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Chapter 465 Showdown

"OK, get some rest early. Hannah will protect your safety these days."

After receiving the information, Jack became ruthless. He picked up Hannah and went into the bedroom, leaving Taylor in the living room with a crazy look on his face. Just kidding, he was on the edge of his seat. He had been teased again just now, and it was already hard for him to endure it until now. Bar.

After a rare sleep, Jack didn't get up until ten o'clock. When he saw Taylor drinking coffee with panda eyes in the kitchen, he almost laughed out loud. Could it be that this guy had been listening to the wall all night?

Hannah's large refrigerator was empty except for milk and a few bags of snacks. As the saying goes, it's hard to make a meal without rice, and no matter how hard Jack tried, he couldn't find anything to eat.

After ordering takeout for brunch for the two girls, Jack drove out directly and called Braxton to ask him and Chris to help clean up the basement. Don't forget to drive the Firebird that was left in the garage. Walk.

Tim and John have made arrangements. As soon as the Wolf brothers arrive, the alert LAPD patrol officers will help open the blockade and let them enter the scene.

When I returned to the BAU office, I saw a busy scene. Almost everyone was holding a mobile phone in their hands, and the calls were coming one after another. Emily, who was looking down at the documents in her hand, almost bumped into Jack.

"You came just in time. I found out the relationship between those two families and Byron Delaney and the reason why Doyle murdered them."

"Is it because they were all employees of CWS? I guess they were all involved in capturing Doyle." Jack smiled and handed her a cup of coffee.

Emily looked at the fax she had just received suspiciously. She stayed up almost all night last night, busy contacting her former colleagues in Europe, and finally got the information.

"I also have my own information channels." Jack had nothing to hide and told her the information Taylor Kelly had learned.

Emily shrugged and handed the information in her hand to Jack, "Byron Delaney, Ron Kosencha and Kelly Fagan were all agents under CWS and participated in the operation at that time.

I didn't understand this at the time, but now it seems that the person who forced me to hand over Doyle's son Declan was probably the CWS behind them. "

"And these." Rossi looked tired, yawned and walked to the two of them, throwing a folder in his hand on the table.

"A prudent person will always keep important files within easy reach, especially those that are life-threatening, so last night I went to Byron Delaney's house again and found a mezzanine in the wall. Found these.”

Jack opened the file bag. Inside were two photos and some documents.

There are only two people in the first photo. They are Byron Delaney and a thin old man. The second photo shows an armed team with live ammunition. Two of them are Ron Kosencha and Kay. Leigh Fagan.

Rhett on the side also came over and carefully looked at the street sign on the second photo, "Is this Cyrillic?"

"To be precise, it should be Zhitomir, Zhitomir? Where is this?" Jack's Russian level is not bad. Although he has never learned Zylan, it is not a big problem to distinguish a few words. After all, the middle one between the two The difference is probably equivalent to Mandarin and dialects.

Rossi had obviously checked these clues, "Zhytomyr is a remote town in the northwest of Zuklan. There is a secret prison there. It is obvious that Doyle was imprisoned there by the CWS over the years."

"Is this our prison overseas?" Rhett asked curiously.

"No one will admit the existence of this prison." Rossi's expression was subtle.

The document contained a copy of a secret agreement. Large sections of the content were blacked out, and it was barely possible to make out that the description inside was about the operation to hunt down Doyle.

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An hour later, Hotchner put down the phone, stood up and walked out of the office, "Jack, Emily, go to SCIF downstairs in 10 minutes."

The full name of SCIF is "Sensitive Information Isolation Facility", which can prevent eavesdropping, telephone wiretapping, and illegal computer intrusion. It is a facility that effectively ensures the security and confidentiality of meetings.

It is almost similar to the large "Faraday cage" used by the CIA in the Russian spy case, except that it was a mobile version, while the one in the FBI office is more similar to a bank vault, hidden deep underground. .

Jack and Emily walked into the elevator and entered the temporary authorization code on the keyboard. The elevator went all the way down, -1, -2, until the indicator light with no number on it came on.

The elevator door opened and they passed through a long and narrow corridor. They saw Hotchner and Rossi waiting at the door.

