【R76】Pull Out the Pin

It's been a few days since that stupid kiss, and Morrison's lips are still hot, and he's always touching them with his fingers, as if to remind himself that this really happened.The kids in the office got their hands on something, they always winked at the two of them or faked coughing when they were acting together, come on, this isn't some high school.In the end Reyes was responsible for scaring them off with his poker face.

"Nobody likes demons," Morrison reminded him.

"The sparrows are so annoying," Reyes said grumpily.

Speaking of Reyes, he is still as arrogant as before, his face is cloudy and uncertain, and McCree likes to swear when he gets close to him, but since the two escaped from the gunpoint last time, Reyes' attitude towards him There have been noticeable changes: he began to assign important tasks to Morrison, let him express his views first in operational discussions, frequently invited Morrison to participate in his meetings with the sheriff and superintendent; even one day, Morrison, passing by, vaguely overhears him complimenting himself in his conversation with Winston (albeit before the "but" punctuation).It was an improvement for both of them, Morrison finally felt that Reyes was looking at him as a partner, even if his unflattering mouth and constantly frowning expression of displeasure were not at all. It can't be changed, Morrison has nothing to criticize.

Morrison is always very thorough in doing things, while Reyes still maintains a vigorous style, but lacks the exploration of details.When the office on the entire floor was dark, they only lit a small desk lamp at hand, and drew the action route on the map spread out on the table, Morrison finally knew why Winston had arranged them together— ——The value in the column of work efficiency in the personnel report is very good-looking, and they seem to be the perfect partner in the eyes of others.

"If you go on like this..." McRae stared at the commendation list of the month in the corridor, on which were the names of Reyes and Morrison, accompanied by a photo of the two people who were "kidnapped" at the time: Morrison Sen smiled awkwardly, while Reyes pursed his lips reluctantly, "The other partners are probably considering resigning."

"Pull the cigarette out, McCree." Reyes yelled, "The two of us did a good job. Morrison has more overtime work in a week than you spend in bed. I hope I can say goodbye to you lazy bastards. It’s a point of supervision.”

"Oh," McCree said, feigning surprise, "it's like my daddy crawled out of the grave. Who the hell asked you to be transferred back?"

But for the first time, Morrison discovered how... how embarrassing it was to be so close to his partner's desk.Whenever he raised his eyes, Reyes would catch his gaze with precision and quickness, while Morrison just wanted to grab the landline, or find a gel pen that could still write in the pen holder.It wasn't a guilty conscience, he told himself, he had nothing to be guilty of, it was all because he couldn't drink enough, took that stupid big risk, did a stupid thing (maybe it would cost him his life), in the gay colleague's Asked him to kiss himself in front of him, and Reyes did it.

Probably because he forgot one thing, Reyes can do anything.Damn.

Not only that, but the way he looked at Morrison was a little different: there were flames jumping in his eyes, and Morrison had never felt his eyes were so naked, and Morrison's heart was beating fast when he stared at him. It was as if someone had wound it up.Morrison thought it was the expression of the cheetah staring at its prey with great interest, appreciating the embarrassment of the trapped animal in front of it; but when he wanted to confirm it carefully, the look quickly disappeared.

What the hell was Reyes thinking?

The man was typing fiercely on his cell phone, and everyone knew that this was one of Reyes' bad habits - taking out his cell phone when he was in a bad mood.Morrison nibbled on the tip of the pen in his hand a little irritably, while staring at the person opposite.If this continues, these thoughts will affect his work sooner or later.Suddenly, Reyes groaned softly. "Are you addicted to watching?" He asked without stopping his fingers.

"Reyes, we need to talk," Morrison couldn't resist suggesting.

"Talk? Talk about what?" The other party asked back, "If you want to discuss the case in the morning, there is no need at all. We have done a very good job and have already sent the case to be closed."

"No, I..." Morrison said dryly, "I want to talk about what happened two days ago."

Reyes raised his eyebrows and stared at him again.He always does this, clinging on to people like a hawk, another bad habit.Morrison's hair was on his back when he looked at him, but he didn't know where to look properly.

"Has it affected your work and life?"

"Of course not! I just... just thought it was a little weird."

"Oh, I thought you were trying to help McCree win money." The instigator just shrugged, "The kid got 50 yuan, but he didn't even buy me a cigarette."

This time it was Morrison's turn to raise his eyebrows: "That's it?"

