from the LAPD and not SWAT? I didn't see it in the operations office or the FBI's SWAT. "If it were me, I would have to pray that there is a SWAT team behind me. Are your requirements for Dr. Red too high?"
While packing his two pistols, Jack motioned for Red's attention to the weird wooden holster hanging loosely on his waist.
"Do you know why I didn't correct Red's way of carrying his gun?" Hotchner pondered for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled up in a slight arc. It's really hard to spot without looking carefully.
"You want him to give people a wrong impression?"
Jack nodded, "Yes, his appearance is very deceiving, that's The best disguise, no one will regard him as the primary threat."
Hotchner also nodded to express his understanding, and then stood aside silently.
Jack drove Red to gun practice and cleaned the two sidearms himself. After he reassembled the pistol, he began to use the loader to fill the magazine.
Seeing Hotchner still standing there with a frown on his face, as if he was making a difficult decision, he couldn't help but smile.
"Is there something wrong, Rosie asked you to find me?"
As a local, and having been a patrol officer in the Wilshire District for another year, Jack is no longer the same person he was before. The guy who needs help from Hannah and Zoe to rent an apartment is so dumb.
Although he doesn't like to have a bunch of informants, he patrols the streets every day, and the downtown area of Los Angeles is quite familiar.
Except for Rhett, who was barely half-local, Jack helped to some extent when the other team members moved to Los Angeles, whether it was renting an apartment or moving.
Even for small things like hiring a cleaner or applying for a parking space, sometimes handing over a piece of paper with a phone number can save people a lot of effort.
Hotchner hesitated again and again before speaking with some difficulty, "My wife, Hallie, is 8 months pregnant. She was diagnosed with preeclampsia before. Although it is relatively stable, I am very worried. Her latest blood sugar level, but the insurance company."
"I understand, your specialist hasn't figured it out yet, right? I'll contact my friend at the central hospital."
Jack interrupted what he was going to say next, took out his mobile phone and dialed Jia Lisi's number, and quickly helped contact a hospital bed so that Hotchner's wife could be admitted to the hospital for examination tomorrow.
At noon the next day, Jack baked some delicious cakes and came to the FBI building. He went to the 12th floor first, found Hannah who had just returned from a business trip, and gave her a small gift.
Compared to the BAU team, which has just arrived and has not yet started 'business', the FBI's Los Angeles office is much busier. The fax machine is squeaking, the phone is ringing constantly, and Hannah is writing on the computer with a frown on her face. Report.
When she saw Jack, she scratched her messy hair, looking pitiful and on the verge of tears. She could only spread her hands to show that she was helpless.
Without disturbing the sweet girl for too long, Jack ignored the curious whispers of Hannah and her FBI colleagues, asked for a sweet kiss and walked away.
He did not go to the BAU level upstairs, but returned to the garage, restarted the Firebird, and headed to the central hospital.
The Central Hospital was as busy as ever. Jack first found Dr. Jialisi and presented him with a basket of small cakes to express his gratitude.
Garyce looked like she was intoxicated in love and radiant. It seemed that things were about to get right with John.
People have come to life. Sorry, I will update one chapter first. After dinner, I will continue coding and try to make up for it before 12 o'clock.
(End of this chapter)