CM The future I see without you

At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, in front of the gate of a remote restaurant on the edge of Texas, three panda police cars are facing the gate, the remote lights are on, densely packed with monster eyes, they form a bright light curtain, turning the restaurant into a desert A lone star shimmering, faintly flickering in the dull air the sparks brought out when the gun was ejected from the chamber.

The bulletproof and explosion-proof car doors were wide open, and dozens of police officers hid behind them, holding short-barreled guns that are standard for state police, and kept firing at targets in the dark.Dense beads of sweat had already appeared on their foreheads, and the guns in their hands became hot from long-term shooting. The white-painted door of the restaurant was covered with bullet holes the size of fists, and it was crumbling. The glass on the six windows had long been shattered. , leaving only sharp residues, refracting the bright and dazzling remote lights in the darkness.

They didn't understand the current situation. They just followed the FBI agents to arrest the suspect in the serial murder case---the pastor in the town. Why did they encounter a large-scale gun battle again?And depending on the situation, the strength of the opponent far exceeds that of one's own.

There were too many doubts in their hearts, and they didn't dare to evacuate like this, because those agents were still fighting on the front line.

In the front is a black Chevrolet from the Quantico FBI. Five agents rushed to the front. In the dense night, the flames continued to explode in the ears, and the white-gray smoke gradually floated in the air with the smell of gunpowder smoke. Diffuse, but depending on the situation, they did not choose to back down, and even wanted to go one step further.

Campbell stood behind Jacques' little doctor, switching to a new magazine, hesitant in his heart.Because the battle situation completely exceeded Jacques and Trace's expectations, it was impossible for the pastor to be alone in the restaurant. Even if he had some military equipment from the police station, it was impossible for him to persist for such a long time under the continuous attack of the FBI and dozens of police officers.

Not to mention that these firepowers are fully capable of supporting a special attack unit composed of [-] heavily armed military police.

"Campbell!" The bald, chocolate-colored burly man shouted at himself from afar.

Campbell was interrupted by him, and replied impatiently: "What's wrong!"

A bullet slammed into the car door in front of Reid with a "bang", creating a deep dent. The fierce airflow made him stagger back unconsciously. It was almost an instinctive reaction of his body. Blake, who was exposed to the fire on the right, walked to the only safer area behind him.

Reid lowered his head, and the dropped bullet casings rolled down to his shoes, exuding scorching heat.

It was the shell of a 7.62mm Tokarev bullet. After being improved by the US Marine Corps with the latest technology of sinking and closing the bullet, in actual gun battles, even if the distance of the firefight exceeds 400 meters, it can completely penetrate a bullet. A bulletproof vest that comes standard with the FBI.

But how could such an expensive and brutal weapon, which has always been strictly guarded, appear in such a remote town in Texas?

Reid's heart froze slightly, sliding past like a cold snake.If it is true, then the case received by BAU is not an "ordinary" serial murder case at all, and this bullet can nail the person behind it to the charge of "arms smuggling".

He glanced at Campbell, who was also looking at the bullet casing, this solemn young detective wearing silver-rimmed glasses, and then asked hoarsely, "Agent Campbell, what's going on here? Where did Jacques go?"

Campbell didn't know what to do, he tried to keep a straight face, the only thing in his mind was the excuse that Jacques and Trace had discussed a long time ago, but this excuse was prepared for those in the police station.He looked at the doctor's questioning gaze, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, he hesitated, unable to explain why.

"Where did he go? You guys, have you discovered something long ago? God! What the hell is going on!" Reid roared in a low voice, the veins on his neck were bulging and throbbing, and the flames lit his side face It shines brightly.

Campbell didn't dare to look directly at the doctor, turned his head slightly, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can't say."

Reid panted, stared at the flustered Campbell for several seconds, turned his head almost angrily, and replied, "Needless to say sorry, Campbell, I know, it's Jacques' order again, right?"

He fixed his eyes on the edge of the restaurant again. His long-range shooting was not very good, not even as good as Blake beside him, but he still persisted, facing the recoil of Smith's revolver and gun, shooting into the darkness of nothingness .

In fact, most of the time, he didn't know what he was doing, but every time he pulled the trigger, it seemed that the resentment in his heart would be reduced a little.

"This can't work." Morgan moved behind Reid without knowing what, and said loudly, "I have already notified Hotch to call for reinforcements, Reid, you and Blake are waiting here, Emily and I go around to the back!"