"However, frankly speaking, this incident has had such a great impact on you, I really feel—" Reyes pretended to straighten his collar, and stood up from his seat, "—very pleasantly surprised." Morrison, who was on the spot, cast a smirk, and then began to pack his satchel with his head down. Morrison saw that he threw two folders, a cigarette case, a mobile phone, and a small notepad into it, " But I don't want you to stay like this, the police department needs someone with a clear mind to do their job."

"I'm wide awake—where are you going?"

"Work."

"I'll go too." Morrison followed suit and stood up.

"No, I don't need you." Finally Reyes put on his hat and shook his finger, "If you really want to help me with something, just call the evidence team and urge their verification report .Also, our action proposal must be handed over to Winston today, please help me fill in the conclusion.”

"You know, I will only sign my name on the proposal!" Morrison shouted at his back, and Reyes waved his hand and said "You won't." in response.Morrison fell back to his seat, while McRae was still watching the excitement across the aisle, dazzled with the pen in his hand.

"Is everything all right, Jack?" he asked lazily.

"Not very good." Morrison said angrily, "If you don't take your foot off the table again, Winston will use an electric baton to make you feel that life is worse than death."

Morrison called the evidence team, and while he didn't like Reyes bossing him around like a superior, they really had a lot of work to do.It was rare for Reyes to leave the office without a pile of work like this, and even though he complained, Morrison believed that he had something urgent to attend to and focused on the remaining tasks himself.

Two hours later, Reyes returned in a hurry, and Morrison had just handed in the proposal to the superintendent's office.His dark-skinned partner didn't explain to him where he went on the busiest afternoon at the office.Reyes glanced at the evidence team's receipts piled up on the table, "Good job." He rarely praised, "Shall we have dinner together?"

"Eat that food truck hot dog."

"I'm leaning toward Mexican food."

"Hot dogs today, Mexican food tomorrow night."

"deal."

Morrison quickly forgot about Reyes' mysterious departure from the office until the second time they chatted casually on a rare leisurely morning about everything from childhood pranks to aldermen Politics, chitchat not nutritious but good enough to pass the time - Reyes said suddenly, "I have to go away for a while."

"Again?" Morrison threw the ball of paper at him, "Did something happen to your family?"

"No," Reyes said silently, he didn't even bother to change the subject, "There's no need to tell you."

"Does Winston know?"

"I don't care if he knows or not."

"Reyes! You can't just walk away without an explanation like this! I'll tell Winston—"

"Really, snitch." Reyes actually sneered, "Then try it."

After he disappeared beyond the door, Morrison shook his head angrily, realizing that no one but him had noticed Reyes' departure.Of course he didn't want to be a snitch, and Winston probably didn't bother with Reyes at all—sometimes he was too trusting of people brought in from headquarters.Morrison drew a circle on today's date on the calendar, marked "Gabi leaving the post" with a red pen, and then the time accurate to the minute.

Reyes didn't even say hello to Morrison when he left for the third time.Morrison accidentally noticed his back in a black coat from the small window in the bathroom, walked towards his scooter, and turned the lock.He didn't choose the police car to explain that it wasn't business. Morrison hesitated for a second before rushing out of the bathroom. He grabbed his coat and ran all the way down the stairs, jumping into his car before Reyes' Buick disappeared around the corner.

He wanted to see what Reyes was up to.

Morrison had never done well in his stalking class, and even Reyes had to criticize him for his clumsiness on stalking missions.But now he didn't care about that much. In order not to let Reyes' car out of sight, he stepped up the accelerator to overtake several buses, and finally followed behind with a distance of four or five parking spaces.Reyes wasn't hiding or just taking the side roads, he kept his speed steady as usual and didn't panic so Morrison didn't have to bother to keep an eye on him.After a few 10-minute drive, Reyes' car stopped in front of a private furniture store; he closed the windows, locked the car, and crossed the crosswalk to push open the glass door of the furniture store. The wind chimes hanging on the porch jingle jingle Straight ring.Morrison could only see a blurry figure moving across the frosted glass, and it seemed that today's tracking could only end here.He drove back to the police station. Lena's team had just intercepted a drug trafficking case. The room was full of gangsters waiting to be registered. Taking advantage of the chaos, Morrison slipped back to his seat.

About an hour later, Reyes also came back.He frowned as soon as he stepped through the door: "God, is there any street party here?"

"Are you still not going to tell me where you've been?" Morrison asked while helping Lena sort out the files on the computer.Reyes gave him a strange look, and he guessed that the other person's brain was whirling, thinking about whether to reveal something to him.

"It has nothing to do with you." In the end, Reyes chose not to talk about it.Morrison scolded him mentally.

