[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

Chapter 57 [Case 5] Nevada Killer

The climate in Las Vegas is good. Although it is in the desert, the climate of this artificial oasis is quite pleasant in spring.Although there is a big temperature difference between day and night in spring, it is still comfortable after all.

Leo and his little doctor went directly to the underground parking lot of the hotel under the leadership of the special agent, which saved him from the embarrassment of meeting people on the street—you know, being surrounded by a group of people wearing black sunglasses at night is really hard. Not an experience normal people want to have.If it is placed on the street, especially in Las Vegas, the city that never sleeps, it is estimated that most of the people will be watched.

Reid also asked himself that he couldn't afford to lose this person.Today, tonight, he felt ashamed and thrown home!This is still my hometown!You can't leave a good memory for yourself!Las Vegas has never been his luck...

The car is still particularly in line with the taste of Agent Black Sunglasses-it's still black.The model number is also average, nothing eye-catching.

The car quickly sped away on the street.

Washington late at night.

"Dingling!" The rapid ringing of the phone woke Hotch from his sleep. Hotch, in pajama pants, got up to answer the phone, frowning.I was thinking in my heart, if it was Tim that monster again, I would kill him when I went to work in two days!Let Tim, a jerk, write the closing report!Let Tim, a jerk, deal with the supervisor above!Let Tim, the jerk, go...

But having said that, I spent the whole day at a leisurely pace, which is very unusual!You know, since Tim, the little boy, appeared in BAU, hotch felt that his life had become a mess!

It seems that the little boy named Tim doesn't need his own time and space at all, he revolves around himself all day long!Then, I have no time and space... Even when I am working, Tim, this little boy, is always pestering me, and I have no shape...

There wasn't a single harassing call today... What's wrong with Tim's little boy?

Hotch suppressed the doubts in his heart and picked up the phone: "Hotchnerspeaking?"

"..."

"Okay, we'll be there soon."

Hotch rubbed his eyebrows wearily. BAU seems to never have a time when it can be comfortable.

"Hi, the number you dialed is turned off, please leave a message after the beep..."

"Hi, the number you dialed is turned off, please leave a message after the beep..."

"This is Tim.hort. If you have a date with a beauty, then I'm sorry. I like men. If you have a date with a handsome guy, then please leave a message after the beep..."

Hotch glanced at his phone suspiciously.If it weren't for Tim's unscrupulous voice on the last call, hotch would have suspected that his phone was broken.

It was the first time he called his team members and encountered this situation... The BAUs are always on call around the clock, and this situation will never happen now—Leo. Harrington, Spencer. Reid, and Tim. Hort The calls were all unanswered.

"JJ, it's true that their mobile phones can't get through. Let's talk about it first when we get on the plane." Hotch contacted JJ.

Now, the three of BAU are absent, but they still have to go to their destination this time - Las Vegas.

"This time we are going to arrest the murderer of the shooting case, probably a professional killer." JJ put the projector on.

"Four people have been killed within a week. The local police suspect that it was the work of the Mafia. Las Vegas is now estimated to be a battleground for all forces." Morgan calmly analyzed.

"Yes, those who were killed were all middle and high-level members of the Mafia." JJ replied.

"But, look, they found tonight that a professional killer suspected of being the previous shooting had been shot dead." Morgan flipped through the file.

"Oh, look, the guy who was killed used a light 50, which is not cheap. It is used by many armies, not for civilian use, and it is hard to get. The bullets that sniped him came from L115A3, British goods, not to mention It's easy to get, super long-range..." Morgan looked at the record in his hand, his eyebrows furrowed like caterpillars.

"It looks like it's really a gang force." Hotch has been in the army and knows these firearms very well.

JJ and Emily frowned in dissatisfaction, what the hell is going on!How did you judge it?They usually use guns and so on, even sex, and it has nothing to do with sex, so they are at a loss.

"Oh, ladies, it means that these guns are not available to ordinary people. There is only one way - smuggling. So, I guess our troubles this time will not be small. What are those mafia planning?" Morgan hurriedly Thoughtful explanation.

"Uh, I'm sorry sir..." Garcia's voice sounded on the screen.She looked messy and not as energetic as usual, she must have been disturbed after not sleeping for long.

