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"Ian Doyle has escaped from prison." Strauss handed eight documents to the crowd. "This man is a terrorist. When Emily was an international agent, she worked undercover for many years by his side, and finally cooperated with the police inside and outside to successfully capture him."

"What the hell is Interpol doing? Even a terrorist can't stand it..."

"Agent Greenaway." Strauss interrupted Elle's spit, "This man is behind a whole chain of arms and a criminal network. Although I don't want to admit it, he was captured purely because of his absolute trust in Emily, which led to his own exposure. " She looked at the embarrassment of several people, "I believe you already know about Doyle's method. I collected some background information on Emily from the CIA. It seems that we don't know as much about Prentiss as we imagined. .”

"JeremyWwolff, a member of the Joint Secret Service, came from the German intelligence agency and was also the No. 1 victim. His fiancée, Tisa Mosely, worked for the French intelligence agency and fled to Washington after his death, but was still assassinated." Strauss She was not surprised by the bewildered expressions of several people, and it was obviously in her expectation.She turned her head and continued to explain, "Interpol Sean McAlester, asked the team to investigate Doyle's initiator, who was murdered in Brussels last week along with his wife and children. As for the leader of this secret service team..." She looked at Hotch, "Aaron, you should know him."

"When Emily first came to BAU, he wrote the letter of introduction." Hotch looked at the photo on the screen, "It looks like everyone in this group is on Doyle's blacklist."

"After he escaped from prison, the first thing he will do...isn't he madly taking revenge on those who betrayed him?" JJ tried hard to maintain his emotions, so that his voice would not sound so flustered.She had been with Emily for so long, and shared the same bed, and now she didn't know anything about her beloved's past.

JJ has a deep sense of frustration and powerlessness.

"Yes." Strauss turned on the screen, and a file of Emily's eight years ago slowly appeared in front of everyone. "Lauren Reynolds." Elle frowned. "Is this Emily's alias?"

"Joint Task Force - Detachment 12." Jessie browsed the information on the screen, "In order to complete the mission, she disguised herself as a black market dealer selling arms, lurking next to a terrorist."

"This team specializes in profiling terrorists, and they will use a method that we will not use - infiltration." Rossi stared at the presented information, and the stains on the shirt made him very dissatisfied with cleanliness, and he was very dissatisfied with Doyle's The disgust couldn't help but deepened.

"Infiltrate?" Elle didn't know much about the working methods of the CIA, so she didn't understand the meaning of "infiltrate" for a while.

"Emily, it fits the type he likes." Jessie seemed to have made up her mind, and said this sentence softly. The others were stunned for a while, seeing Strauss folded his arms, and nodded silently.Then he understood, JJ bit his lip and kept silent, but he couldn't concentrate all the time.

"So, let's get to work." Hotch asked Gracia to bring a computer and stay with everyone to work. "Dave, Morgan. You guys check out the Prentiss apartment."

"I also need to go."

"JJ..." The little doctor was not sure if her mood was stable.

"You are the closest person to Emily." Elle also persuaded, "Once our traces are found, Doyle will bear the brunt of you first."

"Emily left without saying goodbye, she must have confronted Doyle." JJ's voice was a little worried, "I won't let her face this alone." She looked at Hotch with a cold tone.

Hotch didn't answer JJ's words directly, but just looked at Elle, "You and Jessie go to the bar where Emily and Doyle first met eight years ago to find out." After thinking about it, he added, "Reid, you too, Take care of each other."

"Hotch probably recognizes his strength very much..." Reid's leg injury just happened, and Jessie's shoulder injury was just recovering. Elle comforted herself looking at the two scumbags assigned to her.

"From the photos, Emily looked natural when she was lurking next to Doyle." Elle sat in the co-pilot, flipping through the photos from eight years ago. "Look at the flowers in her hand, and the panic in her eyes when she was arrested. It's enough to distinguish the fake from the real."

