[Comprehensive British and American] Where is the amazing Jason

There were whispers in the wind.

Left, right, up, alley, across the road.

Those small voices fell into Jason's ears, guiding him to chase after him.He could hear what the plants wanted to say more clearly than Poison Ivy.They communicate just like humans.

He followed the guidance and followed closely behind Foye, just about [-] meters away, which was a distance that the other party could not find.

Cassandra probably cracked his calf bone, and that bone ached with every movement Jason ran and jumped.

God, she must have some weird Chinese kung fu bonus on her.But considering the corner of her mouth was swollen from Jason's punch.He had to forgive her.A girl's face is precious.

He took Foye's gun with him as he rushed out of the marshal's room.Cassandra broke the electron probe mask on his face, revealing his original face, but the grass above his head was under optical camouflage.Otherwise, this scene is kind of exciting.

"Turn left, he went to another street." The green trees on both sides of the street said.

What is Foye going to do?

He took the law enforcement officer's mobile phone, and he would call one by one to find Haili.

All he had to do was tell a little lie that both Agent Hotchner and the Marshal were dead.He's the new agent taking over.

Hailey would believe him and throw away her phone, making it impossible for anyone to contact her.

They need a meeting place, where will they choose?

The most dramatic, the most classic, the place that hurts Hotchner the most.

—their old residence.

Foye knew that the vigilantes were after him, and he didn't have time to complete the kidnapping of Hayley and Jack in another location first.He can only make the show as perfect as possible.

"Guys, do me a favor, I want to confirm one thing."

Well, now let them find a shortcut.Jason ran in the alley with all his might.An honest detective should not be treated like this, he should have a happy family and be his son's hero.

Whatever Foye was thinking, Jason wasn't going to let that happen.

***

Hayley still can't believe it's real.

She held her son Jack's hand tightly, and walked forward with her head bowed.She is like a frightened bird, and anyone who glances at her can't help but quicken her steps.

"Mom, you hurt my hand." Little Jack said in a childish voice.He was too young to understand why his mother and father had separated, or why he had to move away from his favorite nursery.

Hailey stopped and looked down at Jack, tears almost welling up in her eyes.This kid is just like his father, and his father... Aaron... Hailey can't believe he's gone from them forever.

She promised him that when he caught Foye with his own hands, they would remarry.This is no longer possible.

"I'm sorry, honey." Hayley wiped the corners of her eyes, and picked up Jack, "We need to hurry up, it will be fine soon, just hold on."

The agent who contacted her arranged for them to meet at the old house.Hayley has her doubts, but who else can she trust?Perhaps the most dangerous place is the safest place.Foye has already touched the place where she lives now, but he didn't expect them to run back.

She stopped a taxi by the side of the road and sat in with Jack in her arms.

In just ten minutes, it seemed like ten years had passed.She wondered whether the driver would actually take them there, and wondered whether it was right to listen to the detective.

When getting out of the car, Haili saw their original house from a distance. The once sweet home now looks like a gloomy haunted house.

Hailey watched from afar with Jack.Jack grabbed her hand. "Are we coming back, Mom? Is Dad coming back too?"

Haili stroked her son's hair affectionately, "Do you miss Dad? I also... miss him very much."

"Sorry to bother you, but we've made it," said a young voice. "Good news, Agent Hotchner is alive and well. Bad news, Foye is waiting for you in the house ahead."

***

Foye stood sideways behind the curtain, looking out through the narrow gap between the fabric and the glass window.The good view from the second floor allowed him to see a street away.

Hayley hasn't come over yet.Foye tried to ease his anxiety.Strength and restlessness follow his pulse and violently conflict. His body is almost unable to bear the ability to operate at such a high speed, so he must resolve it quickly.

creak-

Like something broke in.If it's Hayley, it proves that Foye won in the end, and if it's the vigilante chasing him...

The young man smashed through the glass, broke in among the flying debris, and stepped on Foye with a volley, using him as a pad to cushion the impact.

They wiped the ground and knocked several meters away.The man disguised as Marshall, whatever novelty gadget he was wearing on his face, was totally broken.

Contrary to Foye's expectation, there was a face that was handsome enough to walk on the red carpet in Hollywood.

Jason, who lurked into the house after stopping Hailey, stabbed Foye's main artery with his backhand, "This is used to deal with Bane's venom, and it should also be effective against counterfeit goods."

Enough power is moving away from Foye, he panted with difficulty, "I took it from your companion? Hehe." He grinned, "You let me see your face, are you going to kill me? ?”

It would be a while before Cassandra woke up, and Stephanie didn't know what he was planning.Jason drew the gun from behind his belt indifferently, "Guess is correct, but there is no reward."

"You're not ready." Foye smiled sarcastically, shaking his head in disbelief, not caring that Jason was stepping on his chest.

