Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

The .338 Lapu-Magnum rifle/bullet still has a strong lethality at a distance of more than 1300 meters, and its shooting accuracy is higher than other bullets due to its limited wind resistance.

It’s a Magnum that’s more expensive than gold. Anonymous carefully put twenty rounds of ammunition into his backpack.

Another benefit of working for Fisk is that he always has the supplies he needs, such as a piano case that can hold the AWM sniper/shooter/gun after disassembly.

Compared with other bolt-action snipers/strikes/guns, AWM is smaller and lighter.Unknown Of course, I know that Fisker can provide sniper/shooter/guns such as Ba/Ray/Terra M82A1, Tac-50, etc., but he is already used to AWM. If he wants to switch to other guns, the accuracy will definitely be lower. affected.

The emergence of this AWM completely changed the plan of the unnamed.He no longer considered dealing with suspects in close combat. Without this knowledge, he would inevitably leave traces on the scene, such as bloodstains left by scratches during the fight.

It would be much easier if it was a long-range sniper, avoiding the possibility of leaving DNA on the scene to a large extent.

He happily carried the piano case and walked back to the main entrance of the church.

The media had already left one after another, probably following the detectives' vehicles to the victim's family's home, and the church returned to calm, as it should be.

The clock struck twelve noon.

"Father—" Unnamed saw the religious person wearing a black robe about to step over the threshold, and said, "Please wait!"

"Sir, the door of the church may have to be closed to everyone today," the priest said apologetically, "You must have heard about the tragedy that happened here."

"Yes, but I really need help, I don't know what to do, I feel like I don't know anything..." Unnamed tried to adjust his expression to be more innocent and confused.

The priest sized him up, maybe he didn't think Unnamed looked like a murderer in his heart, and said softly, "Come with me, kid, be careful not to touch those cordons."

They walked into the church, and the forensics personnel on the scene were still doing the final finishing work. They looked around without registering their names. This is indeed a very magnificent church. If it weren't for the pool of blood that hadn't been wiped clean on the ground, it would be a perfect place of pilgrimage. .

This looked like a complete sneak attack, and the bloodletting method should be clean enough, at least he didn't see blood drops other than the big puddle of blood.

The murderer stopped fast enough, at least he left without a little blood on his body.

I can learn from this person in the future, and I still have sympathy for my countless discarded white shirts.

"My child, what's your trouble?" The priest led him into a side room, and carefully closed the door to block the eyes of unnamed prying eyes of the crime scene.

Unknown looked away regretfully, now he has to improvise a story.He didn't know what to say—

Until he looked seriously into the eyes of the old priest for the first time, and saw sincere worry.

Doubts from before he got drunk the night before suddenly struggled to the surface, prompting him to speak the truth.

"I have a very good friend," he said, "and she was very ill. She wanted me to help her last night..."

"End her unfortunate life." Unnamed pondered for a while before choosing less drastic words to describe Triss' wish.

"Did you do that, then?" The priest's tone was very calm, and he didn't even seem too shocked by the unnamed story.

Anonymous was thinking, he didn't think so much when he was about to break Triss's neck last night, but now, under the gaze of the priest, he recalled Triss's desperate tone and trembling body.

He wasn't quite sure if that potion still killed Triss, at least the fragile, innocent little girl.

"I made a decision against her wishes," he eventually replied, "I don't know if she hates me, it hurts."

"Suffering is an essential part," reassures the priest.

"Probably, I have made a decision, but I don't have the courage to go back and look at her again."

Anonymous didn't mean to sit for a long time, but got up and said goodbye after only a few minutes.

He sincerely thanked the priest for being able to listen to his questions and entanglements.

The priest sent him all the way to the church gate.

"Father, I read that murderers will go to hell. Is it true?" Unknown paused for a while and looked back at the priest at the church door. His whole body was bathed in the sunlight projected from outside the door.

Light engulfed his figure.

"You know, I have an old acquaintance who asked a similar question," the priest answered irrelevantly.

"That's good," Unknown didn't ask further, and didn't even wait for the priest to answer, he simply turned around and left, "I hope he can go to heaven, at least he deserves this."

Unnamed Half sure the old acquaintance that the priest brought up is the vigilante who wears the red demon suit and runs around Hell's Kitchen every night.

