Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

This behavioral analysis team is indeed worthy of the close to 100% detection rate.

But it's Wilson they're asking, and his last name isn't Wilson—at least not yet.What about the Wade people?

Unnamed let out a long breath, relaxed his whole body, threw his head back into the seat, and thought to himself.

Apparently unnamed self-deception does not subtly affect the perception of these agents.

"Okay," he said, reaching out with his left hand and grabbing Agent Rossi's wrist as he tried to remove his piano case, completely ignoring Morgan's hand/gun, "first of all, I mean absolutely no ill will to you guys."

This sounded very sincere, not like a lie, but it still didn't explain why he had a gun in his piano case.

"Actually, I'm a sniper, and my purpose is to assassinate Mr. President," the anonymous said seriously, "By the way, can you remind me who the current president is?"

The president of the United States, who has no sense of presence in the Marvel universe, feels as if he has been shot in the knee.

No one knows who the president is to lie to, and he wants to assassinate him.

"Just kidding, I'm a consultant hired by the police department, that's right, my specialty is sniper and firearms." Looking at the serious expressions of the profilers, Unknown said with a smile, "Sometimes in order to prevent snipers from being used as a means of terrorist attacks, I Possible sniper locations will be investigated in advance.”

Onnon Wilson looks too young to be a retired soldier. If he retired due to injury, it is not obvious that he has any mobility problems.

Without many years of military life, how did he become a sniper qualified enough to be invited by the police to cooperate?

"I like playing games, shooting games and so on," Unnamed said. "This survey is entirely of personal interest, and I hope it can help you."

He slowly let go of Rossi, and opened the buckle of the piano case with one hand.

There is indeed a disassembled sniper/shooter/gun lying in the box, not a pistol/gun or other close-range weapons.

"I didn't even pack the bullets in the box," said the twenty rounds of Magnum lying in the backpack, and carrying them with him at all unnamed moments.

Indeed, there was nothing in the box that looked like bullets, and Morgan put away the pistol/gun.At close range, a sniper/shooter/gun is not necessarily better than a crowbar, not to mention that there are no bullets.

"So can we go to investigate the scene now?" Unknown shook his handcuffed right hand, making the handcuffs jingle, "The corpse is cold."

Hotchner nodded and restarted the vehicle.

If they continue to ask questions, there will be no results. The first priority is to catch the suspect and prevent him from continuing to commit crimes.If you delay for too long and don't go to the scene of the crime, it will be disadvantageous.

The bloodstains at the scene were still very fresh. Although there were many people, there were no idlers in the booth of the flower shop, so the scene remained relatively intact.

It's actually not that complete.

Bloodstains clearly showed that a person had stood beside the victim, and there were faint footprints on the ground.

"Who was that who tried to rescue the victim?" Unnamed barely escaped the fate of being handcuffed in the car, and was watched by the detectives walking around the scene.

"It is said that he had someone call 911," Prentiss said after interviewing witnesses. "Within seconds of the murder, he tried to stop the bleeding."

"What about the others?" asked Anonymous, "You may have to arrest him."

When he said this, his expression was flat, and he didn't find the suggestion so surprising at all.

The profilers immediately reacted: the victim's blood spray shape had a large dead angle, almost a part that a person's body could block.

If the rescue had been started after the victim had begun to bleed, there would have been at least a small amount of blood on the ground, but the part that the person had blocked was clean.

It just means that the man was standing there before the victim started bleeding - he was the murderer.

"Quick, seal the venue, check everyone, separate the men from the women—the suspect is a man," Rossi immediately contacted the sheriff.

Even if all the police officers were immediately mobilized and began to surround the entire night market for vigilance, the surrounding dense alleys and complicated terrain were natural advantages for the suspect.

Got nothing.

Back at the police station, everyone was a little disappointed.The suspect slipped away right under his nose, and even the behavioral analysis team didn't feel good about it.

But this time, they realized that the suspect's behavior pattern was starting to escalate.He wasn't content to just watch the crowd's reaction on the news.

Like a drug addict, he wants more each time.He begins to need to become part of the crime scene, to participate in the reaction of the crowd.

