The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Everyone in BAU has a business trip bag, which usually contains some personal toiletries and a change of clothes. When receiving an emergency mission, you can just take it and go out.

In addition to taking the business trip bag, Jack also picked up two Noveske N4s from the gun library and put them in the trunk of the F150.

It takes almost 18 hours to drive from Los Angeles to Denver. Colorado is a vast and sparsely populated state, and you will pass through large areas of uninhabited land along the way.

If Washer, the murderer in the crash not long ago, had been hiding in that no-man's land, the BAU would not be able to find him, let alone the FBI, even if the army was used, it would be difficult to search for him.

Because the vast tract of land west of the Rocky Mountains in this state has never been developed except for a few isolated Indian reservations, and there is not even a decent road.

Of course, it is impossible for Washer to hide here. Setting up solar panels or setting up a windmill in this kind of place may be able to solve the problem of power supply, but it is absolutely impossible to have a network, let alone a mobile phone signal, and using Starlink is basically It is equivalent to exposing one's position.

Few people like to drive long distances alone. It is too boring and there is no one to talk to.

The reason why Rosie was reluctant to go with Red was because there was too much generation gap between them. Apart from talking about cases and Rosie's crime novels, they had almost nothing in common.

But if Rossi had to talk about the case for more than ten hours or listen to Rhett praising his work, he would rather choose to go alone.

But taking Jack along, this journey is a completely different experience. Not only do you not have to drive yourself, you don't even have to eat the unpalatable fast food at the rest stops along the way.

Opening the oversized car refrigerator in the car, it was filled with marinated snowflake steak, fresh tomatoes and onions, sliced ​​bread, various kinds of braised pork and barbecued pork that you can taste when you open it, and even a roasted chicken. .

When he got tired on the way, he found a place to stop on the roadside. Jack set up the alcohol stove and could cook a big meal in a few minutes. Rossi sighed that this guy knew how to enjoy things better than himself, an Italian.

"Jack, you should remind me to bring a few bottles of good wine." Rossi said.

It was the afternoon of the second day when we arrived in Denver. The FBI office here is located in a neoclassical-style granite veneer building.

From the outside, it looks like a very impressive building, with cornices carved into gargoyles for drainage, and a bald eagle emblem inlaid on the front arch.

Of course, compared to the modern buildings in Los Angeles, the decoration here is a bit older. Even the elevators have old-fashioned fence doors, which look much older than Jack and Red.

The three of them arrived on the third floor and passed through an open office area, attracting many curious eyes. Then, there was a burst of whispers behind them.

Apparently many people recognized them. Not long after the crash, the grassroots agents stationed in Denver were dispatched by the emergency command center and met everyone in the BAU.

Not to mention Rossi, a big celebrity within the FBI. Many people have listened to his psychology lectures and even received relevant training.

A beautiful female agent with a proud figure, good looks, and a beauty mark on her chin hurriedly walked out of her office and greeted the three of them with a look of surprise on her face.

At first glance, she looks like a "mature" female version of Alexandra Daddario. Her eyes may not be that big, but her face shape is somewhat similar, but if you look closely, you will find that she It lacks that cuteness with a hint of baby fat.

Instead, there are slightly tough cheek lines, ambitious and sharp eyes, and crow's feet that cannot be covered despite makeup.

Jack noticed that the buttons on her seemingly dignified and decent professional suit were obviously too tight. They were very eye-catching. It seemed that this eldest sister was prepared for Rosie.

"David Rossi showed up here in person. Am I dreaming?" The female agent looked very excited and reached out her hand as soon as she saw Rossi.

Rossi shook hands with her in a gentlemanly manner, "You must be Agent Moss."

"Oh, please call me Gil. What would you like? Coffee or tea?" Agent Gil Moss seemed very enthusiastic.

"If you don't mind, we hope to take over this matter as soon as possible. This is Dr. Red and this is Agent Tavole." While Rossi declined, he also did not forget to introduce the two followers he had brought.

"Dr. Reed, Agent Tavole, thank you for coming." Compared to Rossi, Agent Gil Moss seemed less enthusiastic about the other two.

Although one of them is handsome and the other cute, and they are both in the strike zone of mature elder sisters like her in their thirties and forties, this elder sister completely turned a blind eye.

Jack couldn't tell whether he was really only interested in older men, or whether he had other intentions for Rosie, but he thought that a certain FBI 007 was experienced enough that he didn't need to worry about it.

"You said you have more information here, what exactly is it?" Rossi asked.

"Follow me, believe me, you will never be disappointed. There is a whole warehouse of various S\u0026M art photos, pornographic videos, and torture devices. But what really caught my attention was an article that was hundreds of thousands of words long. manuscript."

Gil Moss raised an index finger as he spoke to emphasize his tone.

"This is just a crazy cry from an extreme abuser and I think this is a big case."

Rossi, who was following her, was not confused by her series of exaggerated modifiers, "Don't worry, tell me how these things were discovered?"

“These items came from a rented warehouse in Norwood. Because the debt reached half a year, the owner of the warehouse had the right to auction the items inside. A pair of brothers bought the warehouse for $350. They are professional treasure hunters.

They found this inside and called the police directly. "

Gil Moss twisted his slender waist to lead the way, and only stopped to look back when he reached the door of a storage room.

"Didn't the person who rented the warehouse leave any information?" Rhett asked behind Rossi.

"No, the name is fake, Louis Ivey, no information about him was found, and the payment was in cash. It was the same before the payment was owed." Gil Moss said and opened the door of the storage room with the key. .

"Based on the information you sent me before, this person has a certain tendency to obsessive-compulsive disorder, and he doesn't seem like someone who would show such negligence."

Rossi said as he stepped into the storage room and was stunned.

"Anyway, he screwed up, otherwise we would never be able to catch this kind of person, right?" A small trace of pride appeared on Gil Moss's face.

What appeared in front of several people was two long conference tables filled with cardboard boxes, at least forty or fifty.

"Maybe, bring us some coffee." Rossi was shocked by the small scale.