[Criminal Minds] Wooden Legs of Justice

"I really don't want to kill you." Torres looked at Tim, who fell to the ground beside him.

The dagger in Tim's hand was stuck on the wooden railing, and the handsome blond man was almost unarmed at this moment.

Tim spat blood to the side.He felt that his lungs were injured, and the smell of blood came directly from the inside of the trachea, completely uncontrollable. Tim laughed at himself, saying that melee combat has never been his strong point.

The blond-haired man could only comfort himself, the dagger was useless anyway, after a few rounds it would curl up.So, he really hates the sabers used by the Marine Corps, maddog and so on are completely against the common sense, okay?

"That's what I thought too. If only you wouldn't kill me." Tim laughed awkwardly.It doesn't seem like begging for mercy, but it has a provocative taste.

Torres squinted his eyes and looked at the rumored "Louis XIV". It looked really good-looking, just like the rose with his same name. Unfortunately, the dark atmosphere was too strong, which completely covered up the beauty of him.

"It's a pity... If I can let the famous Louis XIV die in my hands, my reputation will definitely go further." Torres rubbed his chin and smiled.

Tim rolled his eyes, who wants to be a stepping stone for you!

Torres didn't care about Tim's expression, "Who asked you to work for BAU? If you still play well as your Louis XIV, I guarantee that no one will want your life."

Tim is not an idiot, this Torres knows so many things, and the people behind it probably have some behind-the-scenes operators, but they just don't know what the purpose of those behind-the-scenes is.

"A wolf is a wolf, and once it's raised, it's a dog." Torres looked down at Tim who was sitting on the ground in front of him with great interest, like a wild beast that has spotted its prey.

"How many wolves are left in the world? How many dogs are there? You're just giving your life to others, don't make it sound like you're still free." Tim sneered and spat the blood from his mouth at Torres.

Torres showed no signs of being irritated, and looked as if nothing had happened, but his frown let Tim know that Torres was unhappy, and probably dissatisfied with the situation where he was serving people.

"You're nothing more than a dog, you've been pinched by someone..." Tim said slowly, paying attention to Torres' expression.He didn't think a bearded killer would have a good temper. Didn't he see what BAU said in his behavioral analysis? People with such looks are usually impulsive.

"You just have to do it, right? Someone is threatening you? With what? Oh, not money, not your family... So, your little lover?" Tim tensed his back guardedly, watching Torres, looking sullen, knew he was right.

Torres was obviously not a man who could accept being underdog, he roared violently, and rushed towards Tim, the maddog in his hand brought out a cold light.

Tim's eyes narrowed slightly, and a cold arc formed at the corner of his mouth.

Hotch kicked the international spy's ribs hard with his leather shoes, and the man curled up in pain, panting uncontrollably. Hotch exerted force on his feet and pressed down slowly, "You shot Tim just now, didn't you?"

The man struggled weakly, but the man whose limbs and joints have been removed really couldn't get rid of the foot that stepped on his ribs, so he could only grit his teeth and keep silent.

Hotch didn't have that much patience, a slight "click" sounded, and the man on the ground twitched as if he was about to die. Hotch didn't care about him anymore, and was going to go upstairs to help Tim who didn't know what was going on.

There was a sound of "呲", which was the sound of gunshots. Hotch turned his head and saw Kanoge slowly retracting his gun, and the international spy who fell to the ground and twitched was completely silent. Hotch frowned, ignored Kanoge and the group of unkind men behind him, and ran upstairs quickly.

Kanoge looked at Hotch's back complicatedly, and had to wave his hands to signal his subordinates to follow after a while.The snipers on the outside have also been arranged properly, as long as they are not their own people in the building, they will all be killed.It's a pity that Kanoge doesn't know that he is like the police in American hero movies, he is always the last to arrive.

Torres fell to the ground in disbelief, with a handle stuck in the middle of his collarbone, except for the ring of the clasp, the other parts were completely submerged into his body. Tim stood up clutching his ribs, staggering, but the sneer at the corner of his mouth hadn't stopped yet. The maddog fell to one side, blood standing on the sharp blade.

Just now, Tim took advantage of Torres' pounce on him, and stuck the stab at his waist into the middle of Torres' collarbone.That position is a place where people can lose all mobility in pain.Unfortunately, Tim, who is not good at melee combat, was cut by maddog in the ribs, which is definitely not a small cut.

