[Zhongyingmei] The last string

"Are all BAU agents so hardworking?"

It's well into the night now, but apparently Viola isn't ready to leave work just yet.

Reese was sitting in the car, eating a hot dog he had just bought from a fast food restaurant not far away, with a cup of coffee in hand.

If it wasn't for the wrong time, people who saw it might think he was having breakfast.

But monitoring outside is such a hard thing, if it is an ordinary number, Reese may choose to be closer to her.

However, FBI agents?Still an excellent agent in a squad as famous as the BAU.

Rao is a former CIA like Reese who is very confident in his abilities, and he dare not act recklessly at this time.

After all, getting in and out of the NYPD and Quantico are two different things.

Even though, when he was in the CIA, he had been to more dangerous places, but it is better to be cautious at this time, isn't it?

"Mr. Reese, you should be glad Detective Mill isn't out on a case," Finch said seriously.

Reese twitched his lips, agreeing with Finch's statement.

In the past two days, they have carefully studied what kind of team BAU is, what cases it usually handles, and what kind of help it provides to the police.

In the end, they found that this team was really too hard and also too hateful.

With Viola Mill in such a small team, who would have murderous intentions towards her, if counted one by one a day, it would be next year.

They are all extremely dangerous characters.

The only connection they can now find between the three is Agent Aaron Hoter.

On one side is his ex-wife and children, and on the other side is his current girlfriend.

No matter how you think about it, it has something to do with him.

"How's your investigation on Agent Hoter?" Reese asked.

"Nothing special, if anything, he was in the emergency room three months ago," Finch replied, "I'm guessing it was a public injury."

After all, it is normal for an FBI agent to have a job like this.

"Mill and Hoter seem to be coming down." Hearing the conversation in the office over there, Reese straightened his face.

"Mr. Reese, please be careful not to be discovered by them, it's hard for me to help you at such a distance." Finch instructed.

"clear."

*****

Since Hotch was stabbed, Viola has taken over driving duties.

Although Hotch kept saying that he was healed and didn't need to be so careful, Viola didn't want him to be tired.

After all, with such a deep knife wound, and Hotch's mental state has been tense during this time, Viola is not like him to bother about such trivial matters.

Viola stopped at a red light, casually glanced up in the rearview mirror, and suddenly stopped.

"What's wrong?" Hotch asked.

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but... the car behind seems to be following us." Viola said softly.

She also saw this car when she just left the FBI building, and now she has driven three intersections, and the car is still there.

Hotch's expression sank, and he said, "We'll have a look at the next intersection."

The red light turned green, Viola stepped on the accelerator, and the car drove out. She looked in the rearview mirror again, and the black car had turned and drove away.

"...It seems that I was too nervous." She smiled self-deprecatingly.

Not only Hotch, but she had become a little wary since the Foyet incident.

"It's good to be careful," Hotch reassured, "Just focus on driving."

"it is good."

And now Reese, who was driving on another avenue, couldn't help but feel a cold sweat in his heart.

If he hadn't been monitoring Viola's cell phone, he would have been exposed at this time.

"Mr. Reese, we can't lose them." Finch's voice came through the earphones.

"Finch, do you have a way to locate Agent Mill's phone?" Reese asked as he parked the car slowly on the side of the street.

"give me some time."

Finch's ability was as reassuring as ever, but after a while, he had already confirmed Viola's position.

"Mr. Reese, I suggest you stay out of their sight."

"I know."

These FBI agents are really vigilant one by one.

*****

Viola just sent Hotch home and is now on her way to her house.

The two of their homes were not far away, and Viola arrived home in about 10 minutes.

The first thing she did after opening the door was to stand at the entrance and enter the password to turn off the alarm.

Since Hotch was attacked at home, she had also increased the security of her home in case Foyet would find her here one day.

They still don't know how Foyet broke into Hotch's house, and Viola feels that if she doesn't do something, she won't be safe enough.

After entering the password, Viola put down the office bag in her hand, and turned on the lights in the room.

She walked straight inside, wanting to go to the bedroom to change her pajamas first, but she stopped before taking a few steps inside, and quickly pulled out the hand and the gun from the back of her waist.

Perhaps she should now thank her for her habit when she was an undercover agent many years ago—even in her own home, she should always keep her penis in a state where she can touch it in a second.

The lights in the living room hadn't been turned on yet, but she had already seen figures in the darkness.

"Come out!" she yelled.

"Surprised? AgentMill?" It was Foyet's voice, with a twisted smile.

"How do you..."

"Oh! You must want to ask me, how did I get in?" Foyet's figure was mixed in the darkness.

Viola took a few steps closer and pointed a gun at the black shadow. She knew that Foyet's gun must also be aimed at her.

"Your home's security facilities are really easy to crack. I just hacked in a little bit, and the password came out with a bang."

Viola clenched her hands and the gun tightly, her expression ugly.

"Do you know what I'm holding in my hand right now?"

The next second, Viola heard a familiar voice.

It is the sound of cello strings being pulled by fingers.

Do not……

An extremely ominous premonition arose in her heart, but she remained motionless on the surface.

"I think you should be very clear, after all," Foyet chuckled under his breath, "you are a cello genius in Las Vegas."

"Oh, almost forgot, you haven't played the cello for years, have you?"

