[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

Hotch supported the handrail of the stairs with one hand, jumped down, and lightly landed in front of the international spy, blocking his way.

The man in black short-sleeved took a quick step back, bowed his body, raised his leg and slashed at the gun in Hotch's hand. Hotch pushes the body of the gun with both hands to block, and at the same time bounces back the attacking person's foot.

"Not good!" Hotch felt his heart beating violently, and a sense of danger hit his heart. Before he had time to think about it, he quickly turned his head away, and a military thorn barely brushed his eyes, leaving a scratch on the corner of the eye .

As expected of an international spy, he is very skilled, and the weapons hidden on his body are also sophisticated enough.However, hotch is not vegetarian either.With a pause, Hotch lowered his body and grabbed the international spy's neck from bottom to top.

The man in black was nimble, turned over directly with his strength, and jumped behind Hotch in the air, but before he could make a move, he was hit on the waist by Hotch's elbow, turned around quickly, swept his feet, and was jumped up by Hotch to avoid it.

Hotch supported the man's shoulder with one hand, claw-like fingers, clasped his shoulder blade tightly, and pressed his knee against the man's stomach.The international spy blocked with his forearm, and lost the opportunity in an instant. Hotch twisted his wrist holding the military thorn with his backhand, and reversed with force, but the man was so strong that he still didn't drop the military thorn under such circumstances. Hotch hurriedly kicked the man's wrist, and in a shock, the military stab flew out of his hand and plunged into the wooden door next to him.

Tim looked at the gun in his hand, then at the maddog in the hand of the bearded Torres in front of him, and couldn't think of a solution for a long time.He raised his hand and scratched his head, did he really have too much style? Tim dropped his gun at last.

"Louis XIV, as expected, he is a person as rumored." Torres laughed, pointing to the knife that Tim threw on the ground.To be honest, he thought Tim was a bit silly, but it was undeniable that this man was a bit of a medieval knight. Torres took two steps forward, holding the maddog horizontally.

Tim looked at Torres, and without backing away, he kicked the gun away from his feet.

Torres drew another dagger from his lower back and threw it at Tim. Tim took the knife and took two steps back behind a statue.

Tim sighed, "You can just call me stupid, I know it myself." He just doesn't like taking advantage of others like this, otherwise it's just a matter of moving his fingers.

Torres laughed and took two tentative steps forward: "To be honest, I don't want to be your enemy. You are not easy to deal with."

Tim shrugged and said nothing.Moved a few steps sideways, keeping a safe distance from Torres.

I am very clear about how many catties I have. Tim himself was more of a sniper than a killer.He is not suitable for close combat, without that gun, he is enough.Compared with the average person, Tim's skill is still good, but compared with this Torres who looks like a professional killer, it is not enough.

"Stop talking nonsense, give me the chip." Tim said coldly.

"I'm dead, the thing is yours." Torres laughed, and the maddog reflected a cold light in the moonlight.

"Who's behind you?" Tim didn't think Torres got the chip himself to cause trouble, but Tim wasn't naive enough to think Torres would tell him either.

"Oh, I can't tell you that." Torres did not answer.

Tim's mind turned quickly, the Borgia family and the Pazzi family could be excluded. Eighty percent of the rotxxchild family is from the US government.The Discipline and Ned Herrant seem to have been lured here by the chip... damn, who the hell wants them to kill each other?

"Are you willing to give your life to the people behind you? If I pay double the price, how about you give me the chip? Then you can ask the US government for asylum..." Tim decided to try the lure, although the knife in his hand was still clenched with.No one can't be bought, except that you don't get the price he thinks is right.

Torres thought about it seriously, and finally gave a "tsk", and shook his head regretfully, "It's not that I don't want to give it to you, if I give you something, I will still die."

Tim's eyes widened in disbelief.Also watch Torres' expression carefully from behind the statue.Who is the character with such power?Why don't you know?It seems that there is nothing to talk about.

Tim takes a look at Torres, and one thing he realizes is that Torres doesn't look like he has the chip on him.Now it's even more troublesome.Even if he killed Torres, he couldn't get the chip!

"Where's the thing?" Tim was dissatisfied, how could it be possible to bring this guy back? The knife in Tim's hand was sent forward silently.

Torres smiled wryly, "You don't think I can run around with that thing." At the same time, he raised his knife to block.

In an instant, the two changed from a conversation mode to a hand-to-hand combat.

Fighting short knives is a technical job. Tim licked his shattered jaw, and the sting caused him to narrow his eyes slightly.My head is also cleared up a little bit, what Torres said sounds like a contradiction!Since the chip can be obtained by killing Torres, why is the chip not on him?

The moment Tim was dazed, he was hit in the face with a heavy punch. Tim raised his leg and slashed towards the person, but Torres dodged it. Tim didn't stop, and directly slashed on the plaster statue. In an instant, the plaster statue shattered, and the sky was full of dust and plaster fragments. Tim hid in it, and the saber popped out, calling on Torres' arm like a poisonous snake.

That's right, Tim really didn't want Torres' life, but the maddog in Torres' hands really made Tim jealous, so Tim planned to capture Torres alive.Not only was Torres a good guy, but Tim wasn't sure where the chip was.In public or private, Tim would not have directly killed Torres.What's more, it's definitely not easy for Tim to kill Torres!

