CM The future I see without you

Jacques moved his right shoulder blade uncomfortably, and after listening to the narration of Cyrus Michael, the head of the CIA, he said, "You just want me to find the missing depleted uranium bomb?"

"Agent Sauniere..."

"I said, you can call me Jacques."

"Well, Jacques," Cyrus said, "depleted uranium bombs have been controversial since our country signed the Biological Weapons Treaty in 1972, and if we let the outside world know that we are still using this weapon, public opinion will be against the president and the president. Our country's diplomacy..."

"But these are not within my jurisdiction." Jacques frowned and interrupted him, saying, "I'm going to that village to have a look, and, who knows what's going on there?"

"Do you mean alive or dead?" Cyrus asked.

"All."

Cyrus nodded understandingly, and said, "We will give you the list in 10 minutes. If you want to go to that village, you can go anytime."

Jacques nodded, he stood up, put on his military cap, and walked out of the tent.Since the wound was treated last night, like Cohen, he changed into an unmarked military uniform and put on sunglasses to cover his blue eyes.

"Jacques?" Cohen asked when he came out.

"I'll go to that village to have a look." Jacques said lightly, "I don't know what's going on there, maybe a depleted uranium bomb has exploded, we can't rule out any possibility, you, you..." He squinted his eyes and thought for a while, then said: " Later, the people from Cyrus will give you a list, first check the identities and backgrounds of the people on it, and I will talk about the details when I come back."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

Jacques watched her going away, and after a while, a gray black off-road vehicle stopped in front of him, the driver's window was rolled down, and a soldier with beard gave him a loose military salute.

Jacques climbed up, closed the door with a "bang", and skillfully pulled out a set of white chemical protective clothing from under the car seat, and put it on with a rustle.

Once dressed, the village arrived.

A yellow warning line was hung up far outside, and two or three soldiers stood guard. Jacques gestured to the ID that Cohen gave him yesterday, and walked in with the camera.

Although the corpses inside have been cleaned up, blood splatters can still be clearly seen on the walls of the street, some stone slabs are even crowded with black and black flies, and three or two crows are parked on the dry branches, screaming miserably. with.

When Jacques came to the courtyard where the depleted uranium bombs were piled up, the door lock was kicked neatly, which was nothing. This kind of wooden door was originally a decoration, but the visitors were able to accurately bypass the soldiers stationed around and not far away. It's a little strange that the sniper came to the storage room unimpeded all the way. Jacques squatted down, carefully looked at the black blood and the bullet casings scattered in the grass, stood up again, approached the storage room, step by step, went around again and again, and waited until the sun was about to set, and then slowly out the door.

He walked along the two clear ruts at the door, and when he reached the place where it disappeared, he realized that he had returned to the original point.

It was completely dark when Jacques returned to the base, and Cohen had already sorted out the information of everyone on the list and put it on the table. Jacques took off his protective clothing and heaved a sigh of relief. His hair had long been wet with sweat, sticky and coiled on his cheeks, and the gauze on his forehead was soaked with sweat, revealing a light pink color after blood dilution.

Jacques didn't have time to change the gauze, so he sat down at the computer desk and quickly flipped through the information given by Cohen.

Cohen put a cup of coffee in front of him and said, "If you don't want to eat, why don't you drink something?"

"I don't drink coffee...forget it," Jacques took a sip with a wrinkled face, and then said, "Add more sugar for me, thank you."

"Ok."

"Wait," Jacques stopped her suddenly, and said, "This person's record says that she was officially declared dead in March of the previous year. Why is it still in a pile of living people's files?"

"Ten days ago, there was a special operation here, and Jessie was rescued." Cohen replied.

Jacques looked at her thoughtfully with an unbearable look on her face, and asked, "Jessie? Do you know her?"

Cohen nodded hesitantly, and said, "Everyone here knows. Besides, I met her on the way to meet the CIA group. She, she..."

"Where is she? Can I see her?"

"You doubt her?"

"It's hard to say." Jacques nodded and said, "The timing is too coincidental."

Cohen thought for a while and said, "But I heard that she failed to commit suicide the night before yesterday, and she is still in the hospital, but she may be sent back to China tomorrow."

Jacques raised his eyebrows, and looked at her questioningly, Cohen nodded affirmatively.

Jacques put down the documents he had finished reading, walked out quickly, and said to Cohen who was following him, "Send them back to China? Are these people crazy?"

"Where are you going?" Cohen hurriedly followed.

