Chapter 388 Empathy
“Don’t move!” While Jack held Henry down, Hotchner and Red stepped forward to hold down Michael, who subconsciously wanted to protect his son and was struggling to get up from the ground. · Genesco.
Henry on the other side was still screaming. Jack removed his wrist joints but did not reattach them to him.
He became angry when he thought that the injuries on Jiejie's face were caused when she was protecting him and fighting with Michael Genasco.
And this little brat actually pointed the gun at Jiejie in the end, out of pure ignorance. Jack was not big-minded and would avenge himself on the spot.
That is to say, there are too many people watching, otherwise even if this kid is not allowed to have his brain opened up, he will have to lie in bed for several months.
Hand over the handcuffed Genasco to Chief Parker, and leave the rest to the local police.
Andrea White was also brought to the scene in a police car, holding her son and crying bitterly. Everyone in the BAU knew the beginning and end of the matter. Both Emily and Rossi just stood aside coldly. Watch.
Jack asked for some gauze cotton balls, normal saline and iodophor from the emergency personnel, and helped Jie Jie treat the wound, while Red chattered with concern.
"Red, I'm fine, I swear, it's just a little scratch." Jiejie comforted him.
"I don't think so. I saw at least two cuts and three bruises, including the eye sockets, and maybe some rib fractures. I saw you took a serious hit on your ribs when you were fighting. I strongly suggest you go to the hospital for a surgery. CT. "
Before Rhett could finish his words, he was pushed aside by Jack and left to Hotchner. Although this boy was not very knowledgeable about men and women, he was staring at his woman like this. Somewhat unhappy.
Seeing Jiejie use a small mirror to check a small scratch on her cheek, Jack angrily put her down on his lap and rinsed her with saline.
"Now do you know that you feel sorry for your face? Hotchner and I are not here, why are you so anxious to rush in?"
In public, this is the first time for the two of them in front of everyone in the BAU Showing such intimacy made Jiejie feel a little uneasy and struggled to get up.
"Aren't you worried that he will hurt the hostages? Jack, let go and I will handle it myself."
"Don't move, I'm not responsible for leaving scars." Jack threatened fiercely, and she was so scared that she didn't dare to move. .
"In this situation from now on, let Rhett do it. His talk is much better than your skills."
Emily walked over from the side, "Hey, boy , This kind of statement makes me feel that you look down on us girls."
Jack quickly raised his hands in surrender, "Don't be like this, I always regarded Rhett as one of your girls until he grew to 160 pounds. On our side, I’m just saying that everyone has their own thing.”
Hearing this, Rhett retorted somewhat unconvincingly, "I'm almost 170 pounds now."
Jack curled his lips with disdain on his face, "I raised the little one on the Wolf Brothers Farm. Pigs grow much faster than you. It only takes one year for them to grow from birth to 300 pounds, but you have only grown more than 20 pounds in almost two years under my careful feeding.”
Although Europe and the United States. There is no common saying in culture such as cannibalism, but the principle is the same. Rhett opened his mouth, and for a moment he didn't know how to refute someone's fallacies.
Finally, after helping Jiejie bandage the small scratch on her arm, Jack patted her shoulder and asked her to sit up.
“Try not to get your arms wet, and I’ll help you deal with the bruises on your face when you get back.”
Rossi walked slowly over and pouted at the mother and son who were hugging and crying not far away, "Are you really not going to help that child connect his wrist? He is still a minor."
< br>"No, that's the doctor's job, and I don't want to get in trouble." Jack shook his head.
Fortunately, there is no real "Holy Mother" here. Rossi just mentioned it casually. Everyone put their little depression behind and started discussing the evening's plans on the way back to Los Angeles. Activity.
It seems that after every case, it has become a routine for everyone to get together to have fun, but this case involves a bar, and everyone seems to think that going to the bar party this time is a bit unlucky.
Europeans and Americans are much more superstitious than Serisians. In Eastern culture, it is said that misfortunes never come singly, but Europeans and Americans like to say: "Bad luck always comes in threes." Jack still doesn't know what these people are planning. , simply clapped his hands and said, "Let's all go to my house and buy some ingredients on the way."
Emily cheered, took out her mobile phone and called Garcia, making an appointment to meet directly at Jack's house in the evening.
It was just after three o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to Los Angeles, and Jack had just enough time to prepare dinner. Of course, what he wanted to do was Spanish food, which he had been studying for a while recently.
Grilled lamb chops, Spanish meatballs, garlic shrimp, vegetable pancakes, seafood soup, fried pork fillet with peppers, Basque cod, and finally a Spanish paella.
As for the fatal Spanish churros, Jack naturally replaced them. He felt that the sugar on the churros was as bad as pouring sesame paste on plain chicken.
As for table wine, Jack brought up a big jug of Erguotou soaked prunes from the basement of his underground armory that doubles as a small wine cellar.
California prunes are native to Europe, but before the rise of Xinjiang prunes, prunes from California supplied 70% of the world's demand.
In the federal territory, almost 99% of prunes are produced in California. The ripening season of prunes is in August every year. Jack made these prune wines the year before last. This time last year, he was still there. Quantico.
Compared with green plum wine, prunes have a higher sugar content and a richer aroma. Jack poured a small half cup for each person, added ice cubes, and received unanimous praise.
After a full meal, the girls took Rhett and played mahjong on the square table. Jack, Hotchner and Rosie sat on the rocking chairs under the eaves of the backyard and opened a bottle of wine that he brought from New York. The sherry that came back was smoky.
Hotchner didn't smoke before and drank occasionally. Now that he is middle-aged, he is led by the old and the young. He will occasionally follow Jack and Rosie, hold a cigar in his mouth and enjoy the rare comfort.
“Once unfaithful, a hundred times unfaithful.” Hotchner muttered this sentence, looking at the smoke rising into the night sky in a daze.
"Shakespeare?" Jack asked uncertainly.
Rossi nodded, "It comes from Shakespeare's King of Darkness - "Richard III"."
It feels like Hotchner, as a middle-aged man, is really caught up in this case. , Jack thought for a while and decided to comfort him in another way.
"Today I was in the kitchen and saw a piece of potato that I had forgotten in the corner. It was really small, probably only a little bigger than my thumb."
Rossi and Hotchner turned their heads and looked at him , I don’t know what he wants to express.
Jack continued, "I can't remember the last time I saw this little thing. Maybe a few weeks, maybe a month or two ago?
That's just I cut a small piece from a large piece of potato, but when I found it today, I was surprised to find that there were sprouts growing on it."
"You are sighing for life. Tenacious?" Hotchner asked in confusion, seeming to be trying to think about the relationship between what this guy said and what he was feeling.
"No, I threw it away unfortunately, because sprouted potatoes are poisonous." Jack showed a scheming smile.
"You, Mr. Aaron Hotchner, live a happy life, have a good wife at home, and a cute little meanie. Perhaps it is because of Genasco, who is also middle-aged, that you have There is some kind of empathy, but this is completely unnecessary.
I give this example because I want to tell you that I have encountered misfortune and struggled to survive, but I will not see a tree sprouting with difficulty. The potato developed empathy, and then moved it from the kitchen to the backyard and planted it in the soil."
Hotchner couldn't laugh or cry, "Okay, I admit that I may have thought too much. I apologize in the future. I won’t have similar emotions again.”
Sorry this chapter is late, I will code the next one soon
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