[Comprehensive British and American dramas] No.1 is called non-plural

Chapter 348

Reid listened to the bickering between Isaac and Morgan back and forth, and didn't express his opinion until they all subsided, "It's not surprising that they are the police."

"what?"

"I mean, it wouldn't be surprising if the person who framed the pastor was the police," Reid said. "Justin Mills has a good reputation because he has the pastor's identity as a cover. Ordinary people don't know his criminal record." Also, he's Canadian, here's Texas, and his former enemies wouldn't come all the way here just to frame him. If they would, it must be a stakeholder. Justin Mills is an outsider here, maybe his behavior Whose interests have been touched, and some information can only be found by insiders. This kind of closed town sometimes implements a closed policy, not what we acquiesce."

"I agree." Garcia, who was still online, cut in, "Guess what I found? Justin Mills' financial dealings are very problematic, which makes me have to suspect one thing, that is, the prostitution ring behind this town. The person is actually him. This kind of thing, that's what he did in Canada."

"Do you think the police here know that he's the one behind the syndicate?" Morgan didn't feel happy about his new discovery, on the contrary, he looked more serious.

"It's hard to say, but if there is a black policeman, he must know everything about Justin Mills." Issac bit his lip, and it was not much better. Black policemen are not so common, but every black policeman brings trouble. Not small.

"We're here because of Coleman, he's been here for only a year, less than eleven months to be exact, and the first victim was killed before he came. It should be with him Irrelevant.” Issac quickly ruled out Coleman’s suspicion, not only because he has a good impression of this Texas tough guy, but also to tell the truth, “As for the others, if there is really a black policeman, then his position will not be Low, you must have certain rights in your hands."

Black cops aren't something anyone can do if they want to, and few low-level cops will take care of them.

"Who do you think is suspect?" Morgan asked, "Because of Coleman's attitude towards you, there are quite a few people in the police station who are friendly and cooperative with you. We can't all doubt them."

"Hey, don't joke around now." Even though I said that, Isaac still followed Morgan's train of thought to recall, but, no.

As he said before, the attitudes of those people were indeed a bit more enthusiastic than normal, but this was not unexplainable. The attitudes of the people in the entire police station were similar. Could it be that there was something wrong with the entire police station?

This is ridiculous.

"Tell Hotch about this guess when we go back." Isaac finally decided to say, "As for the others, just pretend they didn't find anything and observe in secret."

However, when Issac and the others returned to the police station, they realized how difficult it was to find an opportunity to say a few words alone without being noticed, which forced Issac to give up face-to-face communication and switch to text messages.It is precisely because of this that he found that BAU is always in the eyes of others.

Moreover, it is difficult to judge the purpose of this gaze.

After Isaac finished texting, he looked up and met the eyes of a police officer, and got a warm and curious smile.

"Is there anything new?" It's nothing, the man came over and directly asked about the progress of the case.

"Yes, we found a breakthrough." Isaac said calmly, "I was just about to tell you, go and invite Justin Mills."

"Father Mills?" The police officer was taken aback. "How could it be him? He came to the police station yesterday and said that he would do his best to help us find the murderer."

"He does." Isaac nodded. "I think he may know something unconsciously, but he doesn't know it. We need to protect him until the murderer finds out."

The officer nodded, "I'll inform the others right away." Then he left.

"How?" Morgan asked.

Isaac pursed his lips. "A passionate and proactive person."

"At the local police station?" Morgan's voice tinged with a smile.

"Well, everyone wants to solve the case quickly, and we can just leave, but they want to work and live here." Isaac nodded seriously.

"I heard that you are looking for Justin Mills?" Sheriff Coleman walked over, "By the way, thank you for your evaluation of the police officers."

"Just tell the truth." Isaac turned around, with a calm smile on his face, "I have to say, if you make a ranking list of the attitudes of police departments across the country towards the FBI, you guys definitely score well."

"This is what you should do, isn't it?" The female police officer named Vicky smiled, "Guys, you probably don't know, you are really famous, BAU is someone who has been on TV, who doesn't know that you have outstanding abilities ?”

"Oh, it sounds like this has become a fan reception." Isaac laughed. "Thank you for the high evaluation."

"It's not wrong to understand this way. You know, there are no good opportunities for further study here. If you can learn a few things—" Vicky spread his hands, "It will be of great benefit."

"It's kind of flattering." Isaac raised an eyebrow at Coleman. "We didn't mean to steal your limelight."

"Never mind, who do you think told them BAU is such a good group." Coleman didn't mind at all. "It's not a joke, if they can really learn a few tricks."

So that's why the rest of the department is so enthusiastic about them?No, Isaac would rather believe that someone secretly instigated how to hide a grain of sand and throw it into the desert.If everyone is enthusiastic, it is indeed difficult to find the person who is actively involved in the case.

This is really a test of his profiling ability.

But isn't that why he participated in this case in the first place? Isaac whistled mentally, and smiled lavishly on everyone who looked at him.

He is such a warm and friendly nice guy!

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Unexpectedly, or not unexpectedly, Justin Mills disappeared.

