[Variety Drama] Mobility Scourge

"Really put Reid on it? He doesn't look like an antique guy at all."

Sitting on the surveillance car 200 meters away, Morgan asked questions while observing the surroundings. The Easter egg made by Lucida was accelerated, and Garcia also successfully created an account. Chatting and fishing attracted MaxBeerbohm Attention, now they can know the information and whereabouts of those children from Max Beerbohm as long as they lead Max Beerbohm to catch him.

Garcia's cheerful voice came from the communicator: "Oh, if you log in, the other party won't come out to connect, and you don't look like an antique buyer."

"Then what am I like?"

Morgan showed his straight teeth, and before he could smile, he was struck.

"Like a smuggler."

Morgan's aura is there, just standing there will not be ignored by others, the tattoos on the arms of the excellent figure, and the bad smile, if it is not for the FBI, he looks more like a gangster figure, but standing far away Reid, with a slender figure holding a heavy wooden box, looks like a down-and-out college student looking for a living.

"Reid is the best fit."

Hotch said lukewarmly: "Reid's temperament is the most suitable, he will not arouse others' suspicion."

Lucida blinked her eyes, Hotch thought so highly of Reid, but she was still a little curious: "Why." Reid didn't look like a...a guy suitable for hooking up with people...

"Because Reid looks harmless, he has no attack power!"

Garcia excitedly answered for Hotch, and Morgan had to say that he agreed with Garcia's point of view. One of the reasons why Reid is easy to relax is that Reid himself looks harmless.

"Attention, the target is coming."

Hotch interrupted the teasing of several people, Morgan and JJ both pursed their lips and put on a straight face, there was still a faint smile at the corner of their mouths if you looked carefully.

Of course Reid didn't know that his good teammates were talking about him in the surveillance car not far away. At this moment, he only felt that the wooden box in his hand was getting heavier and heavier. Reid pursed his mouth and took a deep breath and lifted the wooden box in his hand, but The thin boy has limited arms, and the eggs in the wooden box are heavy in terms of weight and price.

"Frank Fiegel?"

The man who walked over had no expression on his face, his deep voice was devoid of emotion, his cold gaze fixed on Reid, causing Reid to open his mouth and forget to answer: "Yes, yes, it's me."

Reid is really not used to the name of this identity created by Garcia, and Garcia is full of malice in it.

"You brought things here, we need identification."

The other party was as cold as a machine, and the other party was just an executor. Reid nodded with his expression unchanged: "Yes, of course, can I sell it for a good price?"

"It depends on whether your things are genuine."

Reid's face turned red subtly, what he was holding was an absolute fake, but Reid opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Of course it's true!"

"Oh, it's hard to lie about the honest boy."

Lucida sighed deeply, but this sigh sounded more like a complaint, Lucida raised her eyebrows and smiled lightly at Garcia on the other side of the screen: "Frank Fiegel? Garcia, you are so bad."

That name doesn't fit Reid at all!Quite inconsistent!

Reid came back disheartened, and after the other party took the Easter eggs and drove away, Reid approached BAU's car, opened the back door of the car, and Lucida, who was closest, winked and smiled at Reid first: "Hey, Popeye, how do you feel. "

Lucida's obvious teasing made Reid puff up his cheeks, and he subconsciously retorted, "It doesn't feel good at all, Oliver."

"puff!!"

Morgan sprayed water uncontrollably again, Popeye, Oliver, you two are so cute!

Obviously Reid also realized what he said, and his fair face began to flush again. Lucida and Reid will not flirt like Garcia and Morgan, but there will be a little spark in the occasional conversation between the two. Hotch as BAU's Parents', although they will not object to team members falling in love, but they can't fall in love at work, the supervisor coughed: "Reid, what's the situation?"

Reid returned to the topic, but his tone was a little lost:

"Sorry, I let him go, MaxBeerbohm didn't show up, they took the easter egg, let me go back and wait for information."

Reid's loss was exchanged for Hotch's chuckle: "We just need them to take the easter eggs."

Reid may have a low EQ, but his IQ is off the charts. He instantly understood what Hotch meant: "You put the tracker!"

No wonder he was so relieved, he only promised to let them take the eggs, and they could directly find the warehouse in New York by relying on the tracker in the eggs, Reid looked at Lucida with an innocent expression, with a big expression of 'Why didn't you tell I' means.

Lucida expressed her innocence and also put on a 'I thought you knew' expression.

Morgan twitched the corners of his mouth, these two guys, besides making eye contact, can they also communicate with expressions? Heh, try it with Babygirl next time.

******

Reid and Lucida's mission has been completed, and Garcia and Morgan's job is next. Relying on the tracker in the egg, Garcia quickly found the location of the tracker, and Morgan led people directly into the warehouse in New York to catch live people.

"Where is the child?"

Gideon is in charge of the interrogation. No one will doubt the ability of this senior profiler. In the interrogation room of NYPD, there are only Max Beerbohm and Gideon they captured. He has not changed since he entered the police station. He is not panicked or worried at all. He has a little beard and looks about 40 to [-] years old, but the shrewdness in his eyes shows that this man has a wealth of experience. Get yourself out of danger.