"Do you think it's easy to kill people? Pull the trigger, the gunfires, bang—and then you blow the smoke from the muzzle like a cowboy."

Jason was unmoved, "Otherwise, burning incense, bathing and fasting for you for three days will be a little troublesome."

Foye laughed loudly, "You don't understand the meaning of this at all, you are a young baby! Those who violate the law will also be betrayed by the law. From now on, all law-abiding people are your enemies!"

"Or, you have to be like those police detectives, limited everywhere, dealing with disgusting superiors and the bloody capital maintenance system."

"Or, you are like the Avengers, willing to be a knife in someone else's hand."

"The Justice League? It's just a non-governmental organization with no power. As long as they are found wrong by the governments of various countries, they will have to wait for trouble, and they will be thrown cabbages by the people they have saved."

"If you want to be a hero without the law, but also want to be protected by the law, how can there be such a good thing? Who dares to bet that you are always right, no one is always right."

Foye smiled, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and retched a few times, "...do you think that by not killing people, you are protecting us lunatics?——It is protecting you freaks!"

"You talk too much." Jason said, his foot on Foye's chest was crushed back and forth vigorously, listening to Foye moaning in pain.

The phone rang, and Jason held the gun in one hand and reached for the phone with the other.He glanced distractedly, it was Tim.

Jason pressed the phone down and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Do you know which one of the nonsense you just said is outrageously wrong?"

He casually looked down at the serial killer struggling under his feet, "That is, I don't care about being an 'outsider', or whether the law protects me, and I don't even care...no one is on my side."

"When you get to hell, remember it," said the outlaw indifferently, "no one can escape punishment forever."

Shots rang out, and blood spattered on the walls.The brilliance of life is lost in the eyes of the mighty killer, and all this is thanks to him.Jason stood in front of the corpse, like a lonely cowboy, blowing away the smoke from the muzzle.His blue-green eyes looked like inorganic gemstones at the moment.

A white cat jumped on the windowsill, "You have been away from him for too long, the curse of death has caught up with you."

Jason admired Foye's body for a while. He made a hole in his forehead. At this time, Best appeared, but he didn't pursue it.

"Tim? Is this a way for you to tie me to him?"

"It's a way of protection," Best said. "It protects him and you. Sooner or later, you will be able to break free from the influence on your own, but it will take a long time."

"Sounds like some kind of tranquilizer," Jason commented.

"In human terms, that's it." Best licked his paw gracefully, "You can choose to rely on him or not. The ultimate goal of our transaction is to reshape the fact of your death, and eliminating the impact is the first step."

Jason blinked, which made him look a lot more youthful, "But I don't want to."

"You will, Jason," Best said affirmatively, "because you're the type of person who fights for the wishes of others."

"FBI!"

Hotchner held his gun, alert.Nearby patrol officers found Hayley and Jack and took them to safety.This was one of the few times in his life when Hotchner felt that God heard his voice.

Hayley said a young boy went in and confronted Foye.Before Hotchner and the others had time to organize their forces, they heard a gunshot from inside the house.

They rushed in, and in the master bedroom on the second floor, a young boy stood, standing in front of Foyer's body.

Hotchner didn't dare to put down his gun, he couldn't judge the danger of the person in front of him.

Is he a killer, or a self-defender?

"Relax." The boy threw the gun away. He kept his back to them, preventing them from seeing his face. "Did the spoiler find you?"

"Yes," Hotchner said, his finger numbly resting on the trigger, "she's taking care of the other one, Batgirl."

"Whoa, hopefully the sedative works and she doesn't get slapped in one eye socket by her best sister," the boy said.

Hotchner exchanged glances with the other FBI behind him, "Put your hands behind your head and squat down. I promise this is temporary."

The boy ignored them. "One last question, Agent Hotchner. Foye wants to lay hands on your wife and son, and if I don't get there in time... if... I mean..."

"Are you going to shoot this goddamn serial killer to protect them?"

Hotchner didn't want to answer, "I will."

"...I see." The boy sighed very lightly, "Little Jack is very lucky, he has a heroic father who will do everything to protect him."

"Come here," Hotchner quietly approached him, "we will protect you too."

"Say them good-bye for me," said the boy, and jumped!

He disappeared in the crystal glass shards.

The author has something to say: I (wrote to shoot Foye in a barrel): Handsome!

I remembered yesterday that everyone mentioned Brother Tong's slow sheep and sheep shape

Me: not handsome

In order to no longer have a picture in our minds, let's hide the grass as an electronic probe mask

But yesterday there was no such thing. Yesterday the barrel was disguised as a law enforcement officer, the buddy who was tortured by Foye in the plot

small theater:

Morgan: Is there a grass growing on top of his head?

Delicious Uncle: ...Yes.

Emily: Kind of cute.

JJ: Very cute.

Garcia: Very cute.

Uncle Rose: Italian men don't do that.

Rhett:?