Mr. Siren [Comprehensive British and American]

Reid didn't bring his own ID, and was still wearing a nightgown and slippers—oh, he ran too hastily and lost one of his slippers. He looked at the cafe surrounded by people in panic.

The police and fire brigade have not arrived yet, but in this area where many FBI agents live, there are always people who can control the situation. Several former military officers and current agents with rich practical experience have simply and accurately judged the situation on the scene. Organize the crowd to guard several entrances and exits, and notify the relevant departments-as internal personnel, their notifications are much faster than 911.

Reid was dissuaded from the cordon by a few colleagues who he knew but not very familiar with. They were all experienced detectives. Looking at Reid's appearance, he knew that there must be someone familiar with him in the coffee shop. , the more you can't let him get involved.

Emotions will affect normal rational judgment, and fuss will increase unnecessary mistakes, not to mention Dr. Reid's IQ is as famous as Dr. Reid's IQ in the FBI and his physical fitness test that needs special attention.

Judging by the intensity of the current external attacks, they don't think anyone inside will be alive, so no agent would be willing to let an excellent colleague who has lost his usual rationality die in an unknown situation.

After being blocked from the wind for a while and choking on the tear gas, Reid's feverish brain, stimulated by the sudden state, regained his composure. He rejected a few colleagues who were worried about him, and first hopped He took a breath on the bench by the street, then took out his mobile phone and started calling BAU members.

"Hotch..." As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was hoarse and trembling, and he couldn't help coughing twice.

"Is there something wrong?" Hotch over there obviously hasn't received any news from this side - although this case will fall in the hands of BAU in all likelihood according to the priority level, the process of uploading from level to level before that will at least go half way through Hours, still in the case of expedited processing.

Reid stabilized his mind and told Hotch the current situation as briefly and clearly as possible, "There was an accident near my house in the capital square. It should be held hostage with weapons. They released tear gas and smoke bombs. I heard gunfire. It came after the sound, and now the police have not arrived and there are no medical staff, but there have been injuries, I..."

"Reid, calm down."

Well, looking at this topsy-turvy and somewhat incoherent narration, I also know that Reid hasn't been able to react from the sudden accident.

But it's not his fault, Reid made more than a dozen calls to Triton during the rush all the way, but without exception, they were all busy, and his heart trembled with an ominous premonition.

He sat blankly and looked around. Those guests who escaped from the coffee shop had expressions of rejoicing that they survived the catastrophe, but there was no familiar face in the crowd. He didn't even dare to ask, and answered mechanically. Hotch's questioning on the phone.

If Triton didn't get out... When this guess surfaced in his mind, he froze for a moment, raised his head and looked in the direction of the coffee shop - a smoke bomb was just thrown out of the broken window, and after a muffled sound, it was thick The black smoke occupied the entire line of sight.

He closed his eyes, feeling tears secreted from the lacrimal glands, irritating his eyes sorely.

Some were shouting hoarsely to maintain order, some were running wildly to evacuate the panicked crowd, and some were standing near the entrance and exit, ready to fight at any time.

However, when all this spread to the coffee shop, it became quiet.

Whether it is tear gas or smoke bombs, while trying to hurt the people in the coffee shop, it also provides them with an excellent line of sight barrier. No one will notice the bright blue scales behind Triton's ears amidst the thick smoke. , and no one will see that the charming beauty of the proprietress has turned into dry bones in an instant, and the faint singing voice is floating in the air, which makes people feel in a trance.

Weapons that were originally intended to be used as killers in one blow are now used as reminders for the attackers.

The old Eastern saying goes that when you lift a rock to shoot yourself in the foot, that is probably the case.

There was a heavy, muffled sound as the steel pipe fell, and the Kraken casually dodged sideways to avoid the bullets that were about to strike behind him. Being invisible did not affect his perception at all. In the deep sea where you can't see your fingers, the Krakens don't hunt with their eyes.But when he dodged, he hesitated for half a second, then calmly stopped and let the bullet penetrate his body, the angle was just right to cut through the artery, and the blood instantly stained a large area.

"We still have 5 minutes." Triton lazily licked the blood splattered on his cheek, reminding the proprietress who was having fun to speed up.

Even with the body strength of the Kraken, according to the speed of arterial blood collapse, it is estimated that the brain will fall into a state of shock due to excessive blood loss in 7 minutes at most, so set a time limit of 5 minutes first to avoid serious injuries.

"Don't worry, don't worry." The proprietress showed a smile, but with her appearance that looks like a completely mummified corpse in a pyramid, a toothy smile is more frightening than attractive

Her tone was relaxed, and the way she dealt with her opponents was the same. Under the smoke with her fingertips, the knives and forks lying obediently in the back kitchen floated up one after another and rushed into the billowing smoke in a sharp offensive formation, bringing out blood. With dull screams.