"We have to find him." Hotch is posting a profile. "He probably realized the danger. He sensed that someone was using his record to frame him, so he hid. But since the killer can spend nearly a year. Time to implement this framing plan, then we must not give up when it is about to succeed. Justin Mills is in a very dangerous situation now. We have to find him and find out from him who the person who threatened him is, and that person is the real murderer .”

"Also, treat Justin Mills with gentleness." Rossi added, "We have to let him know that we have learned that he was framed and innocent, and we will not hurt him, we just need to be rational. Let's talk."

"This is very important." Reid continued, "Judging from the previous whereabouts of Justin Mills we have so far, he has clearly understood the seriousness of the matter. At this time, his heart was in a state of tension. It would make him desperate, it would create unnecessary conflict, and we have to avoid that."

"But, is he really innocent?" A police officer at the bottom couldn't help raising his hand, "We found drugs in his home. According to your statement, the scars on the deceased were Justin Mills imitated by the murderer, but no Another possibility is that Justin Mills' modus operandi has changed? He may have just controlled the prostitutes before, but now he is mixed with drugs and anything can happen. I think he is more likely to flee in fear of crime. If we take What should I do if he communicated with good intentions as an innocent person but was hurt and he took the opportunity to escape?"

Isaac remembered that the policeman was called Bennett, and his style was considered tough, and his prestige among the policemen was decent.

"Your concerns are valid," Isaac said, "but the drug is probably also used to plant a frame. I have seen that kind of drug, it is a high-end product, and it has been on the market for less than two months. With all due respect, no one seems to be here. If you can afford it, this place can only be regarded as a transit point. Justin Mills' purpose has always been simple, that is to control the people under him to make money for him. His business scope has never exceeded this small town. Even if he hurts others, his purpose It's just to make those people obey, not to kill them directly, no one will treat money-making tools like that."

"What if he's just a middleman?" Bennett asked. "Accidentally got bumped into during the transaction, so he started to attack his money-making tool. It's probably because those people discovered something and blackmailed him." .”

"If according to your statement, this incident happened at least before November." Isaac retorted, "Are those victims stupid? Would they have no vigilance at all?"

"They're not stupid, they're just a group of people who are just living their lives and dreaming of life, only care about today's happiness and ignore tomorrow's people, they don't have long-term plans." Bennett said.

"So, eleven months ago, did something happen here?" Isaac asked. "I think something must have happened, because at least four witnesses, and Justin Mills, the man behind the witnesses, has escaped. The question goes back to Origin, Justin Mills must know something. And this matter is related to something that happened eleven months ago. Do you have any memory, Sheriff Coleman."

"Eleven months ago..." Coleman recalled, "I hadn't come yet, but the reason I came here was because the previous sheriff had an exchange of fire with drug dealers in another anti-drug operation and was shot. Then Tragically, he died unexpectedly from an antibiotic allergy while he was being treated in hospital."

"Oh, I can make up a big drama in minutes." Isaac snapped his fingers, "It seems that your ex's death was not that simple."

"You mean, this is probably the drug dealer's revenge?" Coleman's expression immediately became serious. "But what does this have to do with Justin Mills? Although I always thought he was a respectable person, in the eyes of those heinous people, he has long been unclean. Is it necessary to frame him?"

"Maybe it's because he is disobedient and has weird insistence, such as prohibiting his men from taking drugs while prostitution? This is an obstacle, so someone wants to erase him." Isaac put on a thoughtful face, "As for the previous victims, they are very Probably didn't know why they were killed, I guess they saw the face of the drug boss? They didn't realize it, but that person must have cared."

"So, we're dealing with a group of deranged drug dealers?" Coleman clenched his fists. "This is more troublesome than the serial killers I guessed before."

"Yeah, it's very troublesome." Looking at the people in the room, Isaac heaved a sigh of relief, and finally found a plausible reason to push the crime to a suspect X.What he has to do now is to find out who is the insider of X in the police station.

Or rather, myself.

It wasn't easy, but now, Bennett, who raised the question just now, was very suspicious.

Look up Bennett's financial situation. —Isaac sent Garcia a text message.Illegal transactions are essentially to obtain monetary compensation, and it is most convenient to investigate from this aspect.

But this time it didn't go so smoothly. Garcia didn't find anything wrong with the bank statement.

However, time was running out. They found Justin Mills' location through mobile phone positioning, and dispatched several police cars to rush there.

In the car, they reconfirmed their communication strategy over the intercom, convincing Justin Mills that their positions were not opposing.

"Will there be too many people dispatched?" Reid asked a little anxiously, "Will this make Justin Mills think that we are not good people?"

"What do we have to do?" Sergeant Coleman said. "According to the previous profile, the people who want Mills' life are the drug dealers. They are likely to take the last chance to kill them. If we don't protect well, even Let the pastor believe in us, but fall short because of the successful silence?"

These fears were not unfounded, and no one disputed them any more.

Justin Mills hid in a restaurant, which was very dim, and the light from a few lit candles could not allow people outside to see the situation inside clearly. Isaac puts on his body armor, just in case a shootout actually happens later.

The sound of the police siren gradually disappeared, only the police lights kept flashing.

