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I was thinking about their last expression until I got on the train. When I was standing at the train gate, Reid pulled my clothes, and I quickly came back to my senses. After the fear was interrupted once, it was difficult to condense again. I'm a little nervous now, but not scared.

I reached out and wanted to push the compartment door, but Reid grabbed me, knocked on the door first, and said tentatively, "Becher, are we coming in?"

He spoke quickly: "Come in."

Only then did Reid push the door open and go in.

The inside was not full of people. I don't know what kind of mentality Becher had, he drove everyone to the corner to squat, and he sat alone on the other side, looking very different from each other.

His face has not changed, but his aura is completely different from yesterday. He looks like a gangster at the moment. He tilted his head and looked at us, then took a step back, the gun in his hand Steadily pointing at the person in the corner: "You can start persuading me, if I don't enjoy hearing it, just—'bang'."

He moved his wrist, made a shooting gesture, and smiled.

Suddenly suppressed crying came from the corner, I couldn't help but glance over there, everyone was staring at me and Reid, the women had tears on their faces, the men were much better, They spontaneously got in front of the ladies and kept all the women behind.

"Maggie, I won't be happy if you look at them." Becher smiled and didn't look at them and fired a shot. There was a scream from the corner. I subconsciously glanced over there and stood in front One of the men was shot in the leg, his face was a little pale, but he was still calm, and the other men were not confused, and quickly took off their clothes to help him bandage.

I glanced at it and quickly looked away, afraid that Becher would lose his nerve again.

"You..." Reid finally spoke, he looked very calm, there was no abnormality except that the speed of speech was a little fast, "You like your father very much?"

"Why do you think so?" Becher said with a smile, looking relaxed, as if he wasn't the one who shot just now.

"What you are doing now is exactly the same as your father did back then, kidnapping, torturing, and finally killing." Reid said quickly, staring closely at Becher's face, "You said you hated your father, I really mean it I didn't even notice that you are walking the path he walked in the past."

Her smile froze for a moment, and then she put it away: "How can you, FBI, understand? You don't even know what kind of environment I lived in since I was a child."

"No, we know." I received a wink from Reid, even though I didn't know why he asked me to say it, and I didn't know what to say, but I subconsciously opened my mouth, after drawing his attention , I can only bite the bullet and continue, "We know how difficult it is for you, but you don't have to be like him."

"You can be a better person, in fact, you're almost there, aren't you?" I tried to keep my tone as light as possible, forcing myself not to look over at Reid, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him slowly heading towards the window move.

All I can do is try my best to attract Becher's attention and give Reid a chance.

"You had a hard childhood, your dad made you watch him torture people, made you torture people, but you didn't fall in love with it, you did a good job." I kinda don't know what I'm talking about, but becher Unexpectedly, I fell silent, tilting my head and showing a listening expression. I can only organize my thoughts while speaking, and keep the speed of speaking as stable as possible. This is so difficult that I feel like I can hardly breathe. I wanted to work hard to get rid of that kind of father, but you did it, you are now a social elite, you have long exceeded your father's expectations, you have become the kind of person your father never thought of, you are different from him."

I don't know what I said wrong, he suddenly laughed, and he was about to blacken: "No, you are wrong, I am the same as him, there is no difference."

"Because! Because you can't control the devil in your heart, killing a person may calm you down for a while, but this peace is only temporary, so you don't think there is any difference between you and him?!" I raised the volume, the whole The body trembled a little because of the tension, Reid was about to succeed, but once Becher's attention was on him, we fell short, I was a little far away from Reid, my speed could not compare with the bullet.

It's not that I didn't think about doing it directly before getting in the car, but he has already suffered a loss. He is standing at least five meters away from me at this moment, and I have no possibility to take him out before he reacts. Down.

"It doesn't look like this to me." I felt that I was so nervous that my throat was about to suffocate, but it was strange that I was so nervous that I was about to faint, but my words were still calm, as if my thoughts and I I didn’t even blink faster, “It seems to me that you are completely different from your father, he can’t control himself, can’t you too? He regards killing as fun, don’t you Is it the same?"

"No, you're right. I used to think I was different from him, but since the moment he forced me to kill my mother, I've discovered..." Becher looked in Reid's direction, he Lying on the seat and slowly drawing the curtains, Becher didn't seem to be very excited at the moment, he sighed and slowly raised his gun towards Reid.

"Reid!" I yelled, Reid looked back at me, and pulled the curtain to the top with a "swish" with his hand, I glanced at Becher, and he continued with a smile on his face: "... ...I found that I couldn't control my desire to kill, I couldn't stop."

I didn't have time to listen to what he had to say, I just cared if I could get in front of Reid before he shot.

I think I ran faster than my [-]-meter sprint record, but I was still a little late-I didn't run a few steps before I heard a "bang" sound behind me, and the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air !

I closed my eyes and jumped vigorously in the direction of Reid, the muscles all over my body were tense, and I even felt the pain myself.

This is the first time I have tried to increase the mental power to such a large range, and I have never tried to block the bullet with myself, but at this moment I can't think so much at all, I only know that he can't shoot Reid.

——The next moment, a sharp pain came from my arm!It was as if a knife had pierced into my flesh fiercely, and the impact even caused me to stagger forward. I saw Reid's eyes widen and he called out my name: "!"

At the same time, a hole was suddenly broken in the window glass next to us, and then there was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground. I covered my arms and looked back. Becher fell to the ground. A lot of blood was shot.

It may be that the mummy was practiced before. I don't feel sick when I look at such a becher, but I just feel a little sad.

Reid touched my arm, and I was shocked and "hissed" in pain, but although it hurt, the bullet didn't even scratch my skin. I rolled up my sleeves and looked, and my arm was a little red. It hurts to press it, but it's okay to use it manually. The bone must be fine. It seems that there will be bruises soon.

I searched on the ground, and found a bullet at my foot, and the head was dented. I suddenly felt that my ability was so powerful. When I looked up, I saw Reid staring at my arm in a daze. I put down my sleeve and pushed Pushed him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

"It's nothing." Reid frowned and looked away, looked at my tangled face, and talked to me quickly, "Did you know that the speed of a bullet is 300 to 400, and it can penetrate within 10 meters A uniform steel plate of 6 mm can form a fixed cavity with a radius of 20 mm by concentrating the human body. The lethality of the American 9 mm series used by Becher can also penetrate a 10 mm steel plate within 3 meters, and is famous for its accuracy and penetration. A normal human body cannot stop a bullet."

I didn't know what to say for a while, but I couldn't help it after a while, and I burst out laughing, raised my hand and patted Reid's shoulder, and then looked at his serious look and found it even more funny: "Ha Hahahaha why are you so cute!"

"Did I say something wrong again?" Reid asked me with a puzzled face, his expression looked very innocent, I waved my hands and supported my waist, and praised him sincerely: "You are so cute."

Reid tilted his head slightly and looked at me puzzled.