"Otherwise, why would you come here to be an FBI agent?"

Get your dirty hands off...!

"Actually, I'm not very fond of music." Foyet's voice was tinged with false regret.

"Surely you don't mind if I smash this cello? After all... Hehe, you are already an FBI agent!"

"If you think this will disturb my mood, then you are wrong." Viola's cold voice was exactly the same as Hotch's.

She knew she couldn't reveal a trace of panic or pain.

She can only let herself clear her mind now.

"Really? That's a pity."

'click! There was a loud noise, the sound of wooden products breaking after being hit hard on the ground.

But a moment later, gunshots rang out.

Blood burst from Viola's shoulder blades, and she fell to the ground with a crash, the gun dropped from her hand.

She tried hard to touch the gun, but the next second her hand was trampled on the ground.

"Ugh!" She clenched her teeth, not letting herself cry out.

"You're really not like your boyfriend," Foyet said as he leaned closer to her, a smile on his face that made Viola feel creepy. "He's more challenging."

"And you will be shaken by a piano." His voice was like the neighing of a snake, cold and terrifying.

"But it's okay, soon your boyfriend will be like you."

"Hehehe, you're the first," Foyet laughed happily, and suddenly lowered his voice, whispering in Viola's ear, "and Haley and Jack will go with you soon."

"Let me call him."

Foyet took off the landline on the table and dialed the number deftly.

"Viola?" Hotch's doubtful voice came from there.

"Hello, Agent Hoter," Foyet brought the receiver close to his mouth, trying to get his breath through, "I want you to listen to something, you'll like it."

He ignored Hotch's shouts on the phone and dropped the receiver on the table.

"Let's get started, Viola." He called her name affectionately, "It's a pity it didn't last long."

"You know I always like to start with the body."

"However, I think you'd prefer to start with the wrist."

Viola's light blue pupils constricted suddenly, and she struggled even more violently, receiving a heavy blow from Foyet.

"Well!"

"A musician's hands are really precious, aren't they?"

Foyet was satisfied to see that the original firm eyes of the detective below him began to show struggle and fear, even if it was only a little bit, it made him suddenly excited.

This is the expression that a person should show in the face of danger, it is really charming.

So exciting!

The dagger stabbed towards Viola's wrist through the wind, but stopped at the last moment.

After the loud sound of breaking the door, the alarm in the room suddenly sounded wildly, which caught people off guard.

Someone broke into the door!

Foyet's face changed, he didn't believe that Hotch and the police could arrive so soon.

He quickly stood up, his hand and gun had just been raised, and before he could react, the gunshot had already rang out.

The next second, there was a sharp pain in the knee.

"I'm so sorry." The middle-aged man who walked over from the door was tall and tall, with a few strands of white hair, and his voice was magnetic, hoarse and deep, extremely sexy.

"Are you all right, Agent Mill?"

The man walked quickly to Viola's side, kicked the gun away from Foyet's hand, and then tried to help Viola up.

"Behind!"

The female detective who fell on the ground noticed that Foyet, who was behind the man, had actually stood up with the table, the tablecloth was torn off by him, and all the things on it fell to the ground, making a mess.

This kind of endurance is absolutely not possessed by human beings.

And the man didn't even turn his head, raised his hand slightly and fired a shot in the back.

Foyet fell again, this time appearing to be shot in the foot.

The man slowly turned his head to take a look after firing the gun. Foyet was still struggling to get up, and he was extremely surprised.

It is rare to see such a tenacious person.

In desperation, the man could only hit Foyet on the head with the butt of the gun, and the serial killer finally passed out completely.

"Who are you..." Viola grabbed her shoulders and struggled to get up from the ground.

"It's a relevant third party." The man smiled at her shallowly.

The man glanced at his watch, as if to confirm the time.

"I'm sorry, but I'm leaving," the man showed her an apologetic expression, "I think you can handle this one well?"

He was referring to Foyet, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

Viola nodded in a daze.

"Goodbye, then." He turned and walked away quickly.

And Viola didn't react at all, and could only watch the man disappear at the door of the house.

*****

Reese drove away before the police car arrived, leaving the house, and Finch's voice came back.

Just now, after Viola returned to her home, Reese found that the monitoring of the female detective's mobile phone was suddenly cut off, as if the signal was blocked.

This kind of situation didn't happen during the surveillance yesterday, and he knew that something must have happened to Viola.

Reese, who was still a few intersections away, could only speed up the car and almost ran a red light.

Fortunately, we caught up.

"Mr. Reese, are you okay?" Finch lost contact with Reese for a while, which made him very worried.

"I'm fine, the danger should be out of the way." Reese replied with a low smile.

"……what have you done?"

"It's nothing."

"Please tell me, did you shoot someone again?"

"…Harold, that's a serial killer."

"Serial Killer?! OK...but..."

……

The author has something to say: Do you think the speed at which I let the Buddha exit the stage is not very fast?

Actually, heck, it's not very cruel, right... (Put the lid on the pot and run away)

Characters in this chapter

John Reese retired from the CIA, the file shows his death, but now he has become a mysterious figure in New York City 'Maninsuit'

Creator of Harold FinchTheMae, who periodically gets a social security number from TM of someone who may be the perpetrator or the victim

Gee·Foyet Boston Reaper, the serial killer who is probably about to be handed out by me