[Comprehensive British and American] A vixen has no conscience

The corridor with only windows at both ends is very poorly lit, dim and dark, and the surroundings are very depressing.

Tatata!

The sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs, and the dusty leather shoes stepped on the steps and moved up quickly.The body wrapped in a fitted suit can't move a lot, and men can only choose to increase the frequency of steps to increase their speed.

Boom!The door of the conference room was pushed open.

Several people in the conference room looked back at the door at the same time.

The man's short black hair was a little messy because he rushed over anxiously, his brows were tightly pressed, and it could be seen that he was suppressing his emotions.His complexion was a bit uneasy, and his brown eyes looked at the faces of the people in the room one by one, but their dignified expressions made the man even more depressed.

"What's going on!" Hodge frowned tightly, and his low voice was obviously emotionally unstable.

Gideon, who noticed that Hodge was a little impatient, was the first to comfort him: "Hodge, calm down. Not only us, Al and Fox also need your calmness."

Hodge pursed his lips tightly and looked at the screen on the wall with his deep eyes. The surveillance video on the train to Texas was playing on it.Al was attacked by the gangster with a gun butt, and the weak oriental girl tried to get up to help her, but the gangster pointed two guns at her head.

The bony hand holding the doorknob gradually tightened, and a slight sound came from the handle, as if begging the man to let it go.

Yes, he needs to calm down.Hodge took a deep breath repressedly, forcing his impatience and worry to the bottom of his heart.Only by keeping calm can we find a way to rescue Al and her!

"Okay, how's the situation now?" Hodge walked into the house and closed the door behind him, and the surrounding aura that was about to explode gradually calmed down.It's just that Gideon and others can still feel that Hodge's impending emotional outburst has not subsided, it just entered a countdown.If the current situation does not improve, an explosion will happen sooner or later.

"A total of eight people were hijacked, besides Ayer and Fox, there were five passengers and a patrolling policeman." Reed, who had been watching the surveillance video, said very quickly: "Among them, the patrolling policeman was shot three times. The gun is not dead yet, but the situation is not optimistic."

"Where's the gangster?" Hodge stepped closer, his eyes searching the whole picture as much as possible, not to pay too much attention to the little fox.

When Hodge asked, Morgan put down his phone just after the call.He reported to Hodge what he had done: "The identity of the culprit is still unclear. I have asked Garcia to use facial recognition to investigate their information."

"What is certain is that this gangster has a stiff expression and a sluggish face, and he has received antipsychotic treatment for at least one year." Reid interjected right after Morgan.

"A psychopath?"

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"He seems to... have some mental problems."

On the train to Texas, the car was in a tense and dangerous situation because of a thrilling hijacking.Except for the gunman who was emotionally unstable and kept talking to himself, everyone present had ugly expressions.They all froze, fear and panic occupied their brains, making them afraid to open their mouths for a while.

The little fox who had been squatting next to the policeman and using his demon power to maintain his vitality was not too flustered. He said that he had used some demon power to suppress the estrus last night, but it was not impossible to stop the gunman.She just needs one more chance now...

"His behavior is really strange." Hearing what the little fox said, Al remained calm.She leaned back in the chair slightly, and said to the lady in professional attire sitting behind her, "You are his psychiatrist, right?" identity.

"Yes..." The lady in business attire sounded a little frustrated, as if she felt powerless and blamed herself for her patient's behavior: "I'm his psychiatrist."

The little fox listened to Al's conversation with the psychiatrist, and personally felt that the gangster seemed to be persecuted and paranoid.And... the little fox looked at the gangster who kept walking around in the carriage, looking very anxious.His soliloquy does not seem to be the kind of neurotic self-questioning, as if he is really talking to someone.

"I know, I know! I'm already doing it!" The culprit raised his hand and rubbed his temples, staring hard at the empty seat diagonally opposite, and shouted irritably.

The little fox frowned, what's going on?

"Cough cough!" The policeman's suffocating cough drew the little fox's attention back. She looked down at the policeman who was obviously depressed and about to faint, and quickly stretched out a hand to pinch his face. : "Don't sleep, don't sleep, you won't be able to wake up if you sleep!"

"Ahem, I know." The policeman said weakly, "Can you... pinch it lightly." The swelling pain on his face made him a little helpless.