Jacques said without looking back, "Go find Cyrus."

**

Facts have proved that the CIA group can be a little more stupid, and Jacques finally understands why his colleagues in the FBI think of them so unhappy.

"Just to create a hero, are you going to send a soldier who may be instigated by a terrorist organization back to China?" Jacques couldn't help but cursed, "Have you done a psychological test on her? Do you know that the captured two Did those people say anything to her in those years?!"

"Detective, calm down!" Cyrus reprimanded displeased, "Tomorrow morning newspapers across the United States will be headlined with her picture, and the President has even written a letter of praise for her, our heroine who came back from the dead! Everyone can be held responsible for this accident, except her!"

"Accident?" Jacques looked at the righteous CIA agent in disbelief and said, "36 people have died, and 911 depleted uranium bombs have not been found yet. You call this an 'accident'? Are you crazy? Right?! If these things appear in the United States, it will be a disaster! A disaster comparable to '[-]'!"

After hearing this, Cyrus glanced at the faint blood stain on Jacques' right shoulder, and fell silent again.He sat on the black leather chair, looked at the dust flying in the sky outside the window for a long time, and said wearily: "Your mission is to find those things, and give me the list, and you don't need to worry about the rest."

Jacques seemed to understand what he meant, and said: "I will find the things, give me another hour, and I will give you the list and the things together."

"Then you have to hurry up." Cyrus said, looking out the window, "The plane that picks her up is 45 minutes away."

Jacques hummed, turned and walked out the door.

**

The treatment of the heroine seems to be better than ordinary people, a single room, and a solo guard. Jacques lifted the heavy curtains, and the base's harsh searchlight instantly illuminated the entire room. The female soldier lying on the bed groaned in pain, and slowly opened her eyes.

"Jessie Johnson?" Jacques asked softly.

The soldier didn't answer. The harsh light made her frown and blinked. After a while, she finally saw the man standing at the window with his back to the light.

Jacques looked at her face of resistance and silence, smiled softly, walked slowly to her bed, lifted a corner of the quilt, revealing her wrists tied with thick gauze.The doctor outside said that Jessie had no sharp weapons around after she was rescued. In order to commit suicide, she bit the blood vessels on her wrist alive, and the bones exposed in the air could almost be seen.

Jacques said: "Yesterday's bomb, was it aimed at you?"

Jessie was still unresponsive, lying on the bed like a cold corpse.

Jacques sat on the chair beside her bed, bent down, looked at her quietly for a while, and then said: "If they don't need you anymore and want to kill you, well, they probably got rid of you in the first place." Something used to threaten you."

The soldier finally had a reaction. She turned her head slightly, fixed her eyes on Jacques, and said, "Do you think I don't know?"

Her voice was hoarse, and her tone was flat, as if she was talking about other people's affairs, but Jacques heard it with strong despair and sadness.He paused and asked softly, "Is it your child?"

Jessie stopped talking again, she looked at the ceiling full of cobwebs, her eyes were bloodshot, but there was no tear.After a long time, Jacques thought she would never speak again, but Jessie moved her lips, looked at the gray sky in the corner of the glass window behind Jacques, and said, "I have no children."

She seems to be very used to this kind of narration, and she continued as if reading a perfect speech, from being hijacked to the death of her comrades in arms one by one, from resisting to the death to the arrival of rescue, full of emotions and vivid sentences, every pause Every choke can trigger deep sadness and anger in the listener.

As Cyrus said, she's a perfect hero.

JAcques listened to her tell the whole story, and suddenly asked, "What were you doing when they came to save you?"

Jessie froze for a moment, she thought about it, and repeated what she had just said: "I, I'm doing laundry, and I have to do all the housework before they come back..."

Jacques asked: "Then the rescue team rushed in, and then what?"

Jessie breathed a sigh of relief and said: "They told me my name and the unit I belonged to, so I knew they were the ones who came to rescue me. The leader told me not to be afraid. He protected me and killed the pursuers. People who came here, four bullets, four people, I..."

"And what about your child?"

"What?" Jessie froze for a moment, then immediately changed her expression, like an innocent and sad victim, choked up and said, "I, I have no children, I know I can't keep their children, I even Jumped from the third floor and broke my right leg..."

Jacques took a deep look at her, nodded, and after a long time, he said, "Jessie, you don't have to tell me this, there are no monitors here. I know what happened, and I can understand your pain."

