Chapter 809 The Farmer and the Snake
The FBI ID is usually a wallet with a steel-stamped badge on the front. After opening, it is divided into two cards. The upper card has the full name and number of the FBI printed on it. Eagle emblem watermark.
The left side of the lower half is the ID photo. There is a date below the ID photo. There is a vertical column of handwritten signatures on the right side. The golden FBI badge can be worn alone or stuffed into a wallet. Not fixed.
Jack had an ominous premonition in his heart. He took out the lower half of the card and tore off the mugshot of the murderer covering it, revealing the real photo printed directly on the card below. A man who looked older An old bald white man similar to Rosie.
He directly took out his mobile phone and called Garcia, "Sweetheart girl, help check for Ed Schutzbach. He should be a retired agent. Try to see if you can contact him."
"What happened?" Everyone in the BAU who arrived later saw Jack's ugly face and couldn't help but feel a little strange. After receiving the certificate handed over by Jack, Rosie's face also became ugly.
"I hope he just accidentally lost his ID and forgot to report it." Rossi whispered.
As the FBI, we all know the seriousness of lost documents, even judging from the date of the document, this Ed Schutzbach is a retired agent.
Soon the phone rang again, Jack turned on the speaker directly, and Garcia's voice came from the phone, "Checked it, delicious little handsome guy, Ed Schutzback, retired in 18 years The detective in charge, I haven't been able to contact him yet.
But the clear blue water and 'Mai Tai' cocktails in his Facebook photos make me look forward to my future retirement life. ”
"Garcia, it's me." Rossi's voice was a little difficult. "Can you contact Agent Schutzbach's family?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir." Garcia heard Rossi's voice. , instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.
“I just made a few calls. Agent Schutzbach’s relatives on the East Coast have not had much contact with him recently. I found his old partner, Agent Green, who is also retired.
He said that he just held a barbecue party for his old colleagues yesterday, but Agent Schutzbach was absent. He didn’t think much about it because his old partner often went fishing away from home. ”
Garcia paused, as if he had just reacted, "Uh, so does this respected retired detective have anything to do with our current case? Oh, my God, could it"
"No, it's not what you think, dear, send me his address."
Before Jack could finish his words, Rosie walked towards the plainclothes police car he drove, "I and Come with you."
Hotchner on the side didn't say much, "We stayed at the scene to confirm the identity of the suspect."
The police lights flashed and Jack sped until he approached Garcia. Sirens and lights were turned off only a few blocks away from the address from which it was sent.
Seeing that Rossi's face in the passenger seat was very ugly, Jack asked worriedly, "Have you ever dealt with that Agent Schutzbach?"
"I'm not very familiar with him. He is a good guy with outstanding achievements." Rossi shook his head. "We came from the same training camp, Russell Camp. Have you heard of it?"
"Ten years ago Is it the old Quantico shooting range that was closed down?" Jack nodded, but didn't know how to find a topic for a while. They both knew clearly that the retired old agent was probably in danger at this time.
In the silence between the two of them, the car arrived in front of Agent Schutzbach's house. As soon as Jack's car stopped, Rossi couldn't wait to open the door, pulled out his gun and rushed to the front door.
"Don't be excited, old man." Jack quickly caught up with him, took out his pistol and stood in front of him. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he paused slightly and changed from knocking to pushing, " With a creak, the door opened.
"We are late." A familiar corpse smell came from the house. Jack escorted Rosie into the house and soon found a body lying on the ground in the kitchen. corpse.
Although the air conditioner in the room was always on, because it had been dead for several days, the body had been severely decomposed and the face began to swell. However, the two men recognized the identity of the deceased at a glance. It was the retired Agent Schutzbach. .
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The police lights flashed outside the window, and the people from the Los Angeles Medical Examiner's Office bagged the body and carried it out. Jack returned to the house and found Rosie with a sad expression in a small study. .
Rosie was looking at a display wall in the study room, which was covered with various award photos and commemorative certificates that represented Agent Schutzbach's career.
"He is an agent with outstanding merits." Rossi's eyes flickered under the light.
Jack didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. It was inappropriate to say that the rabbit died and the fox was sad. He guessed that maybe the death of the retired agent brought back some bad memories for Rosie.
Being an FBI agent in this world is much more dangerous than Jack's previous life. You can often see notifications in the system about when and where a certain agent died in the line of duty. .
