CM The future I see without you

"What number is this?" Campbell asked, looking at the white cloth-covered stretcher that was brought out of the factory.

Trace took a deep breath of the blue smoke, watched the gray smoke drifting into the rain, and then answered hoarsely: "I don't know."

"There are times when you don't know?"

"Of course." Trace said flatly.

Campbell wiped his face, the rain mixed with scarlet blood splashed on the muddy weeds, the open field in front of the abandoned factory was crowded with ambulances and the last police car that arrived, three hovering overhead A helicopter with the words FBI printed on it roared and illuminated the dark factory like daylight.

The corpses were carried out one after another, and the forensic doctor didn't even need to look any further to know that there was a huge hole in the foreheads of those boys. The 7.62mm Tokarev's hand and bullets shattered their skulls uniformly. The brutal marksmanship Let these young lives lose consciousness within 0.1 second, and never wake up again.

"Let's go?" Campbell pulled out the corner of the soft short-sleeve tucked into his trousers and wiped his rain-wet lenses and asked.

Trace shook his head, he looked at Estrada who was on the phone in the distance, and said, "Wait a little longer."

"Wait for who?" Campbell asked before seeing Estrada in front of him. He froze for a moment and muttered, "Is that Jacques' call? Oh, I don't know how Chris is doing now?"

"She'll be fine," Trace said, taking another drag on his cigarette, eyes squinting.

"then you……"

Trace turned his head and looked at Campbell, who was always doing nothing, hesitated for a long time before saying, "Don't you think there is something wrong with that Jacques? He... Forget it, maybe I have a fixed impression of him from the beginning, this gap Let me not get used to it all at once..."

Knowing that the team leader is such a young man, Trace is already ready to take care of the children.He doesn't trust such a glamorous resume, not to mention that there have been rumors in the bureau that this agent is the illegitimate son of Director Mueller and has made friends with several congressmen in private. He once claimed in public that he has a boyfriend, but even so, he still hooks up with him. A beautiful girl who maintains an affair with several colleagues at the same time...

A dude who came here to play tickets.

Originally, he just wanted to hand him over to Estrada. He maintained superficial respect and muddled through this difficult time, but after thinking about it carefully, he was not at ease. After all, he handed over such a fresh and delicious young man to a Will there be only fragments left in the hands of a violent man with only muscles, plus there is a Chris in my group who looks like a girl with a soft appearance and a Campbell whose brain will never be more rhythmic. Come on, the second anti-terrorist team has completely become a veritable laughing stock in the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

Unexpectedly, however, the young man in the skin of a gentle gentleman is actually a crazy beast. Trace remembered that when he came back from solving the signal jammer, he saw the bullet shot from Jacques' muzzle piercing a boy's head, blood and yellowish white The brain tissue splashed out and flew in the air.

But what makes people creepy is that while others were red-eyed, the young man remained calm and self-sufficient throughout the whole process. He hugged the MPP7 and crawled under the fence on the second floor. Every time the trigger was pulled, one person fell down.

Others drove the fleeing thugs to the hall, and Jacques was like a god of death, waving a huge sickle to harvest life.

"I trust him, Trace." Campbell patted his friend on the shoulder and said, "I worked with him on a case when I was in IT."

"You never mentioned it." Trace said, raising an eyebrow.

"Because it's not a pleasant thing." Campbell began to recall with a rare serious attitude. "At that time, he was going to track down a suspect. People in our team helped him start a Mercedes-Benz C63AMG by remote control, but was caught in the middle. Someone hacked the system, the car lost control..."

"What does it mean to lose control?"

"Trace, that car won't stop," Campbell murmured. "We tried everything, but the last physical brake system on the car was broken and wouldn't work at all."

"..."

Trace couldn't keep asking, as if the supercar that couldn't stop running all the way appeared in his mind, he couldn't imagine how terrified and helpless the young man sitting in the driver's seat was, behind him was the most skilled team in the United States , but no one can help him.

But Campbell still said: "There was surveillance on that Mercedes-Benz. At that time, all the seats in the department were occupied by HRT people. They took pens and wrote down the case information and criminal characteristics that Jacques said word by word. I dare not I believe that at such a critical moment of life and death, he is still analyzing the case."