The soldier glanced at him vigilantly, with a dim light in his eyes, she slowly shook her head and said, "No, you don't know."

Jacques said: "They abandoned you, didn't they? When they found out that you were captured, your superiors didn't immediately decide to save you..."

"Stop talking!" Jessie suddenly roared, the whole iron bed was shaking, Jacques looked at her quietly, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, the soldier's eyes finally had light, it was burning anger.

"You don't know, you don't know anything at all!" Jessie said through gritted teeth, "I have been working hard for this country all my life. I have dedicated my youth, my family, and even my life! But she What did you do to me? Throw us away like a piece of trash when I needed her most!"

After finishing speaking, it was like a child who had suffered all kinds of grievances, weeping alone, with a beast-like roar suppressed in his throat.

"But even so, you didn't choose to betray, did you?" Jacques said softly.Those aliens who covered their faces with white cloth imprisoned her for two full years, and then forced her to kill one after another unformed fetus in her womb.The child left alone in the end was only used as a dispensable threat.

The loyal soldier didn't choose to betray her country, she just made the choice everyone expected her to make.

He stretched out his hand and gently wiped away the tears on the female soldier's face. Jessie's expression became as numb as when they first met, her eyes were dull, as if the outbreak just now was just a fantasy in Jacques's own mind, and she cut off the tears by herself. Instead of contacting the outside world, he became the favorite political doll of politicians.

Jacques finally got the truth he wanted, but his heart was empty and uncomfortable.He rubbed his eyes, and amidst Jessie's low sobs, he saw a girl with a small croissant braid running towards the sunflowers all over the mountains and plains with a smile in the golden sunshine.He put down his hands, and the sad eyes of the soldiers were still in front of him.

This is real, and real is painful.

He stood up, carefully covered the soldier with the quilt, and said, "I see, sorry to bother you."

The door opened with a "squeak", and Cohen, who was waiting outside, hurried forward. Seeing the heavy face on Jacques' face, she frowned and asked, "How is it?"

"Cohen," Jacques said as they walked, "is the team that rescued Jessie still here?"

"I don't know," Cohen said. "What's wrong?"

Jacques walked down the stairs quickly, almost trotting to the door of Cyrus' office, pushed open the slightly closed door, and said, "Jessie, Jessie was not rescued, she was sent back. "

"What do you mean?" Cyrus, who was sitting behind the desk, and Cohen, who was beside him, asked loudly at the same time.

Jacques took a breath and said, "In addition to Jessie, we have their people here. Cyrus, I need a list of people who have contacted Jessie, including the team that rescued her. By the way, are they still here? "

"Yes." Cyrus answered in the affirmative, but immediately he had that annoying look of embarrassment on his face, he hesitated and said, "They will escort Jessie back to the country later."

Jacques glanced at Cohen who was standing at the door, and said, "If we arrive in the United States on time tomorrow, we still have three and 10 minutes before the plane takes off."

"You want to interrogate them? You alone?"

"Of course not." Jacques smiled and said, "I still have Cohen."

**

Sigmund Freud once said that no mortal can keep a secret, even if he speaks strictly, he will reveal it in his gestures, and every pore exudes a breath of betrayal.

Jacques sat aside, watching Cohen ask the soldiers sitting across the table one by one according to the questions he had written in advance.Some of them were young men who had just enlisted in the army, and they didn't know anything. Just looking at Cohen's gloomy face, they were already terrified, their legs were trembling, and they asked questions and answered them.Some people are veterans. Even though Cohen slammed his hand and gun on the table, he was still calm and at ease, and even said some molesting obscene words to Jacques who was listening to the trial.

There are a total of 28 people on the list. When the last person walked out of the tent, Jacques also completed the profile of everyone. When they

When the list was put on Cyrus' desk on time, there were just 10 minutes left for arresting work.

Jacques was too tired to speak. He leaned on the only soft chair in Cyrus' office and stared out of the window blankly. The wound on his forehead and right shoulder blade was soaked with sweat and hadn't been changed. The gauze was stuck to the skin.The fragile gastric mucosa was aching like a fire under the stimulation of gastric acid. He touched the empty medicine bottle in his pocket, thought for a while, and drank the cold coffee in one gulp.

When Cyrus opened the door and came in to announce that everyone on the list had been arrested, and the missing depleted uranium bomb was found in the village according to Jacques' judgment, the plane took off just in time, with its huge wings flying across the gray sky, thick The golden light shining through the thick clouds shone on the unknown road ahead, and the three people in the room looked extremely tired, silent, only the sound of shallow breathing one after another.