Max Beerbohm looked at Gideon for a while, he grinned and smiled slowly: "Oh? FBI, I have dealt with the FBI many times, but this is the first time I have met BAU. It is an honor to meet you."

This man's slow and long tone can let people know that this is a man who is difficult to get useful information from his mouth.

"I hate this guy."

Morgan hated this kind of bastard who was good at finding topics, and would talk about his crimes in general.

"You are a successful businessman. You can do it for so many years without being caught by the FBI. Why did you suddenly let those kids expose you? This is not your style."

Gideon spoke very calmly, staring at the man opposite, the other's indifferent smile remained unchanged: "Style...my style is to let valuable things sell for their due price."

"Smuggling contraband and child trafficking is not a crime, you wouldn't put yourself at risk, what made you take that risk?"

"I'm an artist, not a human trafficker. I created this website, but it doesn't mean that every auction item has been approved by me. Do you know eBay, everyone is a store, I just provide a sales chain, can you guarantee Can a hen control the chicks to lay eggs after giving birth to them?"

Max Beerbohm's smug smile makes people feel that he deserves a beating, but the more he hates his smile, he can't deny his words. He may have committed the crime of reselling art, but it cannot be established that he has the crime of human trafficking, but he can control this website. You will know the information about the person who trafficked the child, the information about the trafficked children.

"Tell me where the child is, where it was sold, and who sold it to you, so that I can sue you for only selling contraband, otherwise you will have an additional charge of child trafficking."

Gideon's tone was very flat, but he didn't have a tone of discussion, and his lukewarm tone could not be refused. Max Beerbohm shrugged, his expression showed that he was not afraid of the crime, but his eyes said again, he didn't want to Being charged with this crime, Max Beerbohm exhaled deeply, then suddenly changed his tone, and said very easily: "Let her talk to me, maybe I will speak."

she?

Gideon frowned, not realizing who this 'she' was.

"Who?"

Max Beerbohm propped his chin with his hands, and smiled wickedly: "That woman, the woman who made that egg, Lucida Genovese."

As soon as Max Beerbohm finished speaking, everyone outside turned their attention to Lucida. Lucida was also puzzled, and looked back at them with an innocent face. Morgan raised the corner of her mouth curiously: "Do you know this guy?"

"I'm pretty sure . . . I haven't seen him."

Lucida thought about it in her memory bank, and indeed she had never seen this man, and Gideon inside nodded to Hotch, and Hotch said to Lucida, "Genovese, go in and try to find out the whereabouts of those children."

"Okay! Wrap it on me!"

Lucida said very energetically, and Reid gave a suggestion after thinking about it: "Lucida, be gentle..."

"Am I violent?!"

Who gave Reid the illusion that she is violent!She has always maintained a very ladylike appearance!Apparently Lucida had forgotten the way she had exposed her strength during the previous encounters. Moreover, as far as Reid's college memories were concerned, Lucida had the appearance of blowing up when things went wrong a few times... It's true... not warm.

******

"You want to meet me?"

Lucida walked into the interrogation room, and Gideon walked out. Lucida sat opposite Max Beerbohm. She didn't look like an interrogator. She looked more like a close sister who wanted to talk. I was younger than I imagined, I always wanted to meet you, when I saw that easter egg, I knew that the only person who can imitate a work of art to this extent is you."

"How do you know it's me?"

"Because we are the same kind of people. You probably don't know how famous you are in our industry. I saw your signature in the Metropolitan Museum. It's a great work."

Lucida twitched her lips, and silently shifted her gaze to the glass next to her. She knew that there were a bunch of people watching her behind the glass, but being blackmailed in the interrogation room is a bad history, okay?She was obviously the one who was interrogating why she was blackmailed!Hotch behind the glass also looked at Lucida silently, he knew the meaning of Lucida's gaze, but he already knew the dark history of this girl, and the guilty look of the girl inside made him a little speechless.

It's really a typical guilty conscience.

"What is he saying?"

Morgan didn't understand the meaning of Max Beerbohm's words, looked at JJ, JJ also looked confused, Hotch thought for a while, and decided to tell a few people the information: "Lucida Genovese was once a well-known art restorer, she helped many countries recover lost art ...Many of our museums have her 'works'." Hotch's words are very profound, and Morgan seems to understand, but he is still puzzled: "Then why did she enter the BAU?" Isn't it more suitable for the Art Crime Unit?

"Because this is just one of her skills, she is very useful, and the superiors let us make good use of her abilities."

"Another Garcia..."

Morgan muttered, in fact, it is not as simple as what Hotch said. Although Hotch said it very formally, how could they not understand Hotch's subtext: "This girl is a useful guy, but she is a disobedient guy. Let's take a firm look at her, make good use of her talents, and don't let her spend her talents on other places!"

Morgan really didn't expect Lucida's background to be so complicated. It seems that Reid's 'friend' is really not simple, but... what is one of the skills?

After a long time, Morgan has known Lucida for a long time, and finally understands what is called 'one of the skills'. For this, Derek Morgan's only exclamation is: whatthefuck!