In the end, Jacques survived and flirted with the little girls in the bureau alive and kicking. The mistakes made by the information department only left some scars on his body, but what about his heart?

Trace took a deep drag on the cigarette, crushing the butt out on the bottom of his foot.

"Later we did not receive a punishment. I heard that Jacques personally asked Director Mueller." Campbel said, "It made us very sad. At least, I couldn't bear it. You know, it just seemed to let him down. Or, like a child who did something wrong but didn't receive the punishment he deserved..."

**

Jacques, who was being discussed by his team members, quickly swallowed three acetaminophen tablets. The cold water relieved his colic stomach and duodenum for a short time. He lowered his head and continued to flip through the documents in his hand. FBI There were people coming and going in the hall on the ninth floor, but there was no noise at all, only the calm and steady voice of the young man giving instructions one by one.

The agents received their assignments and disappeared one by one at the lobby door. No one complained or bargained. Keven had been secretly taken away by the CIA. Mueller was giving a speech in London. He just had a faxed a concise authorization letter. FBI Under the operation of Jacques and William, the efficiency of the entire anti-terrorist department has reached the peak in history.

When the last password was issued, Jacques signed his name on the last line of the document, and the last black dot was as shocking as a bullet hole piercing the boy's skull.

He put down the pen a little tiredly, and looked at the instantly empty hall expressionlessly.There is still a photo of Keven on the opposite wall. It was a birthday party specially planned for him by the little girl in the department when he was 56 years old. Everyone had more or less cream on their faces. Keven has the most face, he is smiling like an amiable uncle next door.

It was raining lightly outside, but after Jacques broke into Keven's office with a group of Swat armed with live ammunition in the evening, the quiet FBI building was forced to run at high speed. List, the executive team wearing dark pattern suits and British-style black coats kicked open doors with court-approved arrest warrants and search warrants. Breath, but the outgoing calls are always busy. The interrogation room in the FBI building was suddenly full, and the CIA had no choice but to rely on the local police station to interrogate the most useful information in the shortest possible time.

William disappeared early in the morning, and the last time Jacques saw him was in the conference room on the top floor of the FBI. He was sitting at the top of the conference table, with a cup of coffee in his hand, listening to the ministers' arguing, with a serious expression like the end of the world , as if the greasy middle-aged man who hugged himself and shouted "Let's create a new world" a few hours ago was another person.

Jacques stood up holding his water glass, just as a helicopter whizzed away, the whole air was slightly trembling by the rapidly rotating rotors, and the suspended raindrops were shaking outside the huge French windows. Jacques raised his head, and on the glass window A blurred reflection of a woman in a black suit appears.

"Nat?" He turned around and looked at his old friend whom he hadn't seen for a long time. In her hand was a small basket made of willow, which was filled with blooming irises.He took the basket and found a bottle of 90-year-old Patus hidden among the rich blue-purple flowers and leaves.

"Wine is good wine, but unfortunately, I can't drink it." Jacques said with a little regret.

"I know." Natalie said, tossing her long brown chestnut hair, tiny droplets of water fell into the air, "So this is not from me. I just brought it here for you."

"Eh? It's a pity that there are no cards or anything on it." Jacques raised his eyebrows, and put the basket on a desk, he pulled out a chair, motioned for his old friend to sit down, and said, "Come here... What's the matter?"

"It's such a big move, you should know about it." Natalie put down her purse, sat down, looked around, and said, "We also have one over there, and it was just sent up. By the way, where is your little boyfriend?"

"His name is Spencer Reid, Nat." Jacques poured a glass of warm water and put it in front of the lady, explaining helplessly, "He's still in BAU, he's on a mission."

"Oh, well, I know." After saying this, she suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise, took a step forward, and pulled away the young man's sleeves. The two golden cufflinks fell out of nowhere. , There are patches of blue and purple bruises under the open cuffs.

Jacques frowned, retracted his wrist uncomfortably, and said, "So you came here just to tell me this? Now is not a good time to reminisce about the old days."

Natalie stared at the young man and asked anxiously: "Don't change the subject, Jacques! What's going on? Huh?"

