Chapter 459 The Second Boot
“Put down your weapons!”
The LAPD, who arrived late, said they were scared. Los Angeles had not seen a firefight of this scale for a long time. Within minutes, two FBI agents and six unknown gunmen fired nearly a thousand rounds at each other.
A group of LAPD rushed to the scene and aimed their guns at Jack, who was still carrying NoveskeN4 and squatting in front of Emily.
"Put down the gun! Put down the gun! One of our own!" Even though Tim became the superintendent, he still took the lead. He recognized Jack with his back turned to him at a glance.
John, who was called for support, had just gotten out of the car and was stunned by the scene in front of him.
The ground was densely covered with bullet casings. Two corpses fell in the middle of the road, and there were two more on the sidewalk. The blood was mixed with white tofu and spread on the street along with the rain. The smell of blood was pungent.
Seeing Jack's "Mammoth" that once made him drool with envy, turned into the miserable appearance full of bullet marks, John felt that his breathing suddenly became very difficult.
"I'm fine."
On the other side, Emily gently pushed Jack away and tried to stand up from the ground, but found that her legs were very weak.
Jack took the thermal blanket and put it on Emily, and handed her over to the emergency personnel for examination. It was necessary to check her blood pressure and so on. Her limbs were weak and her hands and feet were trembling. This is what ordinary people experience after excessive secretion of adrenaline. Normal reaction.
The BAU friends have received the news and are on their way here. After greeting the two old guys Tim and John, Jack walked into the house in front of him and found, as expected, on the sofa in the living room. A corpse that was still warm.
"Do you know who he is?" asked Tim, who was following him.
Jack nodded, "It should be the owner of this house, Byron Delaney, who was also the target we originally planned to visit."
"There are no gunshot wounds or strangulation marks. It looks like he had a heart attack. How did the murderer do it?" John, who followed him into the house, put on rubber gloves and did a rough inspection.
"Poison." Jack pointed to the corpse's right foot. Although it was wearing leather shoes, the shoelaces had not yet been tied. It was probably because of the sudden arrival of him and Emily that the murderers did not have time to complete the last step. .
John squatted down in front of the sofa, took off the leather shoes on the corpse's right foot, took off the socks, and found an insignificant injection hole between the big toe and second toe of the deceased.
"It should be using drugs like succinylcholine to disguise the symptoms of sudden heart attack."
Hearing this, John showed an interested look on his face , even Tim couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
“What other spy cases have you been involved in?”
The two of them immediately became interested. They were too familiar with this classic plot from the Cold War era.
Jack made a zipper movement near his mouth, "The danger this time is too high, so we will keep it secret for the time being. Have you seen what my car looks like?"
"Terrorist?" It can only be said that it was John who hit the nail on the head. Jack clenched his fists and decided not to say a single word.
"Ha! I guessed it right!" John was as happy as anything.
“Keep guessing.” Jack smiled and took out the handcuffs, “Have you ever heard of Guantánamo?”
John was so frightened that he backed away and shook his head desperately, as if he would not speak even if he died.
Watching the two guys playing tricks, Tim shook his head speechlessly, "Then I'll leave this to you FBI. I'll leave a few guys here. Remember to say it when it's over. I still have a bottle of 10 Years of whiskey.”
The two old friends from the LAPD said goodbye and left, and Jack soon welcomed his friends from the BAU.
"I haven't seen such a big scene for a long time, Jack. It seems that leaving Emily to your protection is the right choice." Rosie slowly walked into the house.
Hotchner, on the other hand, was much more straightforward. He was more nervous than anyone else when he heard that Jack and Emily were attacked, but when he saw that they were unharmed, he would not go out of his way to ask for help, but would focus on Put it on the case in front of you. Because rationally speaking, the best protection for the two of them is to investigate the case as soon as possible and arrest the murderer.
"Twenty thousand in cash, a self-defense pistol, and a passport. It looks like the victim is in a hurry to escape."
Hotchner opened a suitcase on the coffee table, which contained only these few items. Something like that.
"The layout of the house is similar to that of Fagan and Cosenza, with multiple door locks and advanced security systems."
Jack said, picking up the mobile phone from the ground and checking the fingerprints of the deceased Unlocked.
"It doesn't seem surprising that the two most recent outbound calls, one from Kelly Fagan, were made to Cosenza's home at 10:30 and 10:31 this morning. They only rang twice. Hanged up, not connected. "
"What do you mean? Someone warned him, but he didn't tell Fagan and Cosencha about the accident. He gave them a warning as promised? "
Rosie sounded a little unsure.
“I think Emily might know something.” Hotchner’s eyes were a little worried as he passed through the entrance and landed outside the door, where Emily was wearing a silver A thermal blanket, squatting under the steps and examining the bodies of the attackers with Red.
"Emily definitely doesn't know the identities of these victims, otherwise she would tell us as soon as we receive the case today." Rossi explained quickly as if worried about a misunderstanding.
Jack thought of the previous yells made by the two attackers before they left, and shrugged, "She may not know the identity of the victim, but she must know the attackers."
The three walked out of the house and came When they arrived at the steps, before they could speak, Emily took the initiative to confess, "One of the two people who escaped was Ian Doyle, and the other should be his most loyal subordinate - Liam."
"Are you sure?" Jack was a little surprised. The six gunmen all wore white masks, just like V for Vendetta. Emily didn't have his extraordinary perception. On this dark and rainy night, , why are you so sure?
“Very sure.” As she said that, Amy pulled down the right sleeve of one of the gunman’s corpses, revealing a tattoo on her wrist.
This is a tattoo that Jack has never seen before, a four-leaf clover, which is the kind with one more leaf than normal alfalfa, but there is a "Nike" brand on the leaf stem. number.
What the hell is this? Adding a leaf to the Adidas clover logo and adding Nike underneath? Is this a terrorist organization that loves sports brands?
"This is the symbol of 'Valhalla'. 'Valhalla' is both Doyle's pseudonym and the name of the organization he once led."
Emily explained , "I have never seen the four gunmen killed by Jack. They were all young people just over 20, but well-trained. They should be the new recruits Doyle recruited."
"So The person who shouted Lauren Reynolds was Doyle? He also recognized you, was that the pseudonym you used?"
Jack sighed, with a fake look on his face. Sad, "No wonder most of the bullets are aimed at me."
"Maybe he regards you as his love rival." Rossi teased with a smile.
Emily couldn't help but show embarrassment on her face, raised her hands in protest, "Please, don't do this, I really am not in the mood to make such a joke right now."
I never knew why. The comforting Rhett unexpectedly said something long this time, "From a rational point of view, I think this is indeed a good thing.
Just like the story of throwing the boot, now The enemy appeared, and it was like the second boot finally fell. Emily no longer had to be nervous about this moment. "
" Rhett was right, what happened next, That's what we're good at, profiling Doyle as an ordinary case and finding him," agreed Hotchner, who is also a rationalist.
It turns out that in European and American culture, there is also a joke about throwing boots. Jack thought so, but his eyes fell on his car, and his mood suddenly became bad.
Please give me a monthly pass, the big one is coming.
(End of this chapter)