"If it's a work matter, you can—"

"It has nothing to do with your work." Reyes interrupted him relentlessly, "Can you stop holding on to this?"

"No!" Morrison yelled, he could feel all the eyes on him, including those still in handcuffs, so he took a few steps forward, gnashing his teeth in Reyes' ear: "This matter must not be left alone, I hope you still have a little respect for your partner, instead of hiding it from me until the end, leaving me here and letting me wipe your ass for your mission—"

Reyes grabs him by the wrist as he turns away in a rage, and Morrison stares at where their skin touches like he's seen a ghost. "Let go of me."

"Would you like a drink?" There was no joke in his invitation for the first time, "You need to take a break."

"Will you tell me what I want to know?"

There was a second pause. "Won't."

"Then get out - let go!" Morrison squeezed the words through his teeth, and then he tried to break free a few times, unexpectedly, Reyes' broad palm usurped his wrist tightly, "I warn you--"

"Why are you so persistent?" Reyes asked.

"Why don't you talk about it?" Morrison asked. "I have to suspect that you are doing something invisible. No one wants to suspect you, you know."

"You doubt me?"

"from now on."

Reyes let him go, and Morrison staggered from the sudden release. "I advise you not to interfere in this matter. I did this to protect you."

"I don't really like that line." Morrison sneered at him, shaking his sore wrist.

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In the next two weeks, Reyes left three more times. Morrison used a notebook to record all the places he visited. In addition to the location and time, he also recorded the license plate numbers he saw and once Reyes The flight number at the time of pick-up.The clues were stacked together more like a tangled ball of yarn, and he needed a little help to untangle it.

Morrison looked down at the circles on the calendar in his notebook, and the ink dots all over the paper that had been scratched by the tip of his pen because of his irritation.He tore out the page of clues from his notebook and used yellow marker to highlight all the license plates and locations involved.He went downstairs to buy the most popular handmade pizza in the neighborhood, and then knocked on the door of Torbjörn Lindholm's office.

Torbjörn is a hearty Swede, who belongs to the older generation of police officers like Reinhardt, and is now transferred to the investigation team to be in charge of information management.When Morrison first stepped into the police station, he was an intern in the detective team for a while, and they both liked each other's style of doing things.Morrison is not willing to trouble others because of personal matters, but this time, Torbjörn is the only person he can give hope to.

"Check these?" Torbion glanced at the list, "Is this the most recent task?"

"Not really." Morrison said perfunctorily, "it's very important to me...it also affects my work." These are the truth.

"Hmph," Tobjang shifted his gaze to the steaming pizza, "You really know how to catch people's weaknesses. I'm starving, hungry and tired now. But I'll just eat your way." He unceremoniously reached out and grabbed a piece, "I can only search for you in the system, and I will notify you if there are any clues."

"Thanks man." Morrison patted him on the shoulder.

"Jack, I can't guarantee that there will really be good news waiting for you," Torbjorn called him before he left, "and if this involves some sensitive issues—"

"I'll let you know when I figure it out." Morrison smiled apologetically and added, "Thank you."

The days still passed quickly, and the calendar was torn page after page. The day before, Hana was a kid who had just come in for an internship.After Reyes was transferred, the bureau obviously put more burdens on the two of them, and his partner disappeared without a trace from time to time. Morrison was so busy that he handed over the collected clues to Afterwards, Torbjörn devoted himself to his work. The caffeine he hated became a necessity, and he could only have a casual bite of dinner at a nearby small restaurant. His body consumed too much calories from junk food.When these few days pass, the first thing he will do is to go to the gym and fill up his membership card.

On this day, he was still dealing with the paperwork in front of him, entering into the system according to the paper documents at hand.He didn't even notice the sound as Reyes strode in until his partner walked right up to him and tapped him on the shoulder.

"I'm busy." Morrison shook his head and slapped the hand off his shoulder.

Reyes said nothing. He snatched the paper from Morrison's hand and dropped them on the desk, knocking Morrison's pen holder down.Morrison stood up in disbelief:

"What's wrong with you?"

"Jack." Reyes put his palms around his shoulders to hold him in place, which seemed comical because they were about the same height. "We need to talk."

"Finally?" Morrison crossed his arms.

"Are you following me?"

"what?"

"Don't play dumb with me," Reyes said impatiently, "and never mind how I know. I told you to stay out of my business."

"I also made it clear that I will never let you go like this."

Reyes took a deep breath. Morrison knew he was having a violent psychological struggle, but he didn't want to pity him at all.

