The villain family business [Comprehensive British and American]

When Wilson returned home full of stars and moons, what he saw was his half-destroyed home.

Kicking off the wooden planks blocking the way, bypassing the crooked pillars, and moving away the crumbling old wooden door, Wilson walked into the short corridor between the bathroom and the living room, and saw the scars all over his body. , Jack Napier, who broke at least two ribs, dislocated his left hand and right foot, and was bound and thrown to the ground.

At this time, Mr. Napier seemed to be enjoying himself very much, pursing his lips from time to time, panting and laughing contentedly.

"Who tore down my house?" Wilson felt compelled to ask.

Jack licked his lips with reminiscence, "A cute little cat."

"..."

The nerve called reason was about to break. Wilson took a deep breath. After estimating that the possibility of getting the truth out of the other party's mouth was zero, he ignored those pleading eyes without hesitation, and headed straight to the ground. into the kitchen.

"Little Will, where are you going? Untie me first." Jack pitifully rubbed against the wall and sat up, yelling at Wilson aggrievedly.It's a pity that Wilson only paused at the kitchen door, then shook the booty in his hand, said dryly "cooking rice." Without looking back, he locked the door with a "bang".The house is destroyed like this, and the saint will be angry!

Jack blinked his panda eyes, and sobbed as he watched his friend resolutely go away, really wanting to cry without tears.

……

For Wilson, who was frowning and thinking in the kitchen, cooking was indeed a huge and cumbersome project, at least without Qiuqiu's guidance, he was completely unable to do the job.

And the so-called guidance...

"Drip! The little fish hasn't gone to the fishy line yet, so it's forbidden to cook!"

"Drip! The pot will overflow after 30 seconds, it is recommended to lower the heat!"

"Drip! Pay attention to the seasoning, 2 grams of salt, half a spoonful of soy sauce, and a small handful of coriander!"

And so on, to name a few.

Wilson was so busy that he couldn't see his skill in handling the experimental equipment at all. He looked at the kitchen utensils that were not affected by the war and were still in good condition, and he didn't know whether he was more fortunate or more disappointed.

Without warning, a muffled thunder "cracked" and the heavy rain poured down instantly.

Wilson glanced out of the window, slowly turned off the small fire, and poured the fish soup, which was too dark in color, into two small bowls.He sat down at the table exhausted, scooped out a spoonful, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and struggled to bring it to his mouth.

Well!It looks terrible, but it tastes good!Wilson was delighted to think that at least he didn't vomit or have a stomachache, and even the taste was more suitable for human consumption than before!Wilson, whose satisfaction level was so low in this regard, let out a long sigh of relief, and decided to ignore Jack's house demolition problem generously, and shared another bowl with him.Of course, the premise is to wait for him to finish drinking first.

Wilson was drinking hot thick soup in the kitchen sheltered from the rain, while Jack, who was separated by a board, was huddled in the corner with scars, facing the heavy rain, feeling innocent and pitiful.

In an instant, another thunderbolt struck, and Jack, the soaked chicken, lay on his back beside the short corridor, no longer trying to find a good place to shelter from the wind and rain.He felt that he would probably have a fever this time, and of course it wasn't a cute "little cat" that caused all of this, but Wilson, a hard-hearted and unsympathetic scumbag in the kitchen.

As for the fact that it was he and the little cat Clark who destroyed Wilson's house... Jack selectively ignored it irresponsibly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the torrential rain washed over Jack's body, washing away the paint on his face, gradually revealing a pale and thin young face with pale lips.Jack's appearance was originally handsome, but he was a little weak under the severe injury and cold rain, but the sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes added a little sharpness to this elegant scenery. The hideous scars that had scabbed over long ago destroyed most of this beautiful picture scroll.

But at this moment, accompanied by a rumbling thunder, a loud shout suddenly sounded.

"FBI!"

Jack was lying on his back at the corner where the boards were piled up, and saw a bronze-skinned black young man rushing in with a gun in his hand, but he pressed his ankle in a strange posture, and he seemed to be still unsatisfied.

After him, two more FBI wearing special vests rushed in, and the three of them searched the dilapidated wooden house extremely quickly.

"Safe!" A low voice came from the living room next door.

"Safe!" A male voice came from the bedroom a few steps away.

Jack blinked, raising his eyebrows with interest at such a weird development.In a blink of an eye, a big boy dragged his gun in an awkward posture, walked over cautiously, and opened his mouth blankly after seeing him, "Uh... is there someone here?"