Hotchner pushed open the heavy steel door of SCIF, and there was a rectangular conference table inside. Four white men in suits and ties were sitting at one end of the table.

Opposite the conference table, facing the door, is a thin, white-haired old man. He looks exactly like the one who took a photo with Byron Delaney before, but he looks older.

Before the four of them could sit down, the white-haired old man, who looked like a superior, had a stern look on his face and asked a series of questions in rapid succession.

"Why are you so anxious to call us here? Why is the BAU interested in CWS? We have never cooperated with the FBI, right?"

<divclass="contentadv"> "Put it away, Dreyer, haven't we had enough dealings with each other?" Rossi responded unceremoniously. At this time, the aura he exuded was far superior to that of the opponent. , making Jack and the other three people look at him with suspicion.

"Bang!" Hotchner threw out a document bag and landed just in front of Dreyer.

"When you guys put a gag order on the Los Angeles media, you should know why. These are your retired employees, right? Look what happened to them now."

Dreher opened the document bag and saw a photo, all taken at the scene where the Cosenza and Fagan families were murdered.

The horrific photos of the burnt corpses made Dreyer gasp. He flipped through two of them at random, closed them quickly, and handed them over to a man with glasses who didn't know whether he was his assistant or a lawyer.

"Do you want more? I also have a photo of your old friend Byron Delaney lying at the scene of the crime. He was lucky, at least he was not burned after death. Although you warned him, it was a pity that it was too late. ”

Hotchner said, waving the few remaining document bags in his hand.

Dreher took a deep breath, rubbed his old face vigorously, looked at Rossi, and after a while he replied in a low voice, "It's all business. You know David, it's all business, although it is indeed shameful."

Rossi was unmoved at all, "Tell me, Kelly Fagan, Ron Cosonza and Byron Delaney used to be your employees. Since you have issued a gag order, you must have started an investigation. "

"We have employees around the world, and our business spans from the Middle East to Antarctica. It would take months to check them all. If you want to know the answer, you might as well go directly to the largest employer. We all work for it, right? ?”

Dreher changed his face again, forcing a smile on his face, like a philistine businessman.

"The mission they accepted was protected by a multi-national official secret agreement, even if I want to"

Rossi glanced at Hotchner, who slapped all the document bags in his hands on the table and pushed them over.

"Is this the agreement? To hunt down the Northern Irish terrorist Ian Doyle, nicknamed 'Valhalla'. Seven years ago, your people collaborated with 'JTF-7' and sent him to a prison in Greenland. Secret prison, do you think this is what we came to ask you about?

These employees of yours were exterminated on American soil. These militants were well-trained. Not only did they attack FBI agents, they even dared to come to his home and use RPGs to completely destroy his home.

Doyle is here for your company, not the federal government, and that's your responsibility. "

Dreher was so frightened by Rossi's words that he couldn't speak. He quickly reached for the document bags and started looking through them. While reading, he turned his head and whispered to the other two people around him.

When he spoke again, although he deliberately raised his voice, it sounded a bit more lewd and sinister.

"This matter has nothing to do with us. We are also victims. You have to know that our activities in the country are restricted. After the two families were killed, I have done everything I can."

Rossi knew that the heat was almost over, so he leaned back on the chair with a relaxed expression, "Okay, Dreyer, I just said, this is not the first time we have dealt with each other.

This is Emily Prentice. She once used the name Lauren Reynolds. Even if you don't recognize her, you will always have an impression of this name, right?

You once tried to break through Doyle's son Declan and force him to speak by torturing him. Prentiss used another method to allow you to achieve your goal, but it also made herself and your employees become victims. The target of revenge. "

After hearing these words, Dreher's old face became uncertain, his eyes flickered, and he seemed to be full of struggle in his heart.

Hotchner finally swung the hammer and knocked the last nail on the coffin board.

"Given the circumstances your company is currently facing, and out of courtesy and respect for the many contributions you have made in service to our country over the years, anything we discuss in this room will not be recorded and treated as such. None of it happened.

But once you leave this house, the FBI still believes that you lack sincerity and cooperation, and all responsibilities will be borne by you. "

"OK, OK, what do you want?" Dreyer's old face finally couldn't hold back, and he kept saying.