[Zhongyingmei] The little angels of the big ones

"Mr. Stark, we now suspect that Miss Watson was kidnapped by a serial killer who is currently running around in Manhattan." JJ, who has always been in charge of communicating with the victims' families, did not hesitate to speak.The simpler and clearer your communication in these moments, the better.

——Especially if the opponent is a battle-tested superhero.

"Well, Mr. Stark." The other party only replied a word, and then JJ hung up the phone.

"How is it?" Hochner flipped through the documents on the table and looked at JJ, as did other people in the conference room.

"Mr. Stark said he'll be there soon." JJ put Rosa's phone down.It's not that they don't want to contact Iron Man in other ways, it's that they simply can't—who knows how many people call that superhero every day.

BAU came here this time at the invitation of the Manhattan Police Department to assist in the investigation of the recent serial murders in the vicinity.

In the past two months, there have been eight murders and abandoned corpses around Manhattan.

In the United States, where the crime rate remains high, murders and abandoned corpses occur from time to time, but it is really abnormal that such a high frequency of abandoned corpses occurs in Manhattan, where the headquarters of the Avengers is located.

So, after a fruitless consultation with a prominent psychologist, the Manhattan Police Department called the BAU.

Hotchner and others took over the case and arrived at the Manhattan Third Precinct at 10:[-] this morning to assist in the investigation.

"Rosamond Watson left the shopping center at 1:30 p.m.." Reed quickly recounted what happened. "She was attacked less than 5 minutes after she separated from her friends." The surveillance cameras that clearly captured the images of Rosa's attack were all destroyed in the morning.

"This is Manhattan, and the headquarters of the Avengers Building is not even more than 10 minutes away from the place where she was attacked." Reid still had an impression of Rosa. "And she is very smart, I don't think she will be approached easily." But Rosa did indeed disappear into the surveillance screen out of thin air.

"Start with the investigation of the victims." David Rossi leaned back in his chair and looked at the glass panels pasted by them. "The eight victims who were killed before, plus today's Rosamund Watson, what do they have in common." He knocked on the table.

"Well... the youngest victim is today's Watson, who is 18 years old. The oldest victim is only 22 years old." Amison flipped through the information in his hand. "College students, high school graduates waiting for college to start. All of them are from good families, students from prestigious schools, and reserve soldiers from prestigious schools." In other words, they should all have a bright future.

"But other than that their personal lives are very different." Rhett pointed to the photo. "The first victim is an athlete with healthy lifestyle habits; the second victim likes to go to nightclubs and likes to date boys; the third and fourth victims like to read in the library and don't like to go out; the fifth One victim enjoyed road trips with friends; a sixth victim took drugs; a seventh victim was a player on the school football team."

"The most recent victim was a very devout Christian." JJ rubbed his head, "and Rosa, who is currently missing, doesn't have any religious beliefs." In other words, the types of victims vary greatly.

"He must be smart enough and charming enough to make girls with such a big difference in personality trust him and follow him." Morgan expressed his opinion.

"NO", Reid disagreed with Morgan's opinion, "We assume that the other victims left with the suspect on their own initiative." He pointed to the photo of Rosa on the desktop, "But she won't." The tone is very sure.

"Why?" Hotchner listened to the views of the team members. "Red, you met her alone half a month ago, tell me what you think." Knowing more about the victim may help them learn more about the murderer.

"She..." Rhett hesitated for a moment. "She is not an ordinary 18-year-old high school student." "I asked her at the end of that case if she could persuade the prisoner to plead guilty." Rosa's answer at the time Reid never told his colleagues, he just told everyone that the little girl was terrified , refused to go to the police station. "She told me at the time that if she had chosen to stand by in the first place, then she would never bother others to seek justice for the real victim."

"So?" Rossi looked at Rhett questioningly.

"Her personality looks very lively and easy to get along with, but it's not like that." Rhett rubbed his brows, "The thing we were talking about at the time was about a person's life and death, but when Rosa refused me But without any hesitation." An 18-year-old child said that it is not normal for an 30-year-old child to have no confusion and fear when it comes to life and death, "Rosamond is a very principled person. Anyone. We previously deduced that the murderer was an attractive rich man in his early [-]s, but if it was Rosa, I don’t think she would be deceived by someone like that and walk away with him.”

