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Justin brought a high-power signal receiver so that everyone could easily monitor the security guards' walkie-talkie channel. She also cracked the camp's wireless network signal and controlled all the surveillance cameras without anyone noticing.

The surveillance operation continued for two more days. On the fifth day, just when Jack was about to ask Hotchner and Rossi for a few more days of leave, the security guards at the drilling camp finally couldn't hold back.

After a dispute, Serge Meyers finally failed to suppress his men.

They were divided into two groups again, one group stayed behind, and the other group got in the car and drove to the town's bar to get drunk, crying and howling all the way, including Jack's chosen target - "Big Mouth" Pete.

When Pete and his accomplices walked into the only bar in town, old Sheriff Ben Shawe, Deputy Sheriff Brandt and two other police officers all changed into civilian clothes and drove their cars. Hidden on two streets in front and behind the bar.

Braxton first entered the bar to confirm the target. Not long after, as a text message was sent to Jack's mobile phone, Aaliyah, who had been waiting in the back seat, opened the door and got out of the car.

Watching her walk into the bar, Jack and Jane in the passenger seat also got out of the car, got into the alley, and went around to the back door of the bar.

In less than half an hour, Pete, who smelled of alcohol, was less than 1.7 meters tall, and still walked with bow legs, hugged Aaliyah who was wearing heavy makeup, staggered open the back door of the bar and walked into the back alley.

"I like you Indian girls the most, but it's a pity that I rarely see them in bars in town. Where are we going now? I promised our leader that we will be back before dawn, eh?"

While Peter was talking, he saw a man and woman kissing in the alley, and couldn't help but laugh.

"Hey man, you have a nice girl, would you like to switch?"

"Okay, how about something more exciting, and she and I can switch?"

Jack's answer made Peter's anus tighten. He was about to yell, but he felt tight at the moment. Aaliyah pinched his vital part tightly. Before he could scream, a big hand muffled his voice. go back.

Jack held Pete's carotid artery with his other hand and easily brought him down. At the same time, Braxton's Ford Raptor appeared at the entrance of the alley.

"Doggou, Aaliyah, you are so powerful, you deceived this guy so quickly."

Jane got into the back seat with a blush on her face. Someone said she had a girlfriend, but her body was very honest. She just accidentally stuck out her tongue and was kissed all over.

She was originally the bait, but because she was worried about being recognized by the accomplices who were hanging out with Peter, she was eventually replaced by Aaliyah who volunteered.

For this reason, Braxton had a dark face the whole time on the way here. When he saw Jack throwing Pete into the back seat, he turned around and gave the guy a hard punch, causing the guy to fall into a deeper sleep.

Aaliyah, who got into the passenger seat, wiped off the heavy makeup on her face with a wet tissue and gave her fiancé a firm sip on his face, which made his face soothed a lot.

Half an hour later, in the forensic autopsy room on the first floor of the tribal police station, the bruised and swollen Pete had only one inner lining left on his body, and was firmly tied to the stainless steel autopsy table with restraints.

"We don't have much time. They're going to find out this guy is missing before dawn."

Outside the door of the autopsy room, the old sheriff looked a little worried, but Deputy Sheriff Brandt seemed very confident in Jack.

"They are the FBI, and they have many methods. In Guantánamo, when the military personnel were interrogating the terrorists, they would put on suits and pretend to be the FBI to intimidate those guys. It was usually very useful."

Jane on the side opened her eyes wide, with an expression like "Why didn't I know the department I worked for was so awesome?"

Jack rolled his eyes angrily, was that a threat? That's called frame-up. For this reason, the FBI and the military have been at war with each other for several years over this "prisoner abuse" scandal.

"Wow."

A basin of cold water woke Peter up from his coma. He was horrified to find that he could not move. It was very cold around him and there were rows of morgues against the wall.

"Pete, hello."

A soft male voice came from his ear. He tried hard to twist his neck and look in the direction of the voice. A young man was standing next to the dissecting table and looking at him.

"Who are you, Fakyu, and what do you want to do to me?"

"Don't be so grumpy. I just have some questions to ask you about the girls you hurt." Jack showed him a standard business smile. Under the light of the shadowless lamp, he looked even more like a pervert.

"I don't know what you are talking about. Let me go. I am innocent. You have found the wrong person." Peter struggled desperately.

Jack slowly put on gloves and picked up a neck brace to stabilize his head.

"Don't worry, the FBI has many ways to deal with tough people. Today I'm going to let you see the most 'gentle' one of them."

"Fakeyu, what are you going to do to me? My friends will find me, and when they find this place, you will be dead, Fake, let me go, you bastard."

Pete moved his head wildly, but there was nothing he could do to stop Jack from fixing his head.

"Don't be afraid, you have a few days, take your time and enjoy it."

Jack tried to recall in his mind the appearance of the perverted serial killers he had come into contact with. However, he had only been in the BAU for a short time and his experience was really limited.

He pulled a universal tube above Pete's forehead, which was originally used to flush the autopsy table, and he removed the shower head on it.

"Have you ever heard of the FBI's waterboarding? It involves covering a person's face with a towel, and then soaking it little by little with water. Then you will slowly feel difficulty breathing, and then try to breathe hard."

"But as the moisture in the towel becomes more and more, the air entering your lungs will gradually decrease, and then you will slowly suffocate." Jack's voice became more and more sinister.

"I don't know what you are talking about. You are dead. What are you going to do? Stop, you bastard. I want to kill you. I will definitely do it."

Peter watched helplessly as Jack opened the water valve and a stream of water spurted out.

"Don't be afraid, I'm not that cruel. Let's change the method today. Waterboarding is too cruel. Let's try only one drop of water at a time."

Jack said and closed the water valve again, but did not tighten it. The universal pipe was dripping water at a rate of almost one drop per second.

"Do you know how powerful a drop of water is? Have you ever heard the story of a drop of water piercing a stone?" He pulled the water pipe to the center of Pete's forehead.

The water drops slowly fell from a height of tens of centimeters, and landed on Peter's forehead drop by drop.

After doing all this, Jack leaned against his forehead and whispered in his ear, "Guess how long it will take for these water droplets to penetrate your skull and make a hole in your head?"