"I know you've been mad at me, you hate my style, you hate my attitude, and you resent me for always leaving. Yes, thank you for your innocent face, I see it all Come out."

"In this case, I also hope that you can be honest with me." Morrison said without showing weakness.

"Do you think I really hate you that much, Morrison? From the first moment I saw your resume, I was convinced that you are a malleable talent. If I can't treat you like a strict teacher, where are you going to improve?" ? You should thank me."

"Thank you for what? Thank you for pushing your partner into following you?"

"Although I didn't expect you to take me seriously," Reyes dawdled distractedly, "it turns out you're a complete and complete idiot."

Morrison suddenly felt that the collar of his shirt was so tight that he wanted to hang himself.At six o'clock in the afternoon, they were still stuck in the office, Winston was working overtime in his private room, Lena was still helping Hana sort out the clues she got from her first mission, and the secretary of the police station, Setya, was carrying the newly ordered The good takeaway came back and prepared to continue fighting; there was still a lot of noise in his ears, he was still immersed in his work 5 minutes ago, and now the two of them are scolding each other for being idiots face to face.ridiculous.

Morrison's cell phone rang with a text message.I found something for you - Torbjörn. "Yeah, I'm a terribly stupid ass," his hands were shaking violently, "I have no idea what you're thinking."

"I like you, Morrison, you're so—there seems to be a muscle missing in your little head." Reyes spoke quickly, and then answered two sentences in Spanish he couldn't understand, "Are you The most potential man in this office, you saved my life - you shocked me. Damn Sun, you are a damn Sun, everyone is attracted to you. Damn."

Reyes bit down on the words, like chewing on the fuse of a bomb.Morrison stood there numbly, looking at the other's lips. "We are partners." With a trembling palm, another text message: God, you didn't tell me!You owe me a drink - Torbjorn.

Reyes said: "Just because we're partners, the only thing I want is your trust in me. I'm sorry there are some things I can't tell you."

Morrison stared down at the screen, his eyes ached, his pupils seemed out of focus, and the words on the screen blurred into glaring blobs.These are all strongholds of Talon's clandestine operations, which we only briefly scouted a few years ago, but were never identified.You're going to have Talon's special ops team too?That's a good thing, we're at least making progress. – Torbjörn

"Trust," Morrison murmured. "Have you got anything to do with Talon, Reyes?"

Reyes took a step back, knocking over his swivel chair; the rare soft lines on his face disappeared in an instant.Morrison watched as shock, doubt, hesitation, and anger flashed across his face, and finally he returned to the familiar Reyes, the cold Reyes.

"No." He replied curtly.

"Liar," Morrison said.

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Winston told him that Reyes had taken a week off work.Morrison was silent for two seconds, but still chose to leave with a nod.

He had a rough weekend.Torbjörn met with him once, and gave him all the things found by those clues: most of the places that Reyes frequented were the bases of Talon in the previous files; The plane belonged to Emily Lacovar, a suspected leader of Talon, but there was no evidence to apprehend her; several license plates were also photographed and recorded during the investigation.Morrison heard a few words from Anna again, Talon returned to New York, and this cancer was about to spread its shadow throughout the underground of New York.When they reorganized, there was no pressure from the police station, and nine out of ten it was because of the internal response of the police——

Deep down, Morrison refused to believe that the source was Reyes.

He read the collected clues over and over again, kept flipping through the text messages and Skype records between himself and Reyes, vaguely hoping to find some clues to convince himself that Reyes had nothing to do with Talon, but Everything he could talk about pointed to the fact that Reyes was an insider.Thinking of every time he brushed aside some cases, kept silent on some clues, deliberately dragged the topic, the report was written vaguely... Morrison threw his phone on the wall and fell into the futon.

Just when Morrison was really about to believe that Reyes had a crush on him, Talon poured a bucket of ice water over the top of his head, drenching him thoroughly.See the facts, Jack Morrison.

The first two days when Reyes was out of the office gave Morrison a valuable buffer.He tried his best to do the job at hand well, but he always stared at the nameplate on his partner's table in a daze.He thought about talking to Winston, the only thing I want is your trust in me, Reyes' request threw him into confusion, what should he do?

Fuck Reyes.It was two days after Morrison found himself spending most of his time thinking about Reyes.He came home from overtime work at the police station with dark circles under his eyes and messy hair, and he fell into bed and planned to sleep until 70 years later.The first time the phone rang, he fumbled to turn it off without hesitation, but then it rang a second, a third time.