That little girl clearly has a temperament that hides needles in the cotton, she looks soft and innocent as hell, but in fact she understands it in her heart.

"Garcia said before that all the surveillance cameras on that street were vandalized?" Reid suddenly thought of this.

"That's right." Garcia affirmed this during the remote connection.

"Before, we locked this street based on the route where the criminal threw the body." Reid pointed to the street where Rosa disappeared. "But what if Rosa's disappearance was not a temporary intention?"

"You mean she was the target of the murderer." Emily understood what Rhett meant. "In that case, the murderer's real target was never the first victim, but the last one."

"Then the murderer is likely to be someone close to Rosamund Watson."

"Agent Hotchner," a police officer knocked on the door in surprise, "Mr. Stark is here."

Rosa felt a severe headache, and she almost exhausted all her strength to forcefully open her eyes.

"Ah..." Raising her arm with difficulty, Rosa wanted to touch her head, but found that one of her hands was bound to the head of the bed by cold handcuffs.As her eyes gradually adapted to the dark environment, Rosa realized she was in an extremely strange room.

Starry sky patterns are painted on the dark ceiling, and the walls are covered with intricately patterned and heavily colored wallpaper.She was lying on a bed by herself, over which was hung an ornate curtain.Vaguely, Rosa saw a thick wool carpet on the dark marble floor tiles.

——Weird retro style collocation.

"Uh..." Rosa tugged on the handcuffs with her free hand but to no avail.She struggled to sit up, her top-heavy feeling making it difficult for her to concentrate.

"Ah..." Rosa, who couldn't sit still, knocked her head on the head of the bed and made a "boom".

The room was silent, except for Rosa's uncomfortable groans, there was no other sound.

"Uh..." Shaking her head vigorously, Rosa desperately recalled the last scene she saw before fainting——

A man dressed as a tourist bumped into her, knocking her on the shoulder as she couldn't dodge.Then the other party apologized, and then she felt dizzy and pretentious, and she didn't know anything when her eyes went dark.

She was kidnapped!

This realization gave Rosa a chill.

who is it?Is it an Avengers foe or something else?How did the other party find her?

"you're awake".

Suddenly, the door was pushed open silently, and a dark figure walked in.The thick wool carpet on the floor prevented Rosa from hearing the footsteps of the approaching people.

Rosa bit her lip nervously. "...Who are you?" There was an uncontrollable tremor in the voice. "What do you want?" Or is the other party just an ordinary kidnapper asking for money?

"Rosa." The visitor got closer, and Rosa could finally see the other person's face clearly.The man is very tall, definitely more than 180 cm.Blonde hair, blue eyes, and thin-rimmed glasses.

Rosa's heart sank.

If the kidnapper who took the hostages was not at all afraid of being seen, then there was only one possibility—he had no intention of letting the hostages walk out alive.

She was so nervous that she touched the wristband that Iron Man gave her to detect vital signs and has its own GPS positioning—the bracelet was gone.

"What are you looking for?" The man leisurely pulled up a chair and sat in front of the bed. "Those little gadgets that Iron Man gave you?" He smiled sarcastically, "How could I possibly let you keep those?" He mocked Rosa's naivety.

Rosa could clearly hear the sound of her heart beating wildly in her chest—how could the other party know that she had a connection with Iron Man?And how did she know that Iron Man gave her the thing disguised as a normal sports bracelet?

"Don't you remember me?" The man didn't give Rosa a chance to breathe, he pulled the girl's hair, "Don't you remember?!" His expression was ferocious.

"Let go!" Rosa tried to snatch her hair back with her free hand, but to no avail, "Ah! Let go!" The pain on her scalp made Rosa shed tears unconsciously. "Powell Nixon! You scum, let me go!" She remembered who this man was.

It was a few months ago.A girl in Rosa's class had a family golden retriever who was sick. She took her to her usual veterinarian twice, but nothing improved.The anxious girl came to Rosa and asked her to help find a reliable pet hospital.

Of course Rosa obliged, and then took the big golden retriever and her classmates to a veterinarian she knew very well.

The old veterinarian was skilled and caring, and the golden retriever recovered quickly.And Powell Nixon was hired by the pet hospital less than a week ago to be an assistant to the old doctor.