Cyrus threw a document and a battered royal blue pen into Jacques' arms, and said hoarsely, "Sign it."

Jacques opened it to take a look, raised his eyebrows at him, waved his hand, and swiped the sticky note.After doing this, he sighed deeply, a carp rolled up from the soft recliner and stood up, asking, "When can we go back?"

"You can do it now if you want." Cyrus said nonchalantly.

"Now then," Jacques muttered, "Oh, I can't do it, I need to go to sleep. Cohen, come and call me when you're ready to go."

"Oh, okay, Jacques." Cohen also looked sleepy, but still blinked vigorously, trying to make herself look more energetic. She watched Jacques wave to her, and fell on the ground with a "bang". walked out the door.

Cyrus yawned, and said to Cohen: "You also go back and rest for a while, and I'll have someone call you when this side is ready."

Startled by his soft tone, Cohen stiffened his face, nodded, and went out.

The sky outside has completely brightened up. There are several military tents scattered in twos and threes under the dilapidated small building, and four or five armored vehicles are parked in the distance. Cohen remembered that night when Jacques ran all the way holding him, and the explosion sounded from behind him.She gently touched her chest, the heart inside was still beating healthily, and the blood was transported to every cell according to the pressure generated by each beat, Cohen thought blankly, how could he be so healthy even though he was so healthy? But it felt like it was hard to breathe due to lack of oxygen.

She passed Jacques' tent, and she knew that the young man was sleeping there, but she couldn't restrain herself from stopping.Just two hours ago, he was still sitting next to him, listening to his interrogation, and when the next person was replaced, he would lean over and gently raise his interrogation skills, Jacques' breath Spraying it on his own face, his charming clear eyes reflect all of himself.

Don't be silly, Chris. Cohen said to himself, that's your boss, that's your team leader.

She stayed where she was for a while before reluctantly leaving.

Jacques lifted a corner of the tent curtain, just in time to see the back of Cohen leaving, he squinted his eyes and thought for a while, shook his head, and sat back on the chair.It is said that the tent is specially prepared for him, but it is actually just a monitoring room. There is not even a camp bed. Jacques can only put his feet on another chair, fold his hands on his chest, dare not sleep with his eyes closed, and wait quietly. to leave.

**

It was noon when we stood on the land of America again, with the scorching sun in the sky, and large drops of sweat dripped down the sticky hair. Jacques tugged at his collar in annoyance, and felt that his breathing was a little easier. .

He took almost nothing with him. The bag was full of confidential documents about Jessie and a notebook. He didn’t have a bank card or coin on him, and his mobile phone was still on Reid, but fortunately, there was a security guard at the gate. , Jacques was finally let in, and he took a deep breath, eager to use the coolness of the central air conditioner to get rid of the heat in his heart.

He sneezed, and slowly crawled out of the apartment step by step like a turtle. When he was about to take out the keys, he realized that he didn't bring this thing either.

"Maybe I insisted a little bit more, maybe Reid would agree to switch to a fingerprint lock." He leaned limply against the door, thinking sullenly.

Maybe he was really too tired, and in addition, he had hardly eaten anything other than medicine for the past two or three days, and the wound was still hurting. Jacques' eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. He really couldn't hold on, and slowly slid down , curled up at the foot of the door, hugged her bag, and fell asleep pitifully.

When Reid came back, he saw Jacques blushing, quietly like a kitten, nestling in a small corner.He sighed, opened the door, squatted down carefully, and picked up the young man.

"Spencer?" Jacques murmured, eyes still open.

"It's me." Reid replied softly, he patted Jacques on the back, watched him move in confusion and then fell into a deep sleep, then smiled slightly, and put him on the bed.

The sweeping robot in the apartment was still humming, and the intelligent sensor system installed by Jacques started to operate the moment Reid opened the door. There was a splashing sound from the bathroom, and Reid knew that it was the bathtub preparing water for bathing.

However, Jacques probably won't wash it anymore. Reid touched the scar on his forehead distressedly, the gauze that originally protected the wound lifted, revealing the crimson gash and sticky black hair. Jacques fell asleep, rubbed his head against the pillow, turned over, and the gauze fell off.

The doctor looked at his sleeping face, his nose was sour, he really didn't know what to say, sometimes he just wanted to wake him up, yelled at him, and yelled at him, asking him if you can't love you more body!Don't you know that I will worry that I will feel distressed!But more often, I just want to coax him so gently, and then tell myself that Jacques is too tired, let him sleep, let him rest.