You must know that in the world where Jack originally lived, a case that resulted in the death of two people and the injury of three people can be called the biggest tragedy of the FBI in the past 30 years. In comparison, although the annual casualties of FBI agents in this world are not as high as those of the NYPD or LAPD, they are still quite alarming. At least when Jack first arrived in New York, the bombing that killed two agents was not linked to something similar. title.
"Now it seems that giving up retirement and returning to the FBI seems to be the right choice." Jack's heartless words were glared at by Rosie fiercely as soon as he said them, but Then he burst into laughter.
"Perhaps you are right. A premature retirement life is really not suitable for me. If I end up dying by a gun, I would rather die on the road chasing the murderer than die inexplicably in my own home."
Although this topic was initiated by Jack, he still felt that it was a little unlucky, "If you want to say that again, don't force me to apply to transfer you to my wanted criminal team. I will continue to do it." I will protect you personally."
"Haha." Rossi sneered, his previous sad look gone, "When you become the detective in charge, we can really speak for ourselves in a department. Let’s discuss this topic again.”
Jack thought about the day when Jubal would be transferred and he would need to deal with various external affairs alone, and he couldn’t help but shudder.
“Forget it, Agent Valentine and I work well together.”
He still quite likes his current position in the FBI. Although he can't completely be a "non-stick pan", Jubal's presence has indeed helped him deal with a lot of troubles from above.
Jack is not a person who is very good at dealing with bureaucratic procedures, nor does he have a strong desire for power. Naturally, he is not addicted to officialdom. In his heart, he is actually a person who highly advocates freedom.
But unlike the universal values of people in this country, money and power are regarded by them as indispensable to freedom, and are regarded as a reflection of personal value.
Jack is not opposed to this. Without these, no matter how strong a person is, he will be regarded as an ant that can be easily trampled to death with one kick, but he does not want these things to become a rope that binds him.
This may sound contradictory, but looking at the so-called upper class people in this world, how many of them are not slaves to money and power?
The kind of freedom that Jack yearns for does not include such constraints. Things like money, power, or status are enough for him. Human desires are endless, and he does not want to be a slave to desires.
Even in matters such as lust, Jack's interests are very different from today's upper class. He neither likes little boys nor does he like watching little girls solving advanced mathematics on the blackboard. He is keen on those upper class people. I have no interest in anything.
Of course, if he really happened to meet him, he wouldn't mind sending those upper-class people to see God. I think the girls who come to him wouldn't mind accompanying him around the world for this kind of thing.
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Although it can now be roughly inferred that the death of Agent Schutzbach should have been caused by the serial killer who stole his ID, but everyone in the BAU received the news from Jack and Luo After receiving the news from Xi, he rushed to the scene as quickly as possible.
Before the ERT team entered the scene, everyone conducted a preliminary investigation, and the conclusions they reached were very similar to the profiling they had done before.
"The suspect seems to have read through Agent Schutzbach's notes and memos, which is why he was able to impersonate an FBI agent so successfully." Reid pointed to the messy desk and said.
"I saw Agent Schutzbach's notes here. After his retirement, he has been volunteering at a place called 'New Start' to help prisoners who have just been released from prison."< br>
Hotchner put the mobile phone with the speaker turned on among everyone, and there was a call from inside Garcia's voice, "The suspect who was shot was identified as Andrew Meeks, 39, who had served fifteen years for attempted murder and was paroled last year.
The Schutzbach Gang He found a job as a janitor in an office building in the city center.”
"Sounds like another story about the farmer and the snake." Emily looked extremely unhappy.
Jie Jie pointed to the walls that represented Agent Schutzback’s past honors and analyzed, “Meeks must have heard Agent Schutzback tell a lot about his glorious past in the bureau. , which instead stimulated his desire for power.
So he killed the old agent who had helped him and disguised himself as an FBI to satisfy this psychology. "
"Garcia, who did Meeks want to murder before?" Reid asked, feeling that the matter was not that simple.
"His high school classmates, the cause seemed to be a prank that happened on campus. Several female high school students lured Meeks into the gym, and then several bullies involved him in a He almost suffocated to death on a gymnastics mat.”
Everyone suddenly realized, and Rhett directly came to the conclusion, "So all this is for revenge. By suffocating innocent women to death, he symbolically took revenge on the female classmates who had molested him.
And disguised as a Being named FBI gave him a sense of respect and power he had never experienced before."
(End of Chapter)