"No!" Campbell retorted vigilantly, he knew that before Jacques or Trace came back, there would not be any reliable support, and the two agents just went to die.

Morgan glared at him, gritted his teeth and said, "Be quiet! One of us has already fallen, can't! No more! Someone! Injured!"

Just as Campbell was about to return him, the continuous gunshots in his ears suddenly stopped, and even those ethereal sparks stopped floating, and the air stood still for an instant.

The tired police officers behind them stopped shooting at the same time. They looked around anxiously, and their eyes gradually focused on the bald FBI.

Morgan glanced at the restaurant standing in the darkness, and exchanged glances with Reid next to him, seeing faint anxiety in each other's eyes.

He nodded at Reid, and was about to stand up to let everyone evacuate, but he saw a flame flying towards him along a perfect parabola from the corner of his eye. In the next second, he couldn't see anything, and his vision was in all directions. It was full of bright lights, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. He heard Blake yelling something to himself, he barely turned his head, and the next huge shock wave hit, and the nearest Chevrolet was instantly surrounded by steam and flames. The stench of burning metal and leather brought an uncontrollable nausea deep in the throat.

The police officers yelled and ran backwards. Of course, life is more important than orders.

Campbell fell to the ground, the hot wind and dust made him unable to breathe, his head was in a mess, like countless metals roaring in the depths of his skull, and he slowly recovered after all the noises had passed and the air was not so hot Looked up.

In the midst of the noise, the Chevrolet was burning, and the golden flames soared into the sky. The female detective was kneeling on the gravel, the small wrinkles on her face were permeated by despair, like a mother who lost her child. She hugged the young doctor tightly, and a steady stream of blood gushed from his neck.

Blake screamed at the top of her lungs at the people who hadn't reacted to the explosion, but no one seemed to hear her cries for help.

Campbell was stunned for a moment, then cursed secretly, and quickly ran to the doctor's side. He originally wanted to treat the doctor's wound first, but found that there was no way to do it.

Splashes of bomb fragments just sliced ​​through his neck, and there was so much blood that Campbell didn't even know if he had hurt any of his major arteries.

"Call an ambulance, an ambulance! Reid, boy, don't sleep, don't sleep!"

The sad female detective yelled, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, she pressed tightly on Reid's wound, thick and bright red blood oozed from her fingers.

However, miraculously, Reid's clear eyes were still open, as if he could not feel the threat of pain or death, he looked at the panicked Campbell without blinking, and asked with difficulty: "Jacques...Jacques, he, he... Is it safe?"

Every time he said a word, he spat out a mouthful of blood foam.But before Campbell could answer, Morgan lifted him from Blake's arms and put him on the stretcher in the ambulance.

The scene was chaotic, and everyone was checking their teammates and counting the number of people.The ambulance screamed sharply, white smoke rose into the sky,

Campbell stood aside, like a quiet outsider, it was hard for him to describe how he was feeling, but, it was just awful.

When the door of the ambulance closed, he found that the doctor was still looking at him, even if he was unconscious, he was still waiting for his answer.

**

Bright red rose petals float above the bathtub full of foam, and soft light is cast from the ceiling of the bathroom, shining on the woman's radiant skin.

She is already old, 46 years old, even with the best maintenance, there are some crow's feet in the corners of her eyes.

The glass in the bathroom is single-sided frosted glass. She stretched out her arm and gently drew a few lines on the glass. From those transparent traces, a young figure could be vaguely seen.

Wearing an off-white shirt and black suit pants, he stared out through the only window in the bedroom.

The agent who claimed to be from the FBI had been here for more than two hours, and he didn't know how he found himself here.

But it is a pity that no matter what his purpose is, the young man has to return without success.

The woman put on her bathrobe and walked out of the bathroom. She saw the fire in the depths of the night outside the window at a glance, and she exclaimed softly: "What's wrong? Oh, my God, is there a fire there?"

"Have you considered it?" The young man turned around and smiled gently, as if he didn't care about waiting for so long, or the fire that lit up half the sky outside.

The woman smiled coquettishly, her white jade-like hands rested lightly on the young man's shoulders, her long temple hair drooped down, exuding the fragrance of lavender.She said, "Why are you in such a hurry, we haven't had a good chat yet."