Hotch rushed upstairs and saw such a scene. Tim smiled weakly at the supervisor, and then noticed that Hotch's cold face looked even more gloomy.

Hotch breathed steadily, raised his foot and walked towards Tim, and happened to kick Torres on the head as he passed by, knocking the bridge of Torres' nose in an instant.

Leo cut up the corpse quickly while blowing a ditty from a German fairy tale.The wooden boxes in the warehouse are not ordinary things.The embalmed torsos were dragged out one by one by Leo and thrown on the ground.

"Ha, here." After cutting almost ten torsos, Leo withdrew his hand in satisfaction, holding a small chip device in his hand.

Soon the snipers outside the hotel were killed by swat people, and the National Security Bureau appeared in suits and ties.

"A face-saving guy!" Morgan murmured dissatisfiedly as he tugged at his dirty clothes.

The BAUs left here in the hotel were finally relieved when they received the safety letter reported by Hotch, and entered the hotel together with the people from the National Security Bureau to start finishing work.

"My God!" exclaimed a woman from the NSA.They stood in the warehouse of the hotel, facing a field of dismembered bodies, many of which had been disembowelled.

The little doctor hurriedly dragged the big lion who was still poking the corpse with a gun to prevent him from doing any unacceptable behavior.

"The chips were in the stomachs of the corpses, and I had to cut them open." Leo explained, while "kindly" handing the chips to the people from the National Security Bureau.The people from the National Security Bureau immediately took half a step back.Who wants to pick up this kind of thing directly by hand!

Rossi looked at Leo suspiciously. He felt that the lion had a very happy expression, and there was absolutely no need to talk about it.

Morgan bared his teeth and looked at Leo with a smirk, and he didn't think there was a possibility that the big lion "had to".

The resolution of the subsequent events looked perfect.Security Service personnel took over the scene, the chips were deciphered, and the bombs that had filled the hotel's ventilation ducts were stopped and defused.Apart from the casualties at the beginning, nothing that could be called a panic occurred.

"What do you mean to my brother?" Kanoge stopped Hotch outside the ambulance.At this time Tim was sent to an ambulance for treatment, but fortunately there were no fatal injuries.

Hotch looked at the eldest son of the pazzi family in front of him, and a sneer flashed in his eyes, "What identity are you using to ask me this question, kanoge.pazzi?"

Kanoge gloomily looked at this well-mannered man, he was worthy of being a BAU, and nothing could escape his eyes.

"He's my younger brother." After a long while, Kanoge said with difficulty, "Tim has always been the type who won't let go, please treat him well." Kanoge shook his head with a wry smile, and finally reached out to pat Hotch on the shoulder.

Hotch looked at Kanoge for a while, made sure that he would only appear as Tim's brother in the future, and replied, "I will."

Tim was not being honest in the ambulance, and after molesting the pretty nurse for a while, he leaned on the window and looked out.After watching the conversation between Kanoge and Hotch for a while, the pretty blond man smiled happily and finally calmed down.

Five days later, the BAU office was filled with gloom.Although the case was resolved smoothly, there was more paperwork than ever before.Hotch, who was originally the core strength of file processing, had a rare strike, because he had to visit Tim in the hospital from time to time.

Fortunately, relevant information indicates that the mafia forces and family forces involved in the United States have completely withdrawn.The strange thing is that the Russian Discipline Gang finally behaved like fleeing in despair!Heard that their North American head was killed in bed at night while he was sleeping.

"Don't tell me you didn't do this!" The little doctor yelled at the big lion who had nothing to do in a low voice, "You didn't sleep in the hotel on the last night in Las Vegas! Don't think I don't know!"

The big lion lazily smiled at Emily who was looking back at them worriedly, "Well, who made them listen to other people's words and write you whoyouare words! Well, don't be angry for irrelevant people, I Little Doctor, they don't matter."

Inside a luxury cruise ship on the Atlantic Ocean, Yalin. Borgia smiled helplessly, and on the table in front of her was a letter from the US Department of Homeland Security. "Are you satisfied now?" He looked up at Kanoge in front of him.