"Well, Reid called me this afternoon and said he would take two days off." Garcia explained: "I wanted to talk about it when I was going to work, but it turned out..." The result was self-evident, and BAU went to work early again.

Both hotch and Rossi frowned—it's hard to believe that the little doctor would ask for leave...

"Did he say why? Or where?" Rossi asked.

"Uh, no, didn't have time to ask, he sounded in a hurry."

"You don't need to ask." Hotch put the file just sent in front of Rossi. "Also, I know where all my team members have gone."

The document is full of eyewitness testimony about the shooting tonight, and the names of three people are written below the signatures—Leo.Harrington, Tim.Hort, and Spencer.Reid.

Now, the three team members who lost contact have been found, and there is no need to worry about them being late.These three people were earlier than them-they had been waiting in Las Vegas for a long time.

The windows inside the car were taped, and Leo and Reid couldn't see anything from inside the car.I don't even know where I was taken.

However, neither of them showed any expressions of dissatisfaction, nor did they show any surprise.They all know that this is just the practice of the National Security Bureau, and there is no intention to target them.

Leo was really very calm, while the little doctor sitting next to him didn't say a word, and looked at his watch regularly every once in a while.

The surrounding agents also did not make any comments on the behavior of the little doctor.Know that when you're dealing with a genius with an IQ of 187, especially one who graduated from Caltech, it's wise not to say anything.The agents of the National Security Agency obviously did a good job in the preliminary work, and none of them planned to make any comments on Reid.Otherwise, their IQ will be severely ridiculed.

Of course Leo knew what the little doctor was doing.The roads driven by these cars must have already bypassed the road, and then using the time difference, it is easy to confuse people where they went, so as to ensure the confidentiality of the location.

It's a pity that the little doctor's specialty is geographic profiling... If a serial killer can be found by reid if he keeps changing his location, then what is a building without long legs?

Now, it is estimated that the topographic map is almost formed in the little doctor's heart.Especially, here is Las Vegas - Reid's hometown.

The agents of the National Security Bureau obviously also know what Dr. Reid is doing, and the person who sent them may have told them the characteristics of the little doctor-just when they called.However, these agents have nothing to do, and they can't shamefully say: Please don't do geographic profiling, please?If that's the case, they are the ones who are really throwing away the National Security Bureau.

"Fourth, where did you go just now?" The pazzi's eldest brother finally caught his dishonest younger brother: "I didn't see you at the banquet. Dad missed you a lot, but you always disappeared. "

"Oh, I was entrusted by someone, just to help me! Don't be nervous." The man who was chanted for a while carried his cello case on his back, with beautiful blond hair, even in the neon lights of Las Vegas. The night scene is no less impressive.The man waved his hand and disappeared into the chaotic flow of people in two or three steps.It's like the traveling entertainers that are everywhere in Las Vegas.

"Hey, wandering around with Leon all day long..." Kanoge. Pazzi, the eldest of the pazzi family, shook his head helplessly, seeing the flamboyant appearance of his fourth brother, he was still a little envious in his heart.Who doesn't want to live the life they love?

Leo and Reid got down in what was clearly an underground garage—no matter how well built an underground garage is, the musty smell just can't get rid of it.The little doctor's eyeballs rolled around, and he probably has successfully positioned himself.

The big lion will especially want to tell the little doctor, and it is better to pretend that there are some things that he does not know.Sometimes, knowing too much is taboo.But think about it or forget it.My little doctor didn't have that much thoughtfulness, so I probably didn't think of it at all, but just played it as a decryption game.This is his rare pleasure.Besides, the people who sent the agents of the National Security Bureau here, since they can safely let themselves bring the little doctor here, they will not be without a little bit of tolerance.

"That's right here, please come in." After bypassing many corridors that all looked the same, the agent in the black sunglasses opened a door for them, and he didn't look like he was going to go in.

Leo took the lead, protecting the little doctor behind him.

An old man with three silver stars on his shoulders stood with his back to them.

The man's back was straight, and his white hair was combed meticulously.

Reid poked his head out from behind Leo and gasped—the old man with his back to them was a lieutenant general!