"What are you talking about? Talk about your career, talk about how that pastor Milles single-handedly trained you as his puppet to help him control those prostitutes, or talk about how the sheriff threatened you to help him smuggle? Delia?"

Delia put away her smile, and lowered her eyes to hide her shrewd and vigilant gaze.She walked around the young man, stretched out her hand and opened the small cabinet, took out two white cigarettes, lit one with a long-stemmed match, and put it in her mouth.

The young man shook his head, but she still insisted on holding the cigarette in front of him.

After a long time, the young man still compromised and took the rough cigarette, lit it skillfully, and then gently exhaled the bluish-white smoke.

The cheap cigarettes in Texas are plain at first, but they are full of stamina. The young man frowned a little unaccustomed at first, but after taking a few more puffs, he narrowed his eyes comfortably, and the whole person looked extremely lazy. .

He said casually: "We just want to recover that batch of goods, and other matters are beyond our jurisdiction."

"No, no, no." The woman exhaled a puff of pale smoke, smiled and shook her head, "You don't understand, child." Her eyes were shining with the distant fire, and she said, "It's not that simple. "

"To me, it's that simple, but you see it too complicated." The young man said, "That sheriff wants to kill your men, oh, or those talkative prostitutes under the pastor, and then charge them Do you think you can escape by pushing it on the pastor? This police station has already lost three former chiefs, and they can no longer control their greed."

This town is like a ridiculous stage play, the pastor is from Canada who rapes and rapes fugitives, and through this hotel owner controls all the prostitutes; the sheriff is a smuggling traitor who has turned the entire police station into himself The stronghold of the local gangs; the policemen made good friends with the local gangs, and even cooperated to occupy the state-owned docks just to facilitate the delivery of goods; the gang leaders with tattooed arms wanted to replace the pastors, and they were greedy for the rewards of the girls who sold their bodies...

Everyone in the town has their own purpose, everyone is like a conspirator, and the relationship between people is intricate, but for the interests and rights in their hands, they will do anything.

A young man with a bad quality cigarette between his beautiful white fingers pushes the mobile phone with the screen turned on towards the woman. On it is a cute little boy, about seven or eight years old, who is held in the arms of an old mother-in-law, with an innocent expression on his face Looking at the camera ignorantly.

The woman trembled, and the white ash from her fingertips fell on the table. Her eyes were full of disbelief, but she didn't panic. She just kept silent and looked at the little boy on the phone screen.

"You see, their promise was a lie. That Sergeant Tim didn't send anyone to protect your son and mother, and my crew didn't even have to work hard to find them." The young man guided, "Why not Trust us? I can actually protect you, give you the highest level of witness protection, and even send you to a place where no one knows you and start over."

But the woman didn't answer, she only had the little boy in her eyes, and her fingers carefully caressed the little boy's face in the photo. The little man was still wearing the denim overalls he bought yesterday.

She remembered that when her son hugged her thigh and cried goodbye to her when she went out today, she begged pitifully: "Mom, mom, you have to come back soon!"

The woman restrained calmly, but her whole heart was about to break.

After a long time, until the cigarette in the young man's hand turned into pale ash, the woman came back to her senses and said hoarsely, "What can I do?"

"Ledger."

"Do you think he will put the ledger with me?" the woman asked softly.

The young man said, "I mean, your ledger."

Only then did the woman raise her head and look at the young detective seriously.His smile is still so gentle, his blue eyes are like the blue sea, the light of the goose yellow street lamp outside reflects the fluffy hair on the side of his face, and his skin seems to be transparent.

He is too young, so young that people intuitively doubt his identity as an FBI agent.

But what could she do?The young man had the life of her son and mother in her hands.

Little people have always had a tragic color, and every drama is an inconspicuous and unimportant prop.

Delia thought of those girls who accidentally learned the truth and came to laugh at her, calling her stupid and pathetic.

In the face of such accusations, she did not speak, just as she kept the same silence when she went to identify the bodies of those girls.

She was not a good person in the first place, her life was already so difficult, all she wanted was to live with her family.

Those young girls don't understand at all, the wind is so strong, the grass on the wall has never had the right to choose.

"I can give it to you, but," said Delia, "I want to see their bodies first."

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The young man gave a hypocritical chuckle and said, "We are law-abiding people, and any trial and execution should come from the federal court."

"Then can you do it?"

"can."