"Do you want to help?" The little doctor looked at the big lion next to him, not quite understanding why he looked calm and not worried about Tim's appearance at all.

"I've always had confidence in my brother." The big lion smiled at the little doctor, "It's not the kind of brother that a good student like you knows!"

The little doctor immediately thought of the word "brother" used in gangsters!The scene in Little Brain was immediately transferred to "thegodfather".Those brothers of the Corleone family... The little doctor suddenly came back to his senses, and looked at Leo who was in a daze outside the window. He didn't have the usual grin on his face, his facial muscles were tense, and he seemed to have an indescribable expression. majesty.

Reird suddenly felt that this man was like the godfather in "The Godfather".

Leo felt something was wrong.If the bomb was detonated by the chip in Torres' hand, then someone played Nieder Herrant and the Discipline Gang at the same time, and of course, the US government and the Roxxschild family who should cooperate with the US government.Who has the guts and courage to do this?Offending so many people who are not easy to offend at the same time, is this rushing to see God?Of course, what Leo cares most is the "whoyouare"...

"Hey, what's the matter?" The little doctor was staring at Leo in a daze!As a result, the big lion stood up suddenly, which frightened the little doctor.

"You said, what kind of things can different people want?" Leo asked the little doctor in confusion.

Reid blinked, as if he didn't understand what Leo was saying.He scratched his head and straightened his bent long legs, "What can different people want?" Reid repeated the question, "This question is a bit complicated...it may involve the values ​​of different groups Conceptually. The values ​​of the same type of group are basically the same, but this is not necessarily the case. Different people still have differences. The desires of any two people are different. Like many intersecting lines, there will be intersections, but they will not It may be exactly the same, and the point of intersection is only the motivation for joint action. It is generally referred to as the exchange of interests..."

The big lion threw his little doctor down fiercely, and kissed him fiercely with a "baji".

The little doctor was stunned, and then blushed, pushing the big lion desperately, "You, you... someone!"

"Kid, you're so smart!" Leo said, wanting to hug the little doctor for a turn, but finally he had to give up under the strict prohibition of the little doctor.

"Kid, nothing meets everyone's expectations, right." Leo said: "Then the chip is just a cover. The Russian Discipline Gang wants weapons of mass destruction, and Ned Herrant must be doing it for Competing for a smuggling route, the Roxxschild family wants profit, Lieutenant General Bob hopes to find a murderer behind the scenes... Each interest group needs different things."

"You mean..." Reid immediately understood, it turned out that they were being tricked by the black hand behind the scenes!

"The detonator of the bomb is indeed in the hands of Torres, but there is more than one chip!" Leo said affirmatively.

The little doctor was forcefully left in the ambulance disguised as an ordinary van by the big lion, and then Leo jumped out at once.Before the little doctor could call Rossi to stop Leo, the big lion had already disappeared at the door of the hotel they were trying to escape from before.

"What did Leo do?" Rossi turned around in surprise, and saw the big lion disappearing under his nose like a gust of wind, so he hurriedly asked Reid who got out of the car.

The little doctor thought about it, sorted out his language, and told Rossi what Leo had just analyzed.

"It's too risky." Morgan leaned over to listen, and said disapprovingly, it's really not a good idea to enter that hotel again now.However, this is really Leo's style.

"Hollywood-style lone heroes are really annoying." The little doctor commented on the big lion's behavior dissatisfied.

The big lion is definitely action-oriented.

Leo ran down the stairs a few times, and returned to the bloody basement again.Kawaguchi's body was lying on the ground, and it had already started to stiffen.Blackened blood froth dried at the corner of the corpse's mouth, looking like a clown's smiling face.Too bad, the clown doesn't make people laugh at all.It's the same as the clown in "Batman" The Dark Knight, which makes people feel the taste of horror.

Leo looked down at the corpses for a long time, and then said slowly, "I know you are watching." Leo lowered his head, and looked into the wide eyes of the corpses, "You are such a conceited guy. With such conditions Is it interesting to gamble? Gambling, there will always be times when you lose."

The big lion squatted down next to Kawaguchi's body, and slowly dug his fingers into Kawaguchi's right eye, "Are you not sure? Hope to analyze my behavior pattern?"

If someone nearby saw it, they would definitely think Leo was crazy, at least not a normal person.

Leo laughed nervously, "It's a pity, it's a pity. You shouldn't expect to analyze the behavior of a lunatic. Otherwise, how could you be called a lunatic!"

Leo pressed his fingers hard, and then pulled it out, Kawaguchi's eyeballs were gouged out from the sockets.The blood that was about to dry slowly flowed out from the empty eye sockets of the corpse, like the paint on a clown's face melted away.

The eyeball connected to the nerve was round and fell into Leo's hand. Leo held it up and held it flat in front of his eyes. Then he stared at the pupil of the eyeball and slowly applied pressure with his hand. Leo's hands were shattered, and slurry splashed all over his hands.

The big lion raised the corners of its mouth happily, then he picked up the gun that fell aside, and cut open Kawaguchi's abdominal cavity.

After a hole had been cut in the corpse's stomach, Leo put his hand in.Stomach juice flowed out viscously, overflowing the bloodless wound, and the big lion's wet hand finally took it out.His hands are in a cage state.There is a chip in the palm.

"Let me guess... there is no shortage of a torso in the warehouse upstairs." The big lion narrowed his eyes.