The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 207 Be a person first, then do things.

Emily Prentiss looks older than JJ, and is probably about the same age as Zooey. She has long black curly shawl hair, which is only slightly shorter than JJ's bright golden long hair.

Although she is not a stunning beauty like JJ, she has an extra layer of intellectual and rational temperament, which makes people feel trustworthy and trustworthy.

And after getting along for a long time, you will find that she speaks clearly and has a strong personality, which is a bit like the big sister next door. At least Rhett likes this kind of thing, and the two soon became friends.

Penelope Garcia is a wonderful flower. Although she is in her early 30s, she likes to dress up very much. She often dresses up beautifully. Her overly plump figure is closer to the appearance of ordinary people than everyone here.

But she has a very pure personality, and occasionally looks a little cautious, but it is easy to guess. After all, except for her, everyone in the group is a psychologist who can see through people's hearts at a glance.

Jack thinks that Penelope Garcia is likely to be the most popular in the group in the future. With a cheerful personality, she quickly gets along with everyone, except of course, except for the oldest Rosie and the forever poker face Aaron Hotchner.

But what is very surprising is that among the three newcomers, the one who first met Jack was the unsmiling Hotchner.

First at the FBI's indoor shooting range, Jack dragged the reluctant Reid to practice guns this day.

"As you said, when my wrist is stable enough, hitting the target is just a simple ballistic calculation problem. My calculation ability is innate, why do I have to practice every day? My daily reading time is taken up a lot now. "

Reid expressed dissatisfaction with Jack's behavior of forcing him to practice guns every day.

"Because we need to maintain muscle memory." Jack didn't talk nonsense with him, put on his earphones, and stood in the shooting position seemingly casually.

Reid thought he was going to perform that magical blind shooting again, but he suddenly drew his gun and shouted, "FBI, put down the weapon."

Immediately afterwards, there were continuous gunshots, and the magazine was emptied in less than 3 seconds. Then, with a thumb press, the magazine slid off. reload.

The gunfire continued, and the moment the second magazine was emptied, the Glock was handed over from his right hand to his left hand, and then he pulled out the FK7.5 from the underarm holster, and the deafening gunfire rang out again.

With the sound of the motor, the target paper was sent to the two people. The 15-meter half-length target had two black holes in the head and heart, and there were no bullet holes in other places.

"See clearly?" Jack picked up the target paper and looked at Rhett through the smashed black hole in his head.

"What we have to deal with is an extremely vicious criminal. Even at the last moment, we must be prepared to deal with the opponent's desperate fight."

"If I were a perverted serial killer and met you on a narrow road, how do you think I should be dealt with?"

Jack grinned and made a grinning expression, and gradually approached Reid, who was so frightened that he swallowed involuntarily, stepped back half a step, and bumped into Hotchner, who was watching the show.

"You'll give Dr. Rhett nightmares at night."

Hotchner reached out to help Reid, with a serious expression on his face, making it hard to tell whether he was joking or really trying to persuade Jack.

He reached out to take the target paper, looked at it carefully for a long time, and couldn't help raising his eyebrows, "Jack, are you really from LAPD and not SWAT? I haven't seen this kind of marksmanship in the combat office or FBI's SWAT."

"If it were me, when I met you, I could only pray that there would be a SWAT team behind me. Are you asking too much of Dr. Reid?"

Packing away his two pistols, Jack motioned his attention to Red's odd wooden holster hanging loosely around his waist.

"You know why I didn't fix Red's way of wielding his gun?"

Hotchner pondered for a moment, and the corner of his mouth curled into a slight arc, which was really hard to spot without looking carefully.

"You wish to give him a false impression?"

Jack nodded, "Yes, his appearance is very deceptive. This is the best disguise. No one will regard him as the primary threat."

Hotchner also nodded, expressing his understanding, and then stood aside silently.

Jack drove Rhett to gun practice, cleaned the two sidearms himself, waited for him to reassemble the pistol, and began to fill the magazine with the loader.

Seeing that Hotchner was still standing there frowning, as if making some difficult decision, he couldn't help smiling.

"Is there something, Rosie asked you to find me?"

As a local, he has worked as a patrol officer in Wilshire for another year, Jack is no longer the stunned young man who asked Hannah and Zoe to help him rent a house.

Although he doesn't like to have a bunch of informants, he patrols the streets every day, and the downtown area of ​​Los Angeles is quite familiar.

Except for Rhett, who is barely considered a half-local, the other team members moved to Los Angeles, and Jack helped more or less, whether it was renting a house or moving.

Even small things such as hiring a cleaner, applying for a parking space, and sometimes handing over a note with a phone number can save people a lot of effort.

Hotchner hesitated again and again before opening the mouth with some difficulty, "My wife, Halle, is 8 months pregnant, and she was diagnosed with pre-eclampsia before. Although she is still stable, I am worried about her recent blood sugar levels. But the insurance company."

"I see, your specialist hasn't figured it out yet, right? I'll contact my friends at the central hospital right now."

Jack interrupted what he was going to say next, took out his mobile phone and dialed Jialisi's number, and quickly helped to contact a hospital bed, so that Hochner's wife could be admitted to the hospital for examination tomorrow.

At noon the next day, Jack baked some delicious little cakes, went to the FBI building, first went to the 12th floor, found Hannah who had just returned from a business trip, and gave him a small gift.

Compared with the BAU team that has just arrived and has not yet started 'opening', the FBI's Los Angeles office is much busier. The fax machine squeaks, the phone keeps ringing, and Hannah is writing a report on the computer with a sad face.

Seeing Jack, she scratched her messy hair, showing a pitiful look on the verge of crying, and someone could only spread her hands, expressing her helplessness.

Without disturbing Sweetie for too long, Jack ignored the curious whispers of Hannah's FBI colleagues, asked for a sweet kiss and walked away.

Instead of going upstairs to the BAU floor, he went back to the garage, restarted the Firebird, and headed to Central Hospital.

The Central Hospital was as busy as ever. Jack first found Dr. Jialisi and sent a basket of small cakes to express his gratitude.

Jia Lisi looked immersed in love and radiant, and it seemed that she was indeed close to a good thing with John.

　I am alive, sorry, I will update a chapter first, I will continue to code after dinner, and try to make up before 12 o'clock.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)