"Fuck." Morrison fumbled his face with the palm of his hand, turned to grab the phone, and realized that it was daylight; the caller ID was McCree's name.

"If I said I wanted to take a day off today—"

"Go fuck off, Jack," McCrae said breathlessly, sounding like he was running down the corridor. "There was a shooting at a freight forwarding company, and now there are hostages in there."

Morrison was so sleepy that he threw himself on the table and jotted down the address on a sticky note. "I'll be right there."

"Can you get Reyes? Tell him to come quickly."

"I don't know—not sure, I'll try."

"You two..." McCree asked hesitantly, "Did something happen?"

"This isn't the time to talk about it, Jesse. See you later."

Morrison hung up the phone, hurriedly put on his clothes, and washed his face with cold water indiscriminately.He took a deep breath at himself in the mirror, and the person through the glass looked terrible, his eyes were red from sleepiness, and there was a new stubble growing on the corner of his mouth.He briefly shaved himself, and tentatively dialed Reyes once, and was sent directly to voicemail.As expected.Morrison readied his gun, put on his jacket, and went downstairs at once.

His apartment was closer to the scene of the crime than the police station. When Morrison drove there, there were only a few security personnel barely maintaining order around him.He squeezed through the crowd of onlookers outside the yellow line, flashed his police badge, and immediately a tired-looking officer in charge took him in.

"The police are here," he muttered. "We're totally shorthanded. Why, just you?"

"They're still on their way." Morrison followed him to the glass door below the office building. "Why are they attacking the freight forwarding company?"

"Unsolved mysteries. Do you want to go up and see?"

"Which floor is the company on?"

"Sixth floor. There were two gunshots 15 minutes ago. There are two escaped employees here, and the others have not yet come out."

"Has the criminal asked to negotiate?"

"No."

"Okay." Morrison looked up at the office building. On the surface, the sixth floor is no different from other floors: the reflective glass wall reflects the dazzling light spots formed by several streets, "wait for my colleague Come here and let them talk to those who escaped. Turn off the elevator and alarm equipment, block all the stairways on the first floor, and keep an eye on the surveillance. Do you know the emergency exit of this building?"

"I don't know exactly. We have already contacted the architect and they will send someone over."

"Very good," Morrison nodded encouragingly, "Time is limited, I'll go up first."

If Winston were here, he might not agree with Morrison's action alone, but everyone knows what the two gunshots mean-the robbers are not afraid of the shooting to attract the police, maybe they are well-trained, advance and retreat Zi Li, such bold robbers are also ruthless towards the hostages, they don't mind killing a few innocent people.

He climbed up from the first floor without any hindrance.The security door on the sixth floor was closed. He pushed it a few times, and finally opened it with a loud noise.Fortunately, the stairwell was some distance away from the office area, and Morrison estimated that the sound of his opening the door would not be heard very far.He is now standing in a long corridor, the passenger elevator is on the left, and the indicator light is off, it seems that the security personnel have done what he asked; he tried to walk, and the sound of his leather shoes hitting the ground was surprisingly loud , he could only squat down to take off his leather shoes and walk with only socks on.

Morrison heard voices after passing several separate small offices.He walked slowly against the wall so as not to be exposed to the robbers' sight.He remembered that the last time he performed an infiltration mission like this, he was with Reyes, but now he was alone.Morrison took a deep breath, clenched the handle of the gun, and ensured that all his nerves were mobilized. In an emergency, he could accurately send the bullet into the robber's chest.

Finally, he saw the hostages—several employees of the freight forwarding company squatting on the ground with their heads in their hands, looking panicked.Through the glass doors of his office, Morrison could make out that everyone was still alive, and he was relieved to see no victims or corpses lying convulsively on the ground.He bent down, letting a piece of frosted glass on the glass door cover his figure.The hostages were pointed at guns by several robbers standing in the middle, and this group of robbers-they all wore bone masks.Everyone who graduated from the police academy knows that the bone mask is the hallmark of Talon.Near the window, he saw a masked Talon threatening an employee to operate a computer.

So they're dealing with Talon, not some gang of idiots popping up to rob.Morrison didn't know whether he should feel panic or anger, and what surprised him was that the robber was very calm and didn't seem to worry about being surrounded by the police.

