The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 253
Jack tried his best, and finally tactfully handed over the aunt to a certain police officer for the record.

When he came outside the store in a cold sweat, several people were forming a circle, watching Rossi and Hotchina standing in the middle and performing role-playing.

"Now you are Francis Goering, a brutal sadist, and I am Henry Foster, your slave, a meek and bewildered 'give'."

Rosie walked back and forth in front of Hotchner, trying to immerse herself in the character.

"I need you to dominate me. Only in this way can my life have direction and meaning."

Rossi suddenly pointed to Hotchner, who immediately answered, "It's good to live like this, but suddenly one day, I blew myself up and I died."

"You died, I lost you, and at the same time I lost my self-knowledge, because my self-knowledge is closely related to you."

Jack thinks Rossi's crazy look is very interesting, like performing a stage play, while Hochner on the side is cooperating with him with a stern face. into a better place.

So he quietly took out his mobile phone to take a candid photo. Emily and Jiejie pursed their lips and smiled, as if they wanted to say that they had a share in seeing them. It's interesting.

"The depersonalization syndrome you already have is exacerbated by the loss of a loved one," Hotchner continued.

Rossi looked into Hotchner's eyes, "I'm the only one left now."

"But you hate yourself." Hochner also stared back.

"Yes, but why?" Rosie murmured.

"Because I brainwashed you, using my way of life, I told you over and over again that you are a waste, and you are worthless without me."

Hotchner put his hands in his pockets and muttered blankly, as if he had really become Francis Goring.

"That's right." Rossi became even more excited.

"So I went home and destroyed everything, everything that reminded me of who I was, and I destroyed myself just to become you, the only way I could live."

The four people who seemed to be watching the performance all had goosebumps all over their bodies. Jack suddenly thought of a word, resurrecting the dead.

According to Rossi and Hotchner's deduction, Henry Foster transformed himself into Francis the moment he learned of Francis Goering's death.

In a sense, it can also be seen that the moment Francis Goering detonated the grenade, his soul entered the body of Henry Foster and replaced him, realizing a sense of rebirth.

"If you think in Francis's way. My God, I know where he is going." Emily took out an evidence bag from her bag, which contained the photo that Rhett had taken from the refrigerator before. .

"Red, do you remember those home videos that were first found at his house?"

Rhett obviously also figured it out, "Francis said that the king lives in a high place, watching out for intruders, and he also talked about defending his territory with arms."

He reached out to take the photo in Emily's hand, pointed to the huge rock in the photo and asked, "Is it possible that he regards this place as his castle?"

"Just ask." Hotchina directly greeted the sheriff not far away.

"Sheriff, do you know where the terrain on this photo is located?"

The sheriff took the photo, squinted his eyes and held it farther away, and at the same time recognized the huge rock in the photo.

"This is the Black Hawk's Mouth. The militia used to be used as a training base, but was later banned by the order of the higher authorities."

"Sheriff, we must now assume that Henry Foster will behave similarly to Francis. He now has hostages and is fully armed."

"If he was caught, he would not only die willingly, but would try to take all of us with him, as many of us as possible, just like Francis did with the officer who died."

Hotchner performed his job and began to call the shots.

The sheriff has long been impressed by the performance of the BAU team, and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then what do you need, I will do my best to meet your requirements."

"Guides who know the terrain, enough men to block the way, and your best sharpshooters."

Said Hotchner looked at Jack, "It's time to show off your new toy, I hope you use it as accurately as you use your pistol."

Jack shrugged, expressing no pressure on this, he was only worried that his 16-inch barrel reconnaissance HK417 would not be accurate enough if the distance was too far.

The HK20 with a 417-inch barrel is a serious sniper rifle, and the one in his hand can only be regarded as a precision marksman rifle.

Fortunately, he prepared a box of M118LR sniper ammunition, and with proficiency-level skills, it should be enough to deal with most situations.

But this also made Jack secretly notice that now he is not short of money, and he can still afford a sniper rifle tens of thousands of dollars and a scope of tens of thousands of dollars less. If he has the opportunity, he can consider buying a few for practice.

As for future mission needs, of course the FBI will pay the bill. As long as he demonstrates the corresponding ability, both Rossi and Hotchner will help him file a report and apply for new equipment.

The mountain road leading to the canyon was bumpy and bumpy for nearly an hour, and everyone finally came to the so-called black eagle's mouth boulder.

Judging from the photos, it is a huge rock, but it is only when we get closer that we realize that it is rather an isolated cliff.

It is at least four to fifty meters above the ground, and there is no grass growing on it, let alone the front. It takes a long time to climb up from the back, which is very steep.

Then Jack met a new acquaintance without any accident.

"Harris Townsend? Why are you here?"

"The sheriff said that you need the best sharpshooter here, and I am." The white old man straightened his thinning hair, and lifted a Remington M8 with an 700x lens from the back seat of the car.

"Is this okay? He's a civilian." Hotchina looked at the sheriff.

"You said you want the best, and he is the best. A former special forces sniper, and no one knows the terrain better than him. I can vouch for him."

The sheriff took off his cowboy hat and stared at the cliff bitterly, "My people have seen him, it's on the top of the mountain, on the other side of the ridge, get rid of this bastard as soon as possible, let the people here recover calm life."

Jack opened the trunk of the car, took out his HK417, checked it carefully, then took out a box of special sniper ammunition, filled it with 5 rounds, and then loaded it with a magazine of ordinary ammunition.

"Wow, here comes another German product, is this gun easy to use?" Harris asked cheaply.

Jack rolled his eyes, "It must be stronger than your .223 Remington bullet. The wind is so strong here, what if you miss it?"

　It actually entered the monthly ticket list, why don't you all work hard and let me collect 2000 votes?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)