...The corner of the little fox's mouth twitched speechlessly: "Brother, how can you stay awake if it doesn't hurt."

"Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?"

The gray casual shoes appeared next to the little fox, and the shadows cast a shadow over her and the policeman.The culprit looked down at the two who were whispering, with a gloomy tone as if they were about to call out their names at any time.

"Ted, calm down." The psychiatrist finally couldn't help but speak out. She stood up and subconsciously sighed at the gun that the gangster raised in an instant: "Ted, you shouldn't do this. It's safe here. They won't hurt you, you..."

She's lying, Ted, she's lying to you.

"I..." The gangster, who had just been appeased by the trusted doctor, became confused again.

She wants to confuse you with lies and then take the opportunity to hurt you.

Don't trust her Ted, don't trust anyone, there's no one here to help you but me!

shot!shot!

Only the culprits could see the people talking non-stop.

"No! No! Don't say any more!" Ted's hand holding the gun trembled slightly, struggling between shooting and not shooting.

The little fox is paying close attention to the situation in front of him, and now is a good time to snatch the gun.It's just that the gangster snatched two guns just now, and she didn't notice where he put the other gun. If only one gun was snatched, then the other gun is definitely the best prop for the gangster to kill.

The little fox bit his lower lip, and finally chose to wait and see what happened.

"Ted..." The psychiatrist was still trying to convince the gangster.

Ted!Another voice in the gangster's brain yelled loudly.

"Shut up! Shut up!" Ted yelled a little excitedly: "You, sit back in your seat, immediately!" He ordered the psychiatrist lady.

drop!Drip!

The siren outside the train and the sharp sound of brakes attracted the gangster named Ted. He pointed his gun at the psychiatrist as if threatening, and then took a few steps back to the window.

The little fox looked sideways slightly, his eyes carefully searching the back of the culprit.After a while, she squinted her eyes and saw what looked like a gun butt hanging on his lower back. The black gun butt and the black belt almost merged into one.

It turned out that the other gun was pinned to his lower back!

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Hodge had never driven so fast before, and he thought he was speeding.

The leather shoes stepped on the accelerator continuously, and the car twisted across the flat road and went straight to the railway where the accident happened.The man turned the steering wheel skillfully, and the car turned at the limit, leaving obvious tire marks on the ground with the harsh friction sound.

Everyone looked at Hodge who was almost driving an ordinary car as a racing car, and they knew that he was not at peace at the moment.They looked at each other, just fastened their seat belts, and didn't say much about his unrestrained driving skills.

"What's the current situation?" Everyone made a wave of high-ranking officials to give the gangsters some hints that they were senior officials. After Frank, the person in charge of this operation, brought them into the temporary tent, everyone showed concern. : "Does the bandit have any requirements?"

"There are no casualties at present. The gangsters said that they only need to negotiate with the highest officials, and they don't need to talk about anything else." Frank pointed to the monitor: "There are two cameras on the train on the left and right, and the situation inside is all on it."

According to Garcia's non-hostage information, the people inside have nothing to do to help, and the members of the BAU team can only pray that they will not add trouble.

Everyone was observing the screen on the monitor. Suddenly, the gangster who was leaning against the window stood up, loaded his gun and strode towards the hostages.

"What does he want?" Jennifer frowned.

"No...it's better not to be..." Hodge watched the gangsters getting closer and closer, and the panic in his heart grew bigger and bigger.until...

Bang!

Brown eyes stared coldly at the gangster who was dragging the little fox by the hair on the monitor. Hodge's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and he clenched his fist and slammed it on the table uncontrollably.

"Hodge!" Morgan stepped forward to hold Hodge's shoulder and squeezed it.

"I'm fine." Hodge raised his hand and brushed Morgan's hand away, his slightly angry expression just now calmed down strangely.

Ring Ring Ring!

The single-line comm phone to the train rang.

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Being dragged by the gangsters by the hair all the way to the other side of the carriage, the dense stinging pain made the little fox scream in pain.

"Hey! Let her go!" Al anxiously pulled on the handcuffs, wishing he could rush up and replace the little fox immediately: "Catch me, what do you want to do, I can help you!"