Someone fell to the ground, blood soaked the ground, and the hyena-shaped head wearing a mask slowly regained its human appearance, and its thick body gradually shriveled, and finally turned into an ordinary human.

he died.

This was not the first casualty of today, nor was it the last casualty today. Before the arrival of the police and fire brigade, the bodyguards led by the old housekeeper Tom came even faster.

"I received a message from my husband in advance." Regarding the quick response, the old housekeeper explained, took out his pocket watch and glanced at it, "At [-]:[-], let's make a quick decision, or we won't be able to catch up with dinner time."

He put the pocket watch away with a smile, and raised his hand to signal the two cars of bodyguards he brought to prepare for the attack.

All are very professional and experienced bodyguards.The FBI agents who also came down from the battlefield only needed to observe a few actions to find out the details of each other, and they exchanged a glance with each other cautiously.

Not the enemy.After making this judgment, they took two steps back to give the opponent a way forward. Compared with the FBI agents who brought a gun to the shelves, the bodyguards were well equipped, and even so, there were not many of them. Think that the bodyguards can save their employers alive - as long as you learn a little bit of relevant knowledge, you can judge how small the chance of being alive is.

Reid is one of them. All his experience and knowledge tell him that the possibility of this possibility is very small, but maybe, as he prays, maybe that one percent hope will come true. .

The headed bodyguard threw a flashbang sideways. What they were going to face was a group of fierce but mindless hounds. The group of hounds must not forget to wear masks to resist the attack of tear gas and smoke bombs, but he was sure they Must not remember that their eyes are as sensitive to tear gas as they are to light, and a single flashbang is enough to make them blind.

He guessed right, so before the smoke bombs dissipated, the bodyguards had already arranged the scene that should be arranged, and before the tear gas failed, they ran out carrying Triton, whose body was half red with blood, and the proprietress who was "in a coma". Immediately afterwards, several private doctors gathered around and performed their duties, carried the person into the ambulance and left quickly. It took less than 2 minutes for the whole past to fly away. When Reid reacted, he could only see the exhaust of the ambulance going away. .

But at least he was rescued.He breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that his hands were weak and his legs were weak, so he sat on the bench with his legs propped up again. He couldn't tell whether his heart was filled with more sadness or more joy, so he could only sigh with mixed feelings and hold his hands. I scratched my hair and buried my head, trying to clear this thing out of my mind.

"Mr. Reid?" A polite question interrupted his thoughts. He looked up and saw the grey-haired old butler looking at him with a smile, "Excuse me, are you Mr. Reid?"

"Yes..." He moved uncomfortably and stood up, "Do you have anything to do with me?"

"I am Mr. Triton's butler, I think Mr. will really want to see you." The old butler bowed slightly, "So can I ask you to visit Mr. Triton occasionally when he is hospitalized... Although I know this request is relatively innocent Li, but... really please."

Reid found himself unable to refuse such a request, he could neither refuse an old man who begged him so sincerely, nor could he resist the throbbing in his heart-he refused Triton's love, yes, but he had to admit that he did have feelings for him. In a certain sense, the affection is not as strong as love, but it is also impossible to ignore the other party when the other party is seriously injured.

"I'll go." He promised, "If there's anything he needs, I hope you can... tell me."

"Thank you very, very much." The old housekeeper took out a handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, bowed to thank him before turning around and getting in the car to leave here.

Triton's situation is indeed not very good. A certain sea monster with deep scheming has always believed in acting and doing a full set without leaving any clues, so the attack is real, the injury is real, and the blood that stained most of his clothes is also real. Yes, the loss of blood to unconsciousness and semi-coma is even more true.

It's just that Siren's physique is much better than that of normal humans, and his hematopoietic ability is also much stronger, so the amount of blood loss that is enough to kill an ordinary person is not so dangerous to him. The ambulance is full of a large tank from his birth. The deep sea water and sea sand of the Aegean Sea are enough to pull him out of the death line.

The ambulance was not headed to the hospital, but to the private airport, where the small helicopter was already on standby, ready to send its owner to the endless sea at the fastest speed.

Beautiful creatures born in the sea foam, the sea will naturally give them care and comfort.

As for the lady who was put into the ambulance together?

The beautiful and mysterious witch has a way of stealthily disappearing before anyone notices.

Fair deal isn't it?The powerless witch hunted down by the royal family needs her powerful friends to help get rid of those annoying killers and stalkers, and her deeply in love friend also needs some small scars to impress his hard-hearted admiration .

Of course she knew that such a trick was despicable, and even her friends admitted this fact, but for a cold-blooded species like the sea monster, maybe despicableness could be called a virtue.