The golden retriever stayed in the hospital for 3 days, but the night before he was about to be discharged from the hospital, the always well-behaved golden retriever ran out of the hospital cage and was hit by a car to death less than 30 meters away from the pet hospital.

Bloody.

Rosa's classmates were very sad, and the hospital also actively compensated, and the matter had come to an unsatisfactory end - after all, it was an accident, and no one wanted it.

But Rosa always felt that there was something wrong with the new physician assistant, Powell Nixon.The golden retriever scratched Powell's paw on the first day of his visit to the hospital because he was afraid of getting an injection. Although the doctor's assistant said he was fine, Rosa was deeply impressed by the flash of ferocious expression on his face.

Sure enough, Rosa later found dried blood on the tires of Powell Nixon's car parked in the parking lot.

Naturally, the pet hospital fired Powell Nixon immediately, and wrote this matter into his job application file.

After that, Rosa never saw each other again. She thought that the other party had left Manhattan——

Until now.

"Hehe, you never thought you would fall into my hands, did you?" Powell threw Rosa on the bed, "You bitch." His expression twisted strangely.

Rosa panted slowly, trying to calm down her fear.

[Ding Dong, Rosa sauce, don't be afraid, don't forget that you still have me! 】The APP suddenly said, 【Don't forget that you are a cheater, you are not the same as those coquettish sluts outside!Just a psychopath, could it be more terrifying than a clown? <(￣ˇ￣)/] APP’s tone of voice was extremely proud, [We even cleaned up the clown, why are we still afraid of him? ! 】

"Hmph, it took several months before you dared to attack me." Rosa let herself sit against the head of the bed, and at the same time adjusted her posture calmly.Natasha has taught her for so many days. Although she is not yet proficient in fighting skills, her body's flexibility and agility have been greatly improved. "Powell, don't you just follow me quietly like a mouse every day without doing anything for the past few months?"

I have to say that what APP said gave Rosa a reassurance.

It's strange that the apps that appear on her body always make her feel unreal, so at a critical moment, she didn't expect that she is also a big killer now.

Afraid of a ball!

"Hahahahaha", Powell laughed nervously, "No, no, no, I've done a lot of things in the past few months." He got up and turned on the light in the room.The bright lights dazzled Rosa's eyes.

"Look at it!" Powell pulled a whiteboard from the corner. "I still have to thank you, you reminded me." He lifted the white cloth from the whiteboard, "I finally understand that people who are too kind will be bullied, so now I finally understand what to do."

"Ah..." Rosa took a breath.Bloody photos were plastered on whiteboards.

"The case of killing and abandoning corpses in Manhattan..." The visual impact of the photo was so strong that Rosa felt sick to her stomach.

"Oh, I did it." Powell said triumphantly. "They're all damned. This!" He pointed to a girl with blond hair, "How dare she ignore me!", "And this", he tapped another photo of a girl with brown hair, "This You idiot, she dared to compete with me for a seat in the library."

Powell's eyes were hideous and terrifying.

Is it because of this reason to kill? !

Rosa moved her legs.

"Your self-esteem is really fragile." Her head was still dizzy, and Rosa didn't know what Powell in front of her smelled or ate.But she reckoned, and felt that she would probably have the strength to walk now. "Do you know what happens to you if it happens to someone else?"

Extreme self-esteem is an expression of low self-esteem.Powell Nixon's fragile self-esteem made him unable to bear revenge even if he was scratched by a dog. What's the point of living for such a person?Better to be dead and clean.

"They won't remember at all." Rosa sat up straight, looking directly at Powell. "Do you know why I didn't remember who you are in the first place? Because you are not important at all. To me, you are nothing."

Powell put down the whiteboard and walked slowly to the bed.He seemed to want to teach Rosa, who still offended him in this situation, a lesson.

[Dingdong, I selected a skill suitable for Rosa sauce to use now——#这是敏打下的江山娜#, arresting murderers is everyone’s responsibility, this skill is $10 per minute d=====( ￣▽￣*)b]

Tony Stark stood in the conference room of the Manhattan Police Department's Third Precinct with a serious expression on his face.

"Mr. Stark, Rosa will be fine." Harry was the informant.After he separated from Rosa, he suddenly remembered that there was something he wanted Rosa to pass on to Peter.So I chased after it.As a result, he saw Rosa's cell phone thrown on the ground, so he quickly called the police.