Who would have thought that the devil in Hell's Kitchen was actually a devout Catholic?Just like no one would have guessed that the devil is a blind lawyer.

Anonymous walked out the door and happened to pass by Agent Rossi.The latter stared at his back for a few seconds before turning his head and speeding up to the door where the unnamed person was standing just now.

"That was just now?" Detective Rossi asked, "Is he a frequent visitor to the church?" He didn't think the priest would casually introduce strangers into the church where a murder had just occurred.

"No, I saw him for the first time today, and he needs the guidance of the Lord very much."

Rossi sent the priest away, and leaned over to look at the door frame that Anonymous had just supported, the wood was smooth.

"Could you please take a sample of the fingerprints on this door frame?" Agent Rossi called the police officer who was investigating the crime scene and asked.

Back at the police station, Rossi deliberately handed over the unregistered fingerprints to the police officers, asking them to speed up and analyze this first.

According to Rossi's request, Penelope Garcia, the team's technical support, rummaged through the nearby camera images, and barely found an unnamed profile photo.

The area around the church can be said to be a place where the law and order in Hell's Kitchen is not bad, and the density of cameras is not too low.

According to the statements of Rossi and the priest, it is really unreasonable for Anonymous to make at least two round trips around the church, leaving only half a photo.

Unless he is consciously avoiding the camera, if he is not a wanted criminal, few people will have this awareness.

But other than that, he didn't feel guilty at all when he broke into a place with federal agents, and he was very calm.

Besides, even in this blurred photo, Anonymous appears to be confident enough, which does not fit the low self-esteem characteristic of the suspect in the profile.

It is precisely for this reason that Rossi did not arrest Anonymous when they met each other.

"He doesn't fit our profile." Detective Emily Prentiss frowned at the not-so-clear photo.

"I agree," agreed Jennifer Jeange, the group's head of public relations and profiler, making an exaggerated look at the photo, "if I saw a face like that, let alone within five minutes, it I may not be able to forget it all day."

Indeed, no matter whether it is the face or the unique temperament, it is difficult for Anonymous to disappear from everyone.

"He may not be a suspect, but it would be too far-fetched to say it was a coincidence," team leader Aaron Hotchner said calmly. "He showed up at the scene of the crime and discussed life and death with the priest. Garcia, fingerprinting What does the system say?"

"No match, sir," said the hacker genius Garcia on the other end of the line. "This man has no criminal record, clean."

A group of police officers who came back from patrol passed the meeting room, and one of them inadvertently saw an unnamed profile photo on the whiteboard, his expression froze, and his pace quickened a little.

He bid farewell to his companions, walked to a more secluded place in the corridor alone, and after making sure no one around could hear him, he took out his cell phone.

"Our sniper is being targeted," the police officer dialed, and suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder.

He tipped off to Fisk in private, so the very guilty police officer suddenly turned around and almost didn't pull out his gun.

"It's okay, 'your snipers' can handle it themselves." Unknown smiled and took a step back, raising his hands to show his harmlessness.

"What are you doing here?" the policeman asked suspiciously.

He began to doubt whether the person the boss had found was reliable.

"Agent David Rossi seems to have dropped something in the church," Unknown said with a smile, "I'm just doing my duty as a well-meaning person."

He threw a delicate lighter in his hand.

The behavior analysis team felt that they had seen all kinds of crazy scenes, but the suspicious person they were analyzing just now suddenly appeared at the door of the meeting room, which was a bit beyond their imagination.

"Is Agent David Rossi here?" The unidentified young man smiled harmlessly. "He left something in the church."

Just for a lighter, this person shouldn't be able to enter the police station at all.Did the NYPD force go to the donuts next door for sweets?

In addition to policemen and prisoners, there is another identity in the police station, which is easy to forge, does not need to be handcuffed, and allows close contact with the investigation process.

There is no comparison between the information obtained from reading paper documents and personally participating in the investigation.It's not always possible to spend hours writing a report, at least before going out to hunt down the suspect.

In order to simplify my work, Anonymous is now——

"N.Y.P. Civilian Counselor, Onnon Wilson, nice to meet you." Anonymous showed his ID with a smile. He walked into the conference room and saw his own photo on the wall at a glance, "Oh, I guess you already know each other Me?"

The author has something to say: Ah Yan has a lot of schoolwork these days.