She suddenly seemed to be a different person, from a calm and self-possessed senior agent to the silent and paranoid female lunatic on the Syrian battlefield.In just a few seconds, she pulled off the bulletproof vest Jacques was wearing, and the buttons of the snow-white shirt fell to the ground with a crisp and pleasant sound.

But no one noticed them.

"What's going on here!" Natalie stretched out her hand to caress the large bruises on the young man's chest, but she carefully retracted it and asked in a murmur.

"It's nothing." Jacques replied nonchalantly. The central air conditioner in the hall made him feel a bit chilly. He pulled his clothes and said, "I was not careful when I was on a mission..."

"Don't perfuse me like this, Jacques." The corners of Natalie's eyes drooped slightly, showing a look of pain and struggle, but she quickly retracted them. The cold light in the hall spilled down on her long brown hair, and Jacques saw again in a trance. The girl who was rejected by him.

Natalie said: "I know what it looks like when a bullet hits a bulletproof vest. Jacques, you, are you sick?"

"No, I'm fine, Nat." Jacques shook his head and replied softly.

Natalie took a deep breath, and the tears in her eyes were forced back again. She originally wanted to say break up with him, stay with me, I will take good care of you, I love you, no one loves you more than me ... However, looking at the young man's gentle and determined eyes, she really didn't want to hear words of rejection from the mouth of the person she loved.

After a long time, she just asked gently: "Does it hurt?"

Jacques turned his head slightly and saw his team members disembarking from a plane that had just landed outside the window. He turned his head and replied, "No, it doesn't hurt. Nat, Emmmmm, if..."

"Wait a minute, Jacques, I..." Natalie interrupted Jacques' words of seeing off the guests, and suddenly became a little embarrassed when she remembered her purpose. After hesitating for a long time, she said with difficulty, "I want to tell you one thing, just, that is……"

"kindness?"

"Jacques, someone is investigating me recently." Natalie finished quickly, hesitated for a moment, and added, "But me, I don't have any evidence, you know, it's just a feeling."

"Investigate you?" Jacques turned around in surprise, frowned, and repeated, "What kind of investigation? Is it specifically for you? Have you recently..."

Natalie shook her head solemnly, her eyes were full of doubts, she said softly: "It's not for me, Jacques. Maybe in the past few months, I found that there were signs of someone flipping at home or in the office. , or them, I don’t know who it is, but their hands and feet are very clean, if I haven’t been in Syria and I’m not so vigilant, I probably wouldn’t have noticed it.”

"Have you been involved in any case recently?"

"No." Natalie said firmly, "Jacques, but I feel like they're after you."

"Me?" Jacques was taken aback, then laughed, and said, "Come on, Nat. I'm busy right now, and I really don't have time to listen to your assumptions. Otherwise, I have an apartment in Los Angeles. These days You live there first, and I will go to you after I finish my work here, okay?"

"So, you trust me, right?"

"Of course, my little Nat." Jacques opened his arms and hugged his old friend gently, and said with a smile, "We used to fight back to back and took bombs from madmen."

Natalie gently pushed him away, with a dazed head, and said, "I, we've never taken a bomb from anyone's hands, Jacques."

Jacques's smile froze on his face, his eyes widened slightly, and then he laughed again and said, "Oh, of course, I was joking, you know, I like joking."

Natalie thought to herself that the you in the past didn't like joking, you were expressionless all day long, and the lines on your face seemed to be carved out of rock.She sighed slightly and said, "You are not the same as before."

"People always change." Jacques turned slightly, and he saw Estrada waiting quietly outside the gate.

Of course Natalie saw it too, she obediently stood up, and when she turned to leave, she asked one more question: "What about your little boyfriend?"

"Of course he will change." Jacques paused and said with a smile, "but the relationship between us will not."

Natalie snorted coldly, originally wanted to tell the truth, or asked other questions, but for some reason, maybe those blue eyes are so charming, she forgot all the harsh words in her mind , Natalie couldn't help but hugged the young man for the last time, and sighed: "No matter what, I know you're okay, I'll be fine."

Jacques patted her on the back lightly, and said, "Be careful on the road, I'll send you the address of the apartment later, and the keys are with the doorman."

Natalie nodded, her eyes lingered on the young man's chest and wrist for a long time before turning away.