Morgan and Hodge ran over quickly, looking at Jack's miserable appearance with unbearable expressions.

"I thought the unknown suspects only targeted women?" Morgan frowned, looking around vigilantly.

"You're safe." Hodge said, bent down, and quickly untied Jack. "Relax. Tell us where the criminal is?"

Jack blinked, vaguely aware of something, there was a flash of interest in his eyes, but it was blocked by the trembling and drooping eyelashes, and he didn't show any more.He was silent for a moment, and finally whimpered and cried as if he was relieved, and said incoherently as if he had collapsed: "In the kitchen, inside that door. He is going to kill me, save me, please save me."

"Looks like he needs towels and hot water before the paramedics arrive." Morgan muttered and said to Rhett, "Let's go in and you take care of this gentleman."

Rhett nodded.He knew that with his strength, rushing in would probably only hinder him, so he stayed where he was.

Morgan took a deep breath, pressed down on his ankle indistinctly, and his eyes instantly brightened.In the next second, he raised his foot suddenly, kicked open the closed wooden door with a "bang", then raised his gun and shouted, "FBI! Put down the weapon!"

Accompanied by the creaking sound of the wooden door, Morgan's face finally showed a comfortable smile of wish fulfillment.Kicking the door is still so cool!

However, what appeared in front of BAU was not a vicious criminal holding a gun or a knife, but a rather thin, fair boy with a spoonful of soup in his mouth.

"..."

Morgan repeated dryly, "...put down your weapons."

"???" Wilson looked at the intruders in confusion for a while, then frowned and drank the last spoonful of soup, then glanced at another small bowl still steaming from the corner of the table, and said hesitantly : "That's for Jack..."

Hodge probably understood that Wilson was talking about the man outside the house. Although this operation was full of weirdness, such as an inexplicably collapsed crime den and an unknown suspect with a strange attitude, he still said with a sullen face: "We will arrest him." Sent to the hospital for treatment, do not resist, follow us to the police station."

Wilson frowned, and looked over with a puzzled expression, "Are you sure I am the one who needs to go to the police station, not Jack?" He thought that the group of people came to catch Jack, so he wanted Jack to drink the soup before leaving. On the road, why does it look like something is wrong now?

It was Morgan who answered him, touched his waist, and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

"..."

Although it was inexplicable, Wilson still stretched out his hand very cooperatively, and the handsome black guy who claimed to be FBI handcuffed him on his back, pushed him out of the wooden house, and put him into a police car with long beeping.

Hodge and Morgan got into the car one after another. Wilson thought about the fact that there would be another FBI in the car with Jack, and couldn't bear it.The boy looked like a weak, malnourished chicken. He looked well-behaved and had no fighting power. He really didn't look like he could subdue Jack. Allay his worries.

Out of good intentions, he reminded, "It's better for you to go to that car separately..." In this way, Jack can be stopped when he goes crazy.

"And give you a chance to escape?" Morgan couldn't understand Wilson's hidden kindness at all. He snorted coldly, thinking of those women who were brutally murdered, and reprimanded with a bad attitude: "Be honest!"

Wilson rolled his eyes, closed his mouth wisely, and leaned back towards the back of the chair. He rubbed left and right to find a comfortable position, and settled down.

The police car fell silent, and Wilson looked sideways at the green-haired weirdo who was wrapped in a blanket and clutching a warm bag in the car next door, who was smugly smiling at Dr. Weak Chicken in the interval between his greetings, and reassured that he must have been tricked by Jack .

The police car roared past, and quickly hid in the darkness, getting farther and farther away from the dilapidated wooden house in the wilderness.

However, no one noticed that at the trunk of the police car at the end, there was a strange sphere with a white top and a red bottom, and an antenna on the head.

"Drip! Found an intruder, link WX-79, start tracking mode!"

……

Half an hour later, the group arrived at the Manhattan Police Station.

After being left alone in the interrogation room for more than an hour, Wilson finally began to feel bored.

After thinking about such things as whether to throw the troublesome Jack into the lunatic asylum after this time, how to efficiently ask the specific location of Klein's experimental base, how to disassemble the charming green meteorite that I occasionally got a while ago, and how to act like a baby when I go home. After escaping punishment and other extremely important matters, the FBI agents who came in with documents and boxes in their hands finally arrived.

It's 'old acquaintances' Hodge and Rhett.