The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 276 BAU's James Bond
The originally empty campus seemed to explode at this moment, and the sirens of police cars and ambulances intertwined, making nearby unknowing residents think that there was another school shooting.

Hochner led the way, and a group of BAU members, together with Hannah, held guns in both hands with the muzzle facing downwards. They were divided into two teams and quickly passed through the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building. Behind them were seven or eight members of the Southeast Division of LAPD. Detectives and Constables.

As soon as they reached the gate, they heard three gunshots with very short intervals from inside, and they couldn't help but get nervous.

Although everyone had confidence in Jack's skills, the gunshot sounded a little strange. Two crisp gunshots from Glock were followed by a dull shotgun shot, which inevitably made people think wildly.

"Pong!"

When everyone was approaching the end of the corridor, the door of the men's room was kicked open before their eyes, and Kissen came out quickly with his daughter Lindsay in his arms.

Seeing the muzzles of more than ten pistols in front of them all pointing at themselves, the two quickly raised their hands.

"What's going on in there? Jack!"

Jiejie and Hannah rushed forward at the same time, bypassing them and rushing into the men's room.

"Hey girls, this is not the place for a nice girl."

Seeing Jack squatting next to a dead body safe and sound, both of them heaved a sigh of relief and put away their guns.

Hotchner and Rossi followed closely, seeing the half-headed corpse on the ground, their faces paled.

"I tried my best." Jack made an innocent gesture towards the two.

Rossi shook his head and didn't care about it. After all, the hostages were safe and the murderer was brought to justice, so the case was successfully solved.

On the other hand, Hotchina frowned, glanced back and forth between the two girls and Jack twice, a little hesitant to speak, but his lips twitched, but he didn't say anything after all.

Hand over the "funeral affairs" to the LAPD. When a group of people walked out of the teaching building, Jack found that Keeson and his daughter did not leave immediately.

Instead, accompanied by Pat Mannan, who had changed into a bailiff uniform, he waited beside a police car.

Seeing Jack come out, Kisen let go of his daughter, took the initiative to take two steps forward, and stretched out his right hand.

"Thank you, and of course your colleagues, for everything you have done for my daughter."

Jack smiled and reached out to shake his hand, "You're welcome, this is our responsibility, you have a brave daughter, I wish you all the best in the future."

Kissen understood what he meant, and nodded with a smile, "Yes, you are a very interesting young man. If we can meet again in the future, I hope we can have time to sit down and have a drink."

Surprisingly, Pat Mannan also stood in front of Hotchner, and although his expression was stinky, he sincerely expressed his thanks.

"Although I personally don't like your approach, I have to admit that without your efforts, things would have gotten very bad."

"I hope there will be more trust between us in the future." Hotchner's impeccable answer caused Pat Mannan to twitch the corners of his mouth in embarrassment, forcing out an expression that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

This case can be regarded as the simplest one since the reconstruction of the BAU action team, but it took Jack, the person concerned, to write a report for two full days.

Who made the final outcome happen in an unmonitored toilet? Jack's report and the confessions of Keeson and Lindsay's father and daughter became important evidence to deal with the local prosecutor.

So sometimes, necessary procedures still need to be followed, even without body cameras.

After reading this perfect report, Hotchina sighed softly, put it aside, and stared at Jack with a slightly complicated expression.

He didn't sigh again until he looked at Jack until his heart was on edge, "Go and find Rossi, he has something to talk to you about."

"what?"

Jack was baffled by his expression, so he got up to say goodbye in a daze, went out the door and turned right, came to Rossi's office next door, and knocked on the door.

"Hochner said you need me for something?"

"Ah? Oh, yes, that's right, please come in." Rossi saw Jack's expression even more strangely.

Seeing that he was holding back his anger for a long time, but still remained silent, Jack also became a little flustered, and began to recall his recent actions. Could it be that Kissen or his daughter Lindsay said something wrong during the statement? What should I say?
"So, what's the matter?"

Rossi hesitated for a while, and seemed to finally find the right words, and said cautiously, "Jack, you know, we usually don't interfere in our own people's private life."

Jack's heart thumped suddenly, and a voice in his heart shouted, it's over, his scumbag behavior was noticed so quickly, and the persona was about to collapse.

"We don't advocate the establishment of an overly intimate relationship between colleagues, but Hodge and I both know that as time goes by and we get along day and night, some things are inevitable. After all, you are the best young people I have ever met. people."

"???"

Jack felt that what Rossi said was a bit weird. Could it be that things were not what he thought?

Seeing that he didn't get angry when his privacy was exposed, or showed any overly resistant attitude, Rossi's expression gradually relaxed.

"Our special operations team is a very special existence in BAU, and we need to maintain a good cooperative relationship with various local offices."

"And Ms. Stephens (Hannah), as the 'rising star' of the FBI's Los Angeles office."

Half an hour later, Jack left Rossi's office in a daze.

"Hi, Jack, it's time to get off work, my physical training today."

Reid is now gradually out of the original small bean sprouts, and under Jack's unremitting feeding and supervision and exercise, his body has gradually begun to tend to a normal person.

His skills have also improved slightly, from being unable to beat anyone in the past, it should not be a big problem to deal with one or two street gangsters now.

Having tasted the sweetness, he has now developed the habit of going to the gym every day after get off work.

"Uh, my mind is a little confused. You go to practice by yourself today, and I have to ask someone for advice."

Rosie's words just now shocked the three views, and Jack left in a hurry under Reid's astonished eyes.
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Late at night, at Maureen's house.

"Hahaha" Maureen curled up on the bed laughing.

"Really? That old guy David asked you to talk about this kind of thing?"

"Hahaha"

"Slap!" Jack angrily slapped her increasingly round buttocks.

"Can you help me analyze what Rossi's words mean?"

Maureen managed to stop her laughter, and asked out of breath, "Do you know what David's nickname in the FBI used to be?"

Jack shook his head, dazed.

"James Bond of the BAU."

"Do you know how many girls in the FBI fought over this Italian?"

　The relationship line will basically be like this in the future, and there will be no more resident heroines. I really can’t write this kind of thing, and my brain will be broken after thinking about it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)