"I'm not the same kind of person as you. I don't know how to sell children. Although my professional ethics is not very good, I have a good character!"

Hearing Lucida's words, several people outside the room couldn't help but twitch their mouths. Is this girl too thick-skinned? Reid couldn't help but want to cover his face, Morgan patted Reid's shoulder with admiration, in contrast to Reid's thin skin, Lucida's thick skin can complement him.

"Those kids have nothing to do with me."

Gideon has been observing Max Beerbohm, and it can be seen from his conversation that he is highly educated. He has always leaned back in his chair and showed a confident look. This man has always been confident in his ability. He said, "We This world', that is to say, this man's career may be related to art, or even a person with a high status. Only with extremely high ability can he have the confidence to talk about his industry, sign...works...

Gideon seemed to think of something, he knocked on the glass and signaled Lucida to come out.

"You use your work to elicit his message. He is extremely confident in his own abilities. You have to knock him down in his professional field, let him let go, and exchange news about the child. What he cares about is not the child, but the child. It's his ability, he's showing it off."

Saying that Gideon added: "I know you can."

"...Yes, boss."

Lucida gave Reid a subtle look, Reid expressed his innocence, he didn't say anything, it's all Hotch said...

"MaxBeerbohm, let's play a game and see which of us has the better work. If you can't surpass me, tell me about the child. You know the rules, our world..."

Lucida smiled childishly, the girl's bright smile was full of malice, and her pink lips said word by word: "You must be able to afford to gamble, afford to play, and afford to lose."

Max Beerbohm raised his eyebrows, his self-confidence has always been hit by Lucida, he was questioned, he did not care about those children, but his works were challenged by a woman in her 20s, Max Beerbohm did not Accepted hesitantly: "Prado Museum - black oil painting."

"The Louvre - The Raft of Du Mesa."

"..."

Max Beerbohm's expression was stunned for a moment: "That painting is fake?!"

"You lost, tell me, where is the child?"

"788 Sadir Street."

Max Beerbohm is really refreshing, he can afford to gamble, play and lose.

"...National Gallery of Art, Madonna."

MaxBeerbohm started another round of competition, Morgan just wanted to keep his mouth open, are the paintings reported by the two of them fakes they copied, or even those fakes are in the art gallery, no one knows, Gideon That’s right, he’s showing off, what he wants is not for his works to stay in the museum with peace of mind all the time, but to be discovered and enjoy the pleasure of replacing the real ones with his works at that moment, which is the highest honor in their world, Just like in the crime novel world, for a crime novelist, it is the highest honor for a crime novelist to be murdered by a real serial murderer using the criminal methods in the book.

"The Art Museum of Chicago, Gard Bridge."

"..."

"Who did you sell the child to?"

"The buyer of the first child was called Huggins Hill and the buyer of the second child was Lizzie Griffin."

He didn't say 'who did I sell the child to', but the buyer. He denied that he sold the child. He just built a website for sellers to sell on the Internet. He only manipulated the last link, looking for Customer, sell the item, the appearance of the child is an accident, a weird accident.

"Again."

Play another round.

"U.S. Archives, 1921 Reich Bond, Berlin, Germany."

"..."

Lucida frowned, the other party had already shown a triumphant smile, Lucida pursed her lips and smiled helplessly: "You are indeed very powerful."

"I win……"

"but……"

Before Max Beerbohm finished speaking, Lucida continued leisurely. This but also gives people a leisurely feeling: "Next time you go to Bank of America, you can look at the bank's stamp under polarized light."

"..."

"You lost! Tell me, who sold you the child!!"

Lucida slammed the table, and the loud noise not only startled Max Beerbohm, but also the few people outside.

"I have no idea……"

"You're kidding me!"

"But I know who he's going to sell his next kid to!!!"

"What did you say?!!!"

Lucida looked at the glass in confusion, but she couldn't see what was behind the glass, Hotch frowned and thought of it with Gideon: "This is not a simple auction..."

"This is a premeditated auction where the buyer has already been determined... The unknown suspect has a purpose..."

******

Later, when Lucida walked out of the interrogation room, Esposito and Ryan looked at her with very subtle eyes. Reid stood aside and touched the back of his neck without speaking, pretending to be an ornament. Ryan was pushed by Esposito and asked as a representative: "Hey... those... works you mentioned, are they real? You really..." imitated those?

Lucida looked at Ryan's tangled look, blinked her eyes, and denied it innocently: "Of course it's fake."

fake, fake?What is said in it is decent, but it is false?

"Of course, what a high-ranking person you think I am. If I really did that, I would have been in federal prison long ago. Of course it is fake. Isn't the FBI interrogation best at blowing up your words? China has There is an old saying called 'Soldiers never tire of cheating'."

Lucida triumphantly looked like a cat that stole the fish. Esposito and Ryan were a little disappointed when they heard Lucida deny it. Although they didn't know what they were missing, Lucida sighed and added: "What I said , not by me, but by another guy."

"That is to say, these things are true?"

Lucida nods, of course it's true, because the guys who do these 'great' things are in federal prison.