Chapter 243

Wallis wriggled and struggled in his arms, and the normally calm prosecutor let out his first scream of the day.

"Olga!!!"

Bart Hardy saw his advisor fall with the platform's disintegrating shards, her hair looking like the mutilated wings of a bird as it was ripped up by the wind.

Then she fell.

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John Garcia arrived at the scene with the SWAT members.

He has to admit that before he actually signed up for the FBI Academy screening, he had actually seen quite a few fantasy films and TV works - from "Criminal Minds" where BAU members would actually arrest suspects handsomely with guns "The Silence of the Lambs", where students who have not yet graduated can solve mysterious cases.

In short, such film and television works give the audience a considerable illusion: that is, the members of the FBI are the kind of guys who can investigate the scene without changing their face in the face of the three-meter-high corpse totem pole that appeared on the beach inexplicably out of thin air. .

--But that is not the case.

Or rather put it this way: Cases like Jack the Ripper, the Black Dahlia, and the Zodiac are well-known essentially because they are cruel and treacherous unsolved cases, and the so-called "cruel and treacherous" are also known. It just means that the killers will harvest female organs, dismember the victim and slit the corners of the mouth or write letters to the police with passwords.

A profiler who spends most of his life fighting is usually a desperate kidnapping case, a series of brutal night burglary murders, or a serial killer who kills his victims. Most criminals commit crimes purely out of uncontrollable low-level desires, and even the expression of "killing the butcher" is rare. The Westland pianist's logic is still understandable to a normal person. The appearance of a serial killer like the Sunday Gardener The odds are almost equal to an asteroid hitting Earth.

There is no doubt, then, that Westerland is a city chosen by an asteroid.

That's why Garcia was thrilled on his way to the location of the sighting of Orion Hunter: some of his colleagues would never have been involved in a single attempt to capture a serial killer of this magnitude, let alone Hunter. Te's clues were basically sifted out of a pile of footage.

He was restless in the back seat of the car, and just as he was driving to the intersection of Fifteenth Avenue, he heard a loud bang in the distance. Somewhere further ahead of the road, black smoke billowed up, casting a dazzling shadow on the street at noon, where an explosion had apparently occurred.

It took a few more minutes for the car to squeeze through the panic-stricken streets, which is not surprising, after all, the shadow of 9/11 has not dissipated. But Garcia always felt that just after receiving the news that old Hunter was here, there was an explosion here.

He was confused, and as soon as the car was parked on the side of the road, he saw at a glance the house whose white exterior walls had been blackened by smoke. Not far from the house, there was already a small crowd of onlookers, and the sound of the fire truck's whistle came from afar. At this moment, the door of the house that had just exploded was slammed open. Several people stumbled and rushed out of it.

Among them were a few familiar faces: their suspect, Orion Hunter, and Al, who had been in the newspapers for a while for the Bob Langdon case and then the pianist Qiángjian case. Ballino Bacchus -- the WLPD never revealed who the victim was in that case, but it didn't prevent the media from putting the latter's photo in the newspaper -- and a man Garcia had never met, The man was holding a little girl in his arms.

All in all, we have to make further adjustments: These people, with blood on their bodies, rushed out of a house that exploded inexplicably, and one of them was a suspect who was suspected of being a butcher. Therefore, it is completely understandable if the members of SWAT choose to jump out of the car and approach these suspicious persons immediately.

"Don't move! Kneel down! Raise your hands above your head!"

Not sure if these guys knew they were being treated as terrorists as soon as they left the house, Orion Hunter uttered a series of curses as he knelt down on his awkward leg, and was pressed by a rushing SWAT. a solid.

And Dr. Bacchus had a large bloodstain on his shoulder, and he even had time to shout lazily in this situation: "We need an ambulance!"

And the man Garcia didn't know carefully put the little girl on the ground, then turned to Hunter and asked in a terrifying tone, "Did you put a bag of frozen peas on the roof of my car?"

A few minutes ago—

Albarino couldn't help but start to reflect on whether he had been stuck in a cabin a little too many times by a perverted killer.

His ears were still buzzing, but he was starting to hear a little bit of noise, the loud questioning of Jerome McAdam, who, like most overconfident serial killers, couldn't accept being nearly The fact that the man who blew up wasn't Bart Hardy.

"So," Albarino interrupted him lazily. After all, one shouldn't spend time làng on "Who the hell are you and my plan can't go wrong?" Why don't you think of a way to delay, "Why did you choose Officer Hardy?"

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