"Wait." Reid, who was sitting in the back row, suddenly said, "Doyle escaped from North Korea with ease, and killed these agents quietly..."

"He installed an undercover agent." Jessie drove the car, looking at the fleeting scene outside the window. "I think Emily's whereabouts may have been exposed."

"That's why Hotch installed bulletproof glass on our car." Elle nodded. "He had expected it."

"Holdon..." Reid looked at the street outside through the window, it was getting late, and the shops on the street were dotted with lights, shining faintly.

"You've been circling around?" Elle realized the strangeness belatedly, looking at Jessie who was driving, "Is someone following us?"

"No." Jessie parked the car on the side of an alley, took a breath, put her hands in the windbreaker pockets with a smirk, "I just want to give Doyle a...meeting gift."

Through the moonlight penetrating into the car, Elle saw a handful that Jessie took out from her pocket—triangular nails.

Emily parked the car not far from a tavern, hiding in the darkness, watching a stretched SUV not far away.She knew, from what she knew about Doyle, that he would be in the car in five minutes.

That's the perfect time to strike, he has gone from a terrorist to a serial killer.She must make herself more ruthless.

The familiar shadow was getting closer and closer to the gate of the tavern. She subconsciously held the submachine gun in her hand, but her thoughts couldn't stop being distracted. She recalled the joy of receiving the gun when JJ was transferred from internal work to external work.And the situation of preparing for the shooting test with myself in the training room...

I'm afraid there is nowhere to look for these days... She shook her head, pressing the memories of getting along with BAU in her heart, and put her hand on the door handle. At the very moment, another black SUV rushed towards her car It drove over, and parked domineeringly in front of it, blocking the originally generous line of sight.

Emily thought it was Doyle's team, and took out a smoke bomb in her left hand, ready to throw it out at the right time, making final preparations for the desperate fight.

The door opened, Reid looked around vigilantly, ran to Emily's car, opened the door, and almost dragged her out of the cab under the cover of night, "Hurry up and get in the car."

The little doctor held the steering wheel with one hand, and took out two guns from under the side of the car door with the other hand and handed them to Emily who was still a little confused: "Germany's latest Browning automatic pistol, 9mm, double-column magazines. You and Reid have one Bundle."

"I'll explain to you why we are here later." Elle also pulled out her pistol from her waist, and watched Doyle's car a hundred meters away. Seeing that Emily was about to speak out of the corner of her eye, she said softly, "You can Think about how to explain to your family that you knocked her unconscious and then sneaked out by yourself." She pulled out her phone and called Hotch, "We found the cat that sneaked out to play, and we saw Doyle car." She thought Hotch would continue to give orders, but what Hotch said immediately made her heart cold.

"Jeremy, the first agent killed by Doyle, sold him the list of secret service teams before he died. This man is a traitor. Emily's whereabouts have been exposed, and your situation is not safe."

"Rossi brought a group of police officers over to your location, and drive back immediately to meet Dave." Before Hotch finished speaking, he heard the sound of fierce exchange of fire from the phone.He took a breath and tried to call out, "Elle?" The only answer was a "beep" when the signal was disconnected.

JJ and Morgan just came back from the survey, and sat at the conference table to help Gracia find all the information about Doyle, and they all heard gunshots without exception. JJ's hands shaking while holding the documents, "They'll be fine..." She closed her eyes, but Morgan still felt that she was crying. Gracia's typing speed obviously slowed down for a while after hearing the gunshots, but a few seconds later, she started to search again.

"It'll be fine." Gracia comforted JJ, "Elle and Emily are sharpshooters, and with the high IQ of the little doctor and the doctor, no one can hurt them..."

"Yes." Strauss, who has always been unsmiling, rarely joined the discussion. "Even the most vicious terrorists can't catch up with them."

Everyone here is an elite who believes in technology. Although they have an inquiring attitude towards Jessie's experience, they have never changed their doubts about science and technology.

But this time, everyone prayed silently in their hearts at the same time, praying for their safe return.

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