The gangster obviously didn't trust the police. He gave Al a sneer, grabbed the little fox's hand and threw her to the ground.

"Ah!" The little fox punched his elbows on the floor of the carriage, and scratches appeared on his fair skin: "Hiss! It hurts!"

"Pick up the phone and say what I say, don't talk too much, or I will shoot you to death!" The gangster directly fixed the gun on the little fox's face.

The little fox lowered his eyes to look at the gun on his cheek, and silently picked up the phone after a while.

"Yes." A lukewarm male voice came from the other end.

Gideon, the little fox immediately recognized the owner of the voice.

The gangster seemed eager to know the identity of the person on the other end of the phone, and kept asking him if he was a senior officer of the National Security Bureau or the FBI.Coming and going, Gideon's pretentious posture obviously bluffed the bandits, so that the bandits directly snatched the microphone.

In a tent outside the train

Everyone listened quietly to the conversation between Gideon and the gangster, and they were so nervous that they even breathed a lot easier.It wasn't until they successfully delayed for some time that they were slightly relieved.For the next hour, they had to figure out exactly what the culprits were going to remove in order to prescribe the right medicine.

"Your arm is injured." Suddenly, the sweet voice of the little fox came from the phone that hadn't hung up.

Gideon, who was about to hang up, immediately withdrew his fingers, and Hodge and the others also walked a few steps closer to the communication phone.

"Why do you have so many cuts on your arm? Did you make it yourself?" The little fox continued to speak.

"It's none of your business."

The little fox looked at the gangster who had been turning his head to look out the window, thinking how to make him look back into her eyes, hypnotic control was the safest way she could think of at the moment.

"You want to find something in your arm?"

The gangster paused, and slowly turned his head back.

"Is it a chip?" This is basically the case in similar blockbuster movies.

"How do you know!" The gangster looked at the little fox vigilantly.

The little fox turned sideways to the surveillance cameras on both sides, its black pupils instantly stood up, staring at its prey like a wild beast.

"look into my eyes."

The gangster stared blankly at the black eyes in front of him, layers of halos spread around, and everything around him began to blur, only those eyes became clearer and clearer.

Ted!She wants to hypnotize you!close your eyes!

The man's almost tearing scream was like a sharp sword piercing the gangster's brain, and the severe pain made his blurred consciousness instantly clear.

"You want to hypnotize me!" The gangster roared excitedly, raised his gun and pointed it at the little fox.

"No! Don't hurt her!" Al shouted nervously.

She thought it would be successful, but she didn't expect the gangster to break free from her control. She looked at the gun coming straight at her, and quickly grabbed his arm and pushed it hard.

Boom!The bullet fired from the offset gun directly shattered the monitor at one end.

Boo!

One of the monitors in the tent outside the train instantly turned into a snowflake screen.

"God!" Jennifer said impatiently.

Boom!There was another gunshot, and several other monitors also turned into snowflake screens.

The curtain of the tent was pushed aside by a big hand, and a handsome man with an expressionless face came out in big strides.As he walked towards the only entrance of the train, he quickly unbuttoned his suit, took off his coat and threw it on the ground.

The gun was drawn and loaded, and the man walked faster and faster, his brown eyes staring at the train without blinking, which did not hinder his neat operation.

"Hodge, body armor!" Someone chased after him.

However, the man climbed up the short ladder as if he didn't hear it at all.

Here, the little fox held the gangster's gun-holding arm with one hand and raised it upwards, so that his muzzle was always pointing diagonally upwards to ensure that the hostages would not be hurt.The other hand went around behind him to grab another gun pinned to his lower back.

"You really are with them, you are all with them! I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" The gangster started to go insane after repeated stimulations, he yelled crazily, his whole body Struggling hard.

The little fox quickly groped and grasped the butt of the gun. Just as she smiled, her stomach was hit hard by the bandit's knee.

"Oh!" The little fox clenched his teeth and swallowed back the pain.

The culprit knocked the little fox away with his knee, and immediately kicked her out forcefully.

The little fox clutched the butt of the gun tightly, and pulled out the gun while being kicked out of the body.She slammed heavily on the ground between the seats, almost dropping the gun in her hand.

"Go to hell!" The gangster curled his finger to pull the trigger.

Bang!