Jedi Seeking Pot [Comprehensive British and American]

By the way, Anonymous also silently wished himself good luck, and took the piano case handed over by the policeman.

Wilson Fisk obviously has no intention of settling accounts with him for the time being, and still maintains a cooperative relationship.

Walking to the map of the conference room, Anonymous searched around the edge of the location marked by Hotchner: the Hilton Hotel.

It's a tall enough building to have absolutely unobstructed views of the church and nearby parking lot.Anonymous Thanks to capitalism from the bottom of my heart at this time.

It might seem disrespectful to build a hotel building taller than a church, but it's made a lot easier for the unnamed.

He has always preferred motorcycles. Although there is a danger of overturning in the mountains, the speed is fast enough.

For example, in the case of ignoring the traffic rules, reach the destination within 10 minutes.

An anonymous sitting on the seventeenth floor of the hotel, private room 1721.He sat in the shadows with the lights off, assembling parts in the dim light of the window.

The piano case was opened and placed on the bed, and the pure black painted AWM only had a little reflection at the mouth of the barrel.

A sniper gun was set up on the table by the window, and the muzzle of the gun was facing the arresting scene.A pulser has been installed on the window frame, which can shatter the entire window glass into pieces in an instant-at a distance of more than 1500 meters, a piece of glass will seriously affect the ballistic accuracy.

Anonymous Feeling so good, he got down on one knee and looked into the distance through the [-]x mirror.The suspect quickly appeared in sight, along with a behavioral analysis team dealing with the suspect.

His crosshair moved from one forehead to another, as if he enjoyed aiming.

The chase over there had reached a feverish stage, and Reid was sticking to a car as a cover, not noticing the quietly approaching footsteps behind him.

The suspect's knife flashed in the faint moonlight, and the unnamed crosshair moved to a position a few meters in front of his head, exactly a few inches of air on Dr. Rhett's shoulder.If Rhett moved back a step at this time, he would be the one who was shot.

Unnamed finally adjusted the front sight, pressed the button of the pulsator, and the glass shattered in an instant, making way for the ballistic trajectory.

Before anyone could realize what the sound of shattering glass meant, Anonymous pulled the trigger.

The bullet accelerates along the helical line in the barrel and exits the barrel at a speed of 914 meters per second.

Expected to hit the target after 1.67 seconds.

In the field of view of the magnifying glass, everything seems to be slowed down.At the moment when Dr. Reid felt something was wrong and turned around and saw the knife in the suspect's hand, the Magnum bullet pierced the suspect's head.

The blood directly soaked half of Reid's clothes, and the blood beads hung on the waterproof bulletproof vest, leaving disgusting tiny blood stains.

It was difficult for Rhett to react at once, he didn't actually have time to hear any sound: it is difficult for humans to catch the sound of bullets with such a fast speed.

However, he really felt that he heard the sound of the bullet piercing through the air, so that the nightmarish echo still remained on the eardrum, or inside the auditory nerve, and refused to dissipate for a long time.

The anxious voices of Morgan rushing this way and Hotchner calling for an ambulance are far away, like a glass wall separated by 50 meters.He could only see the mess of flesh and blood in front of him.

The powerful sniper bullets completely destroyed the suspect's skull.

Rhett had seen many corpses in more miserable shapes than this one, but it was obviously incomparable to a person being headshot directly in front of him.

If he took another step back, what fell on the ground would not be the lifeless corpse of the suspect, but himself——

Morgan pulled Red away from the body and helped him wipe the blood off his face.

Unnamed didn't take a closer look at the situation after that, and started to disassemble the AWM parts.

In the distance, the siren of an ambulance joined the chaotic scene.

Anonymous returned to the police station before everyone else, sat back in his interrogation room, cuffed his handcuffs back obediently, and folded his hands on the table, looking very obedient.

But he didn't even try to hide the fact that he used a sniper/shooter/gun. The disassembled gun body has completely cooled down, and the gunpowder residue cannot be faked.

He opened the piano case without writing his name, put it on the table, and then took out the parts one by one to wipe.The chain length of the handcuffs greatly limited his range of motion.

A little bit of black gun oil was stained on the chain, and Anonymous also carefully wiped the handcuffs clean with a white cloth.

This kind of boring action just happened to help him distract.

He wiped the last part clean and put it back into the piano case, when he heard hurried footsteps coming from the door, it sounded like the people walking were very angry.

"Wilson," Hotchner and Morgan almost broke in, "you should explain to us what you did just now."