Reid sat quietly for a while, only to wake up abruptly when an electronic warning sound came from the bathroom.He went to turn off the reminder light, dug out the first aid kit from the bottom of the refrigerator, went back to the bedroom, and started to treat the wound on Jacques' forehead little by little.

However, when he took off his shirt, Reid found that there was a bigger and deeper wound on Jacques' back, as if a dagger had been stabbed from his shoulder blade, perhaps the most basic medical treatment had been done, But the dressing was not changed in time, and the edge of the gauze was tightly glued together with the oozing yellow tissue fluid. Reid did not dare to tear it off, so he had to cut it with small scissors. Sometimes the force was not controlled well, and the pink tissue was tender. A corner of the scar was torn open, and a little bit of blood oozes out from the surface of the newly grown granulation tissue.

But even so, Jacques was still unaware, motionless. Reid didn't know if he had fallen asleep or passed out.

After all the large and small wounds were cleaned up, his hair was roughly dry-cleaned and dried with a thick cashmere towel. It was already late at night.

With one arm around Jacques, Reid leaned half against the head of the bed, looking at the "Stoddard Speeches" in the other hand by the small light yellow lamp.When seeing the line "All our pains can be comforted", the furry head on the chest moved slightly, then rubbed again, and then the deep, warm breath breathed through the loose The wool fibers travel to the nerves on the skin.

"Spencer?"

"woke up?"

"Yeah." Jacques closed his eyes and rubbed against the doctor's broad chest, then slowly opened his eyes, staring blankly at the dim ceiling for a long, long time, before realizing that he had already gone home.

He fished out his iPad from behind the pillow, and just entered the website, and the whole screen was filled with Jessie Johnson's weak smiley face, with "New Age Heroine" written on the top in big bold letters, etc., and so on. title.

Reid turned his head sideways, Jacques's face was shining brightly from the IPAD, but the whole person was incomparably silent, his pupils were like a clear blue lake reflecting the clouds and sky, more like a lonely reflection of the world mirror.

He's not happy, Reid thought.

"What's wrong?" Reid glanced at the news on the IPAD. It was the anti-terrorist heroine Jessie who was just reported this morning. Coupled with the upcoming "911" anniversary, the entire United States is in a state of extreme tension.

Jacques shook his head flatly, he didn't continue to flip through the news as usual, and he didn't go to see Amazon, he directly turned off the IPAD, leaned softly on Reid's chest, didn't speak, his eyes were hazy as if he had been drinking Drunk, with a lonely and alienated expression.

Reid didn't know what happened to him, but wanted to make him happy, so he put down the book, thought hard, and after a long time, he said, "Hey, Jacques, I read a comic when I was in high school, a Japanese manga."

Jacques asked, "About what?"

Reid turned sideways, hugged the young man tightly, put his face on his head, and said: "It only took me 1 minute to finish the story of a young man's adventure. The plot is not coherent, and even the dialogue has many language errors. , but the strange thing is, I can't forget it. Every night I dream that I am one of these people too, with a giant sword taller than a man, with a pistol on my lap, maybe, maybe There will also be a Japanese girl with ponytails, and we will cross the Caribbean together to slay dragons and demons in that isolated castle where the sea and the sky meet..."

Jacques let out a "poof" laugh. He seemed to be able to see a bad kid fantasizing about his dream of the second year of middle school in a comic book. Standing in front of the window alone for several hours, looking at his boring books, watching him eat alone after school, maybe there are a group of beautiful girls behind him laughing and supporting the tall and handsome basketball team captain. Yes, but it has nothing to do with him.

How lonely he is, there is no gossip or bright spot in his life, it is boring.But he didn't hate him in his heart, his pupils were sore, Jacques quietly listened to the adventure boy's fantasy journey, and felt a little pain in his heart, as if two lonely boys finally came together after a long time and space.

Reid's story will never end. When Jacques heard that "the boy who devoted his life to pursuing justice stabbed the shining sharp blade into the chest of the dragon in the storm..." he snored a little , Reid touched his forehead, the temperature returned to normal, and the youth's lips were no longer pale, he relaxed slightly, lowered his head and dropped a kiss on it.

He thought about it, carefully took the IPAD from Jacques' hands, reopened it, entered the password, and entered "Jessie Johnson" in the search box.