Chapter 253: Resurrection from a dead body
Jack tried his best and finally tactfully handed the aunt over to a certain police officer for record keeping.
When he came outside the store with cold sweat on his face, several people were gathered in a circle, watching Rossi and Hotchner standing in the middle performing role-playing.
"Now you are Francis Goering, the cruel sadist, and I am Henry Foster, your slave, a meek and overwhelmed 'give'."
< Rossi paced back and forth in front of Hotchner, trying to immerse himself in the character.
"I need you to control me. Only in this way can my life have direction and meaning."
Rossi suddenly pointed to Hotchner, who immediately answered, "It's good to live like this. , but suddenly one day, I blew myself up and I died.”
“When you died, I lost you and also lost my self-understanding, because my self-understanding is closely related to you. . ”
Jack found Rossi’s current craziness very interesting, as if he was performing a stage play. Hotchner on the side cooperated with him with a straight face, from being reluctant at the beginning to His eyes gradually brightened, and he seemed to be getting better.
So he quietly took out his mobile phone and took candid photos. Emily and Jiejie pursed their lips and smiled, as if they wanted to say that they met each other. Rhett was a little at a loss and didn't know what he wanted. Discourage, but still find this interesting.
"The depersonalization syndrome you already had was exacerbated by the loss of your loved one," Hotchner continued.
Rosie looked into Hotchner's eyes, "I'm the only one left now."
"But you hate yourself." Hotchner stared back.
"Yes, but why?" Rossi muttered.
“Because I brainwashed you and used my way of life to tell you over and over again that you are a waste and you are worthless without me.”
Hotchner put his hands in his pockets and muttered expressionlessly, as if he had really become Francis Goering.
“That’s right.” Rossi became more and more excited.
“So I went home and destroyed everything, everything that reminded me of who I was, I destroyed myself just to become you, that was the only thing I could live for The way.”
The four people who were watching the performance all had goosebumps, and Jack suddenly thought of a word, resurrecting the dead.
According to the inferences of Rossi and Hotchner, Henry Foster transformed himself into Francis the moment he learned of the death of Francis Goering.
In a sense, it can also be seen that the moment Francis Goering detonated the grenade, his soul entered Henry Foster's body and replaced him, achieving a certain sense of of rebirth.
"If you think about it the way Francis thinks. Oh my god, I know where he is going." Emily took out an evidence bag from her bag, which contained the evidence that Rhett had taken from the refrigerator. The photo that was taken down.
"Rhett, do you remember those home videos that were first discovered in his house?"
Rhett also obviously figured it out, "Francis said that the king lives in From a high place, he was monitoring intruders and the like, and even talked about being armed to defend his territory."
He reached out to take the photo in Emily's hand, pointed to the huge rock on the photo and asked, "Yes. There is no way he sees this as his own castle.”
"Just ask." Hotchner directly greeted the police chief not far away.
"Chief, do you know where the terrain in this photo is located?"
The Sheriff took the photo, squinted and held it farther away, and when he saw it clearly, I recognized this huge rock in the photo. "This is Black Hawk's Mouth, which the militia used as a training base, but was later banned by higher orders."
"Chief, we must assume now that Henry Force Trump will behave similarly to Francis, who now has hostages and is fully armed.”
"If he is caught, not only will he be willing to die, but he will try to take all of us with him, as many as possible, just like Francis did with the fallen police officer."
Hotchner did his job and started giving orders.
The Sheriff has long been impressed by the performance of everyone in the BAU team and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then whatever you need, I will do my best to meet your requirements."
"Those who are familiar with the terrain Guides, enough manpower to block the road, and your best sharpshooters."
As he spoke, Hotchner looked at Jack, "It's time to show off your new toy. I hope you use it and your weapon. As accurate as a pistol.”
Jack shrugged and said there was no pressure on this. He was only worried that his 16-inch barrel reconnaissance HK417 would not be accurate enough if the distance was too far.
The HK417 with a 20-inch barrel is a serious sniper type. The one he has now can only be regarded as a precision marksman rifle.
Fortunately, he prepared a box of M118LR sniper bullets himself, and with the proficiency level skills at his disposal, it should be enough to deal with most situations.
However, this also made Jack secretly note that now he is not short of money. Sniper rifles that cost tens of thousands each and scopes that cost tens of thousands are still affordable. If you have the opportunity, you can consider buying them. Practice a few times.
As for future mission needs, of course the FBI will foot the bill. As long as he shows the corresponding abilities, both Rossi and Hotchner will help him file a report and apply for new equipment.
The mountain road leading to the canyon was rugged and bumpy. After nearly an hour, everyone finally arrived near the huge rock called the Black Eagle's Beak.
Looking from the photo, this is a huge rock, but when we got closer, we realized that it was better to say that it was an isolated cliff.
It is at least forty or fifty meters above the ground, and there is no grass growing on it. Not to mention the front, if you want to go up from the back, you have to climb for a long time, it is very steep.
Then Jack met a new acquaintance as expected.
"Harris Townsend? Why are you here?"
"The Sheriff said you need the best sharpshooter here, and I am it." The old white man smoothed his thin hair and picked up a Remington M700 with an 8x scope from the back seat of the car.
"Is this okay? He is a civilian." Hotchner looked at the police chief.
"You said you want the best, and he is the best. He is a former special forces sniper, and no one knows the terrain here better than him. I can vouch for him."
The Sheriff took off his cowboy hat and stared at the cliff hatefully, "My people have already seen him. He is on the top of the mountain, on the other side of the ridge. Get rid of this bastard as soon as possible and let the people here Return to a peaceful life."
Jack opened the trunk of the car, took out his HK417, checked it carefully, then took out a box of sniper ammunition, filled it with 5 rounds, and then loaded another magazine. Common ammunition.
"Wow, here comes another German gun. Is this gun useful?" Harris asked coquettishly.
Jack rolled his eyes, "It must be stronger than your 223 Remington bullet. The wind is so strong here, what if it misses?"
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(End of this chapter)