They saw the neat AWM on the table, and without asking, they confirmed that the sniper was indeed Unknown.

"This is a small gift for Dr. Rhett," Unnamed smiled and held up the Magnum shell in his hand, the brass-colored metal reflected warm light under the light, "I'm very sorry that he witnessed this. "

Having blood splattered all over your face isn't good, Unknown guesses that's why the profilers are so furious.

"I recommend L'Oreal Paris facial cleanser." Unnamed blinked his eyes, sincerely hoping that this kind reminder would make them less nervous. "Moisturizing?"

That's okay.

Morgan suddenly felt that his anger had been a mistake.

"Who the hell are you?" Hotchner felt that he had seen the chaotic situation in Hell's Kitchen that the Nightmare had warned about.

The police station is obviously full of someone's spies and minions, so that Unnamed can go out and snipe someone without alarming anyone, and come back before them.

"I'm just a small character," Unknown said with a smile. "On the contrary, you are more interesting to me. Your profile is impressive."

The suspect's psychology is so accurately portrayed that he can control his next move.Anonymous marveled at their ability.

"How long do you want me to sit here?" Unknown can see that these agents have no intention of continuing to chat, "Actually, you know that my sniping is in an emergency."

After being told the purpose of their visit by Anonymous, Morgan put down seven parts of his disguise and three parts of his real anger, and strode over to help him uncuff him.

At least from the perspective of documents, Unnamed's operation this time is completely legal. It can only be said that Fisk is indeed supernatural, and within a short period of time, he has applied for a certificate for Unnamed to cooperate with the police station.

"Come with us," Hotchner led Anonymous out of the interrogation room. They had no reason to arrest Anonymous.

"In fact, we have to thank you," said David Rossi, "for saving Rhett's life."

"It's okay, by the way. By the way, how many years does it take to study criminal psychology?" The anonymous replied honestly, without any intention of taking credit for this.He patted Rossi on the shoulder, "I'm thinking about going to a senior college."

Profiling is an interesting skill, but it is also very attractive to Anonymous itself.

It depends on your IQ.

Of course, David Rossi didn't say this out loud, but he felt that if Unknown, who didn't have the skill of "eye-catching" at all, if he studied criminal psychology, he might not be able to graduate.

They walked all the way to the lounge where Dr. Rhett was sitting. Rhett was sitting in an armchair. He had changed his clothes and could not tell that he was covered in blood just half an hour ago.

The lounge was much more comfortable than the interrogation room. Anonymous lay down on a certain sofa, looked at Reid sitting in the armchair opposite, and waited for him to speak first.

"I want to have a private chat with Mr. Wilson—On Nuoen," Rhett caught the indescribable expression of the unnamed, and changed his words obediently.

Morgan was not too relieved to leave Rhett alone with Unknown, but dissuading him had no effect.

Rhett seemed pretty sure that Anonymous wouldn't do anything to him.

So the other team members decided to leave temporarily.

"First of all, I guess, I have to thank you for saving my life," said Reed, who had recovered from the state of shock, and the blood wasn't really a psychological trauma to him.

As a professionally trained FBI agent, although his combat training is not particularly strong, his psychological quality is definitely first-class.

If there hadn't been the unnamed shot at that time, it must have been me who was bleeding heavily from the artery.

"You're a sniper," Reid said, looking at the unnamed person. "You have no reason to appear in front of us and show so many flaws."

"That's right," Unregistered smiled. He leaned on the sofa, raised his hand to cover the too harsh light, and looked at the ceiling through his fingers, "You won't even know that I exist, the sniper is so perfect career."

Maybe at that time, they will really give Unknown a code name, called 'Unknown Sniper' or something, that would be too ironic a coincidence.

Red is still scrutinizing the unnamed pattern of behavior, which appears to be casual but terrifyingly aggressive.Compared with soldiers who are extremely vigilant, Unnamed doesn't have the seriousness of long-term obedience to discipline.

Struggling on the line of life and death for a long time, with superb fighting skills, but not disciplined, what is unnamed?

Rhett seemed to have a clue.

"Actually, I did this," allowing Rhett to observe for a few minutes, and the unnamed turned from leaning on the back of the sofa to leaning forward, staring into Rhett's eyes, "I hope you can help me busy."

"Your profiling skills are very strong, can you do a profiling for me?"

Profile who?Rhett felt that when a person like Unknown met a serial killer or something, shouldn't the first reaction be to blow the opponent's head off?

The author has something to say: The agreed double update is here.

Baby walker [pseudo] will drop on time in chapter 50

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