"We are going to set a trap for the suspect," Rhett said excitedly. "A suspect like this who is eager to get satisfaction from panic and has a strong sense of mission, as long as we create a false impression, he will fall into the trap."

"Which location is most representative of his case?"

"The church, and he killed veterans, heroes of the city, and now the widow of a soldier can stand up and inspire, and prove that there is no end to hope—"

"He can't help but be there and try to finish what he didn't get done."

Unnamed once again saw that the strength of the behavior analysis team is not in force, but in their unmatched tacit understanding and analysis of the criminal's psychology.

If only they could tell themselves—

No, it's too early, it's not time yet.Wait a little longer.Unnamed warned himself, just like every time in the past with a sniper/shooter/gun in the grass, he waited for the enemy on the opposite side to stand still before shooting.

Wait a little longer.

Hotchner drew a red circle on the map, marking the location of the church.

"JJ, you should contact the family members of the victims immediately, and you must convince them to hold a memorial service tonight," he assigned the task vigorously, "Also notify the media to increase the impact of this matter as much as possible."

The faster they move, the less likely the suspect is to continue.

"Don't be like this——" Anonymous dragged his voice, but he didn't make any real resistance. He felt that the way he spoke was becoming more and more like Deadpool.

He was pushed to sit on a chair and his hands were handcuffed.No one paid any attention to him, probably because the whole group was busy making arrangements.

About half an hour later, a police officer came in from the door and placed a laptop in front of Anonymous.On the screen is a video call from an unnamed current employer.

Anonymous clicked to answer curiously.

"This is the first time we've met, Mr. Unknown," Wilson Fisk said at the end of the video.

He looked very polite, and even tried to restrain his slightly vicious aura, making him less aggressive.

"Actually, it's not the first time," Unnamed played with the handcuffs. He had seen the bald head through the [-]x mirror before, and he was very impressed.

Fisk smiled, acquiescing to the facts pointed out by Anonymous.

"But you're acting as if you're not actively performing your mission," he said. "You shouldn't be exposing yourself to these profilers at your skill level."

He condoned Unnamed using his subordinates to sneak into the police station, but it doesn't mean he didn't realize that Unknown was using the most difficult way to obtain information.

"Really? Maybe I like this kind of challenge," Unnamed said dismissively.

No, he certainly didn't enjoy the challenge.His principle of doing things is to make a quick decision, and if you can't be seen, you won't be seen.

But the skill of 'Profiling' was unlike anything he'd seen, and Unnamed thought he might need these profilers.

Bystanders clear.He wants to know what he looks like in the eyes of others.Because when he looks in the mirror now, he can hardly see himself clearly.

A profiler is a rare opportunity.

Fisk felt that Unknown needed to realize that his mission was not just a mercenary mission.

“When a submarine was hit by a torpedo/mine and the cabin was flooded, the captain had to give the order to close the hatch even though he knew his subordinates, his comrades, were still in the cabin,” he recounted. The sailor who received the order and turned the hatch had tears in his eyes, but he had to continue the action."

"He's a hero, isn't he? He saved everyone else's life."

"So, Unnamed, you're going to close that hatch now."

Unnamed listened to his reasoning, stood up casually, and shook the handcuffs that had just been pried off: "Really? But I like diving very much, and I don't really mind if the cabin is an aquarium or a goldfish tank."

Fisk didn't expect Anonymous to answer like this, and was immediately taken aback.

"Of course, if you're willing to give me enough funds, it's just a matter of closing the door." Unregistered gestured for money, with a sly gleam in his eyes.

Money is not everything, but obviously money is necessary in many cases.

He leaned down, looked directly at the camera, and closed his laptop before Fisk could reply.

After a few seconds, the unregistered cell phone rang, and he received a text message from Fisk, which was an address.It was easy to guess that this was where the Behavior Analysis team set their trap.

After all, it would have been a lot easier if Fisk had been more direct and had given him the location information from the start.

At the same time, there were eager footsteps outside the door, at least six or seven people were walking quickly.

This must be the profilers who rushed to arrest the suspect.

"Good luck," said Anonymous, who had guessed who the owner of these footsteps was, although he couldn't see the situation outside from the one-way glass, he still waved his hand vigorously, 'watching' them go out to arrest the suspect.