The restaurant is very quiet inside and out.

Coleman makes a final check to make sure Justin Mills is really inside.

Isaac squinted his eyes, trying to see through the glass window to see what was going on inside.However, the restaurant has a large area, and from his perspective, he can only see a person leaning against the window and looking out, breathing is the kind of deep breath used to relieve tension.

……and many more!

Isaac suddenly noticed a second breathing on the opposite side.

He turned his head to confirm that there were no fewer policemen here.Then, the opposite is likely to be an enemy rather than a friend.

"Who's over there?" Isaac yelled in that direction, and then, hearing the sound of bullets popping out, he subconsciously pulled away Coleman who was closest to him, "Get out of the way, someone is shooting!"

In the chaos, this turned into a shootout.

People outside were shooting, people inside the restaurant were shooting too. Isaac fell to his knees too hard trying to pull Coleman away, but he doesn't care about that now and runs after him with a gun.

The other party was very familiar with the terrain here, and he ran very quickly, but the looming figure in the darkness made Isaac feel no familiarity.Shouted a few symbolic 'Stop! ’ After that, Isaac shot.

The bullet missed, and the man turned another way.

Isaac couldn't help cursing the twisty terrain.If it wasn't for him to hang up, it would have been embarrassing to replace anyone else who was not familiar with the terrain.

There were messy footsteps behind him, and Isaac took the time to look back, and it was two policemen who followed.The knowledge that there was support behind him reassured Isaac a little. He kept his eyes on the person in front and ran even faster.

Until a scalp-numbing sense of threat came from behind.He just rolled to the side, and the bullet hit the ground and stirred up a small cloud of dust.

That fact felt like a slap in the face to Isaac.

The attack from behind hadn't stopped yet, and the person who was chasing in front had already run away.

"What are you doing?" Isaac snapped as he searched for cover. "It's me! Isaac Costa! Not the one who damn shot!"

No one replied to him, but the bullets attacked more intensively.

The last bit of luck was also shattered, Isaac is not a person who just passively takes hits and doesn't fight back, but he still feels bad, and this bad feeling hasn't disappeared after he shot those two people before he ran out of bullets.

He ran a long way before, and now this place is strange to him.He squatted down and turned on the flashlight to shine on the faces of the two people. The familiarity made him feel a pain in his stomach. The miniature microphone attached to his body had been pulled out of nowhere when he was evading, and the walkie-talkie on the other party...

Would Isaac say he wasn't surprised that the walkie-talkie had been turned off?

He listened carefully, and the person who ran away before had already run out of his hearing range.He ignored the person lying on the ground, but found a fairly flat place and sat down.

I killed two people.

They deserve it.

Knees hurt, ribs hurt.

Luckily I was wearing body armor. Isaac felt his fingertips burn as he touched the inlaid bullet.

"Hotch." Isaac pulled out his phone, "Hold up and listen to me."

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Hotch, who was sitting in the police station, already knew the news of the failure of the mission. Coleman was shot in the arm. Looking at his own damage, he was roaring and losing his temper. Justin Mills was killed, but before that, the M10 submachine gun in his hand was not a vegetarian. He shot and wounded many policemen, as well as Reid.

Reid, bleeding badly from a bullet grazed in the neck, is now on the way to hospital with Morgan in an ambulance.And Isaac lost contact after chasing him out, not only him, but also the two policemen following him.

Not a single good news.

Just when Hotch was going to ask Coleman to gather people to find Isaac, Isaac's number was displayed on the screen of his mobile phone.

"Hotch, don't make a sound, listen to me." Isaac's voice was hoarse, as if he had just experienced shortness of breath that was forcibly suppressed after a strenuous exercise, "There is a problem with the police station, not just a few people, but a large number of people Don't trust anyone in there and don't tell them about me just yet, pretend you're in a hurry too, and find a reason to call all the cops back to the station, I want them to gather. Time to stall, don't let them Run around."

"Are you okay?" Hotch asked softly.

"Of course, of course I'll be fine." Isaac bit his lip, "Don't worry Reid."

"..." Hotch was silent for a while, "Reid was shot and is in the hospital for emergency treatment. The bullet hit his neck and he was bleeding badly."

For a moment, Isaac felt deaf.

"Hey, are you okay?" After an uncomfortable silence, Hotch couldn't help but confirm it aloud.

"Of course I'm fine." This time, Isaac's voice had an extra layer of icy quality.

"Don't worry, we have to trust Reid, he won't be knocked down so easily, he will be fine." Hotch couldn't help but persuade.While he thought he shouldn't have kept the news from Issac, he worried that Issac would lose his temper because of it.

"Of course he'll be fine." Isaac's voice was a little too calm this time.

"Calm down, please?" Hotch was even more disturbed.

"I'm calm, Hotch," Isaac said. "I've been calm and know what to do. Don't forget what I said before, I'll take care of the rest."

After speaking, the other end of the phone has hung up.

Four or ten minutes later, Hotch looked at the helicopter circling overhead, and the SWAT team directly attacking the police station with a submachine gun, and finally understood what Isaac's calmness and handling meant.