Tony wasn't in the mood to talk to Harry right now. "Mr. Osborne, please wait outside first." Natasha, who was disguised as Iron Man's personal assistant, perfunctory Harry.

"What have you found now?" Iron Man's serious look put a little pressure on everyone in the BAU and the Manhattan police chief who came over.

"All the monitoring probes at the time of the incident were sabotaged, and now we..." Garcia, who was on the other end of the computer, saw that the real technology touch was in front of him, and he was too excited to speak.

"Jarvis!" Jarvis responded and took over the network screen, automatically checking Rosa's trajectory.

"Her things were thrown away separately." Natasha pointed to the satellite image on the screen, exchanged a glance with Stark - all Rosa's equipment related to the Avengers had been thrown in another In an inconspicuous corner, neither the policeman nor Harry Osborn noticed.

The robber must have been familiar with Rosa's life.

"She went shopping with friends today, why is she alone?" Tony knocked on the table.

"It is said that her friend is temporarily busy." JJ flipped through Harry's recorded statement.

"Sir", Jarvis has already checked Rosa's whereabouts. "Miss Rosa is in a building 5 kilometers away." Jarvis zoomed in on the screen.

"I'll go first." Tony ignored the others, stood up and put his hands on the Mark 5, and then took off directly from the window.

"Mr. Stark!" Hotchner wanted to stop him, but he didn't have time.

"Rom..." Natasha immediately got up and walked out of the meeting room, while Clint was waiting in the car.

"Let's act." Hotchner greeted his colleagues helplessly.

Tony didn't even care about the lack of energy on the Mark 5, and flew directly from the sky.Rosa fell into the hands of a serial killer who had already brutally murdered 8 girls, which really made him feel terrified.

It took less than a dozen seconds for Iron Man to fly at full strength at a distance of 5 kilometers. When he landed, Tony observed the building in front of him—it was a two-story building that had been sealed and would be rectified next month.

"Sir, the heat sensor shows that there are two humans on the second floor." Jarvis faithfully conveyed the information to his husband, "According to the comparison, one of them is Miss Rosa."

Tony acted immediately.

"Rosa!" Going up to the second floor, Stark found the girl who was leaning against a wall and was a little wobbly. "Rosa, are you injured?" The little girl's eyes were red, and there were obvious abrasions on her wrist.

"No..." Rosa felt very dizzy.

"Where is that bastard?" Tony picked up Rosa, eager to teach that bastard a lesson.

"Kudden", the sound of something falling on the ground sounded, and then there was the sound of water.

"Sweetheart?" Tony touched Rosa's face, a little hesitant whether to send the person out first and then come back to arrest him.

"Stark!" Natasha and Clint also rushed over.

"FBI!" BAU people led the task force also arrived.

"Where is the prisoner..."

Hotchner swears that he has never seen such a scene in his life.

A man in a shirt and glasses who seemed to be the suspect came out of the corner slowly.He didn't react at all to the guns the SWAT officers pointed at him.

"Hands up!" shouted the task leader.

Then, the murderer really raised his hand.

The trousers fell slowly.

"This is the country that I conquered!" The man wearing glasses blushed with excitement, "Ah! These are all my people!"

then……

"Wow..."

Hotchner joined the FBI 10 years ago, and for the first time saw a criminal taking off his pants and urinating on the police who came to arrest him.

"My people!" the voice of the man wearing glasses was high.

"Ah, hurry up and give me some water." After urinating, the man seemed very dissatisfied. "Hurry up, I don't have enough urine, my territory is still so big and unmarked!"

The line of sight shifted slowly, and everyone in the BAU and members of the task force saw that there was a pool of water stains in every corner of the building.

"Ah! The country I conquered!"

The man slowly raised his left leg, posing in a golden rooster independent pose——

"Subjects, accept the watering of my love!!!"

"Wow..."

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"Aaron," David Rossi held his gun, his face livid.

"Can I kill him?"

……

"Sir, the Avengers seems to have recruited a new mutant recently." A certain male voice was very low.

"Oh?" The voice on the other end of the phone paused, "Observe closely."

The author has something to say: the paws with too sluggish hand speed lay flat and mocked, 55555... I originally wanted to assign another skill to this murderer, but I didn't think it was funny enough, so I changed it to this one - a murderer with such a strong self-esteem After being sober, it is probably worse than death.

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