He made his way to the second office, the last one in the corridor.Four or five hostages were squatting on the ground. Judging from their uniforms, they seemed to be senior officials of the company.Only one Talon was watching them from the room. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with dark skin on the nape of his neck. He was wearing a light blue shirt similar in color to Morrison's. He was standing in the middle of the room and yelling at the hostages. , a girl was so frightened that she began to sob.Morrison weighed the gun in his hand, and there is still a chance to gain the upper hand in the fight with a black claw; if it goes well, he can also rescue the hostages in the room first, and then Winston and other policemen It will almost agree.

He took three deep breaths—the way Ana taught him to beat back nervousness—and dodged in, aiming the gun at the Talon's back, slightly to the left, and if anything happened, his bullets would mercilessly go through. Through the heart of the enemy. "NYPD, put down your weapons now!"

The man in the mask froze for a moment, but did not turn around in a hurry, or throw away the pistol obediently.Morrison took two steps forward, trying to grab him by the collar and subdue him.Before he stretched out his left hand, Black Claw spoke:

"police?"

His voice was terribly low, with a stifling familiarity in his tone, and the scream was stuck in Morrison's throat, tearing at his throat; cold fear had crept up the back of his neck.He stumbled backwards, hitting the glass door.

The Talon slowly turned around and took off the mask on his face.The face that was revealed was Gabriel Reyes, his partner.

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"Officer, save us!" a hostage shouted joyfully.

Morrison's heart had never been beating so fast, and every beat was deafening, his eardrums were swollen badly, and the old injury on the back of his head burst into pain again.He could hear his breathing getting more and more rapid as his brain struggled to tell his body what to do...or not to do.

Reyes stared at him like a beast, but a beast in utter shock, his fangs hidden in astonishment—he lowered the arm that held the gun, so Morrison decided He raised his arm again and aimed the gun at him.

"What are you doing here?" Reyes finally spit out a few words.

"What are you doing here?" Morrison asked rhetorically, trying not to make his trembling legs look so obvious, "Oh, yes, I see, thank you for being honest, I already know that every time you leave What are you going to do?"

"Put the gun down, Jack."

"Don't call me that. I'll arrest you."

Reyes said angrily, "For God's sake, keep your voice down..."

"You're still wearing our uniform and you're pointing a gun at civilians. What the hell are you doing, Reyes?" Morrison was shaking, he couldn't hold the gun steady, he was ashamed of himself—just Facing his former partner, his determination was about to crumble, "I saved you, now look what I saved? A black claw!"

Reyes' face darkened, his gaze became dangerous.Before Morrison could react, Reyes stepped forward and hit Morrison hard on the back of the hand, and his gun was easily handed over.The Latino grabbed both of his wrists surprisingly quickly, and with just one snap, he controlled Morrison's arms and his entire center of gravity.The hostages start screaming in panic, and Reyes roars at them like a lion, causing them to fall silent.

"I'm really worried that the gun will go off when you look like this," he said coldly. "Why haven't you improved after so long. Get out of here, hurry up."

"You're Talon! Damn it, Reyes!" Morrison raised his voice, "I thought... I thought you were a good cop, you were my partner, Winston respected you, Anna respected you You, me too!"

Suddenly, time froze, and everyone shut their mouths tightly—the shadow of a tall woman appeared on the other side of the frosted glass:

"Is everything all right, Reyes?"

Reyes glanced down at the stiff Morrison, signaling him to keep quiet. "Everything is fine, Emily, it's just that a few people have been too loud and I've taught them how to shut up."

"I'm going to check it out," the woman said.The sound of high-heeled shoes came from the outside, becoming more and more clear.

"Coincidentally, I have something to say too," Reyes responded loudly.He took a quick look around the room before ordering a hostage of Morrison's build, "Take off your coat, quick." Then he turned to Morrison, "And you, take off your uniform. "

"I--"

"You don't have a choice," Reyes said, yanking off Morrison's police jacket roughly, unfastening his badge and gun stock from his waistband, and stuffing them into an open cabinet.He tossed the jacket he had stripped off the hostages to Morrison. "Put it on and squat here with them."

When the woman pushed open the door, Morrison narrowly sneaked into the hostage, and couldn't help but widen his eyes when he saw her face clearly—she had a dark complexion, but she had the facial features and face of a Caucasian; she had a long ponytail , tied up with a few rubber bands.One look at Morrison and he knew who she was—Emily Lacroix, Torbjorn had given him a picture of Lacroix a few years ago, before her hair was as long, but that face See it once and no one will forget it.

Lacroix glanced over them sharply. "Why do I feel that it's a bit different here." She looked at Morrison carefully, her attention stayed on his ill-fitting coat for a while, and finally let him go.

"What do you want to tell me?" she asked Reyes.

"I charge