"It's just for the benefit of the family." Kanoge lowered his head and played with the power ring on his finger.The old man expressed his satisfaction with his actions in the United States this time, and finally retired.

"Looks like I should congratulate you." Yalin looked at the ring that only appeared on the pazzi family patriarch's hand and said.

"Actually, we let Leo play it all." Yalin sighed. "It's us who invited him! He turned his face and refused to recognize anyone." He really had nothing to say about this old friend.

"Leo has always been easy to mess with. Who made you want to use him? Otherwise, there wouldn't be so much trouble!" Kanoge was angry when he thought about it.

There must be two chips, Yalin does not believe that Leo will give all of them to the National Security Bureau, and the other chip must have been handed over by Leo to his family to negotiate a deal with the US government.As he expected, people from the National Security Bureau sent him a letter within two days, ordering the Borgia family to withdraw from the United States. The letter came with a list of Borgia's influence in the United States, which means, we will let you go , hurry up and go.Even politicians who have been friends with each other in the past can't get through.It is estimated that these sites have all entered the mouths of the Harbsburg family.After this fight, the Niederherant family was seriously injured, and let go of the smuggling route in the Netherlands. Unfortunately, this will be divided equally among the three families of Borgia, Pazzi and Harbsburg... Yalin felt that he was simply giving to others Make a wedding dress!

"The Discipline Gang is in chaos in North America right now. It seems that the person in charge has been killed. Leo probably did it." Kanoge said, "I think his elder brother is laughing like crazy, such a capable younger brother..."

"Torres. King, life imprisonment." The judge made a final decision.

Leo and Little Doctor came to observe the trial in BAU.The little doctor looked at the big lion that was about to fall asleep next to him, and stretched out his hand to Leo's arm—twist!The big lion shivered and woke up.

"It's over?" Leo rubbed his arm and woke up.

"Well, no period." The little doctor said.Although he was angry that Torres hurt Tim, but the man with the wounds all over his body heard that he was forced to...

"This is a killer, do you still have sympathy?" Leo always felt that the little doctor had too much sympathy.

"You are also a killer!" The little doctor gritted his teeth.

"Torres. King, someone is visiting the prison." The prison guard knocked on the iron door, motioning for Torres to come out.Even prison guards like them are unwilling to offend such a character. I heard that he is a professional killer.Besides, this kind of person may have a few friends of the same type outside, and they don't want to die anytime soon!

Torres actually had a good life in prison, and even the felons who had committed crimes together kept him at arm's length.After being repaired by him, the few who were not good-looking were honest. Torres stretched lazily, and went to the reception room with the prison guards.

There were two men waiting for him inside, the blond Torres knew him, wasn't he Tim from "Louis XIV" who had a fight not long ago and finally sent him in!I haven't seen the other one, a man with long black hair, who looks like a ruthless character. Torres unconsciously raised his guard.

"Don't be nervous, we just came to see you. By the way, you don't have to be nervous about your little lover. I guess the guy over there who doesn't know something thinks you are useless, so he plans to send someone to kill your little lover." Tim had an expression of not waking up, and his face was pale from blood loss that hadn't recovered.

Torres stood up abruptly, his face gloomy.But before he could open his mouth, the black-haired man said, "Don't be nervous, and then I met those people..." The black-haired man raised his mouth and showed a meaningful smile, "I am I think it's safer in federal prisons at the moment."

Torres couldn't figure out what it meant, so the two left, and he was brought back to the prison by the prison guards.At this time, there was a chaotic noise inside, and the prison guards had to beat their batons desperately to quell the commotion.

"What's going on!" the big black prison guard asked while pulling a prisoner.

"The new 337 stole 132's things." The prisoner replied.

There was a booing sound below.The newcomer 337 looks like a rare beauty, and it is self-evident what this means among a group of vicious prisoners.And that 132 was originally a small boss here.

Torres felt his brows twitch, and then heard a grinning voice reply: "It's just a Playboy book, and, if you say it's yours, it's yours? Why doesn't it agree to you when you call it?"

Torres turned his head and looked over, and saw a young man with light brown hair standing in the middle of the crowd, not afraid, with a copy of Playboy in his hand.

"It wasn't you who was so elusive!" Torres strode over there, frowning, and grabbed the young man, "Isn't it? Thief Castle!"

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