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Jack tried his best and finally tactfully handed the aunt over to a police officer to take notes.

When he came outside the store with cold sweat on his face, several people were gathered in a circle, watching Rossi and Hotchner standing in the middle performing role-playing.

"Now you are Francis Goering, the cruel sadist, and I am Henry Foster, your slave, the meek and bewildered Give."

Rossi paced back and forth in front of Hotchner, trying to immerse himself in the character.

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

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

"When you die, I lose you, and I also lose my self-understanding, because my self-understanding is closely related to you."

Jack thought Rosie's current crazy look was very interesting, as if she was performing a stage play. Hotchner on the side cooperated with him with a straight face. From being reluctant at the beginning, to his eyes gradually brightening, he seemed to be gradually getting more and more... Entering a good state.

So he quietly took out his mobile phone and secretly took pictures. Emily and Jiejie were smiling at the side, as if they wanted to say that they had a chance to meet each other. Rhett was a little at a loss. He didn't know whether he wanted to dissuade him or he felt the same way. It's interesting.

"The depersonalization syndrome you already had was exacerbated by the loss of your loved one," Hotchner continued.

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

"But you hate yourself." Hotchner stared back.

"Yes, but why?" Rossi muttered.

"Because I brainwashed you and used my way of dealing with the world. 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 expressionlessly, as if he had really become Francis Goering.

"That's right." Rossi became more and 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. That was the only way I could survive."

The four people who seemed to be watching the performance all got goosebumps. Jack suddenly thought of a word, borrow the corpse to bring the soul back to life.

According to Rossi and Hotchner's reasoning, 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 Henry Foster's body and replaced him, achieving a certain sense of of rebirth.

"If you think about it the way Francis thinks. Oh my God, I know where he's going." Emily took out an evidence bag from her bag, which contained the photo that Rhett had taken off the refrigerator. .

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

Rhett obviously figured it out, "Francis said that the king lived in a high place and monitored intruders, and he also talked about arming himself to defend his territory."

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

"Just ask." Hotchner directly greeted the police chief not far away.

"Chief, do you know where the terrain in this photo is?"

The police chief took the photo, squinted and held it farther away. When he saw it clearly, he recognized the huge rock in the photo.

"This is Black Hawk's Mouth. The militia used to be a training base, but it was later banned by orders from above."

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

"If he is caught, not only will he be willing to die, but he will try to take all of us with him, as many as possible, just like Francis did with that fallen police officer."

Hotchner did his job and started giving orders.

The sergeant had already been impressed by the performance of everyone in the BAU team and nodded repeatedly, "Okay, then whatever you need, I will do my best to meet your requirements."

"A guide who is familiar with the terrain, enough manpower to block the road, and your best sharpshooter."

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

Jack shrugged and said there was 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 HK417 with a 20-inch barrel is a serious sniper type. The one he has now can only be regarded as a precision marksman rifle.

Fortunately, he had prepared a box of M118LR sniper bullets himself, and with the proficiency level skills at his disposal, it should be enough to deal with most situations.

However, this also made Jack secretly note that now he is not short of money. Sniper rifles that cost tens of thousands each and scopes that cost tens of thousands each are still affordable. If you have the opportunity, you can consider buying a few for practice.

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

The mountain road leading to the canyon was rugged and bumpy. After nearly an hour, everyone finally arrived near the huge rock called the Black Eagle's Beak.

From the photo, it looked like a huge rock, but when we got closer, we realized that it was actually an isolated cliff.

It is at least forty to fifty meters above the ground, and there is no grass growing on it. Not to mention the front, it takes a long time to climb up from the back, which is very steep.

Then, as expected, Jack met a new acquaintance.

"Harris Townsend? Why are you here?"

"The Sheriff said you need the best sharpshooter here, and I am it." The old white man smoothed his thin hair and picked up a Remington M700 with an 8x scope from the back seat of the car.

"Is this okay? He is a civilian." Hotchner looked at the police chief.

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

The Sheriff took off his cowboy hat and stared at the cliff hatefully, "My people have already seen him. He is on the top of the mountain, on the other side of the ridge. Get rid of this bastard as soon as possible and 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 gun. Is this gun useful?" Harris asked coquettishly.

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

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