Chapter 255 Doomsday Cult

A flower of blood exploded from Henry Foster's ribs, and almost at the same time a 7.62mm bullet entered his temple and took part of his brain as it flew out the other side.

The corpse stood frozen for a moment, then slumped onto the girl on the ground, causing her to scream in fright.

Almost at the same time as the gunshots were fired, less than 20 meters away from them, the three Jiejie men hiding behind a rock rushed forward.

"Good marksmanship!" Harris praised. He chose to grasp a larger part of the torso, but in fact the effect was far less than Jack's headshot.

Being shot in the torso will not cause immediate death. The opponent may subconsciously pull the trigger before dying, which will pose a threat to both the hostages under him and Hotchner under the cliff.

Harris packed up his Remington M700 and put it on his back. "See you at the bar tonight. I will prepare the best beer and bourbon."

After saying that, he went down the hillside by himself.

Rossi picked up the shell casing that Jack had fired and played with it in his hand, staring blankly at the distant scenery without making a sound.

"Still thinking about what Harris said just now?" Jack put away HK417, put it aside, and sat beside him with his knees hugged.

"Not just Ruby Ridge, but Waco half a year later, and Oklahoma City."

"Everyone remembers it was an FBI sniper who killed a mother with a baby, and six months later in Waco, we killed 6 people, women and children, without firing a single shot."

"These scenes are still lingering in my mind, why so many people don't trust us."

"After that, many of my old friends left the FBI, and I was shaken."

The Waco that Rossi refers to is the David Jiao tragedy that occurred in Waco, Texas, which began on February 1993, 2.

Also after the failure of the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms operation, the FBI took over and mobilized National Guard tanks and armored vehicles to siege the David Jiao Ranch in the center of Mount Carmel.

After more than 40 days of stalemate, the FBI decided to use tear gas to launch a raid. As a result, during the raid, the sectarians poured liquid fuel directly into the building.

In the end, including more than 20 children and two pregnant women, a total of 76 people were killed.

And two years later, on April 1994, 4, the second anniversary of the Waco tragedy, a truck loaded with more than 19 tons of a mixture of Apricot fertilizer, Apricot methane and diesel fuel was found in a nine-story building. An explosion on the north side of the federal building in Oklahoma City.

168 people were killed and nearly 700 were injured. This was the largest KB attack in North America before 911/.

The murderer McVeigh was a supporter of the militia and a sympathizer of David's disciples. According to his confession, his purpose in creating the bombing was to prevent the government from committing another massacre in the future such as the Waco massacre or the Ruby Ridge incident. Such a "crime".

In short, these things are very fascinating to Jack. When he was in the government, he had looked up some relevant materials with great interest and watched related documentaries.

But Jack still can't understand the logic behind these things. In fact, even the Americans themselves have thousands of opinions.

The doomsday cult was founded by a psychotic control freak whose leader made it his mission to sleep with all the wives of his followers. This caused a tragedy, and two years later, it became the trigger for a horrific bombing.

The murderer's view is that the tough behavior of the federal law enforcement agencies caused all the tragedies, basically ignoring the evil deeds of the leader ranging from a woman in her 50s to a girl just over 10 years old.

Because in his opinion, these women were all "voluntary". It was not until later, when the country began to promote the normalization of children changing their surnames from top to bottom, that Jack gradually began to understand.

"So, what brought you back to the FBI?" Jack asked.

"Unfulfilled wish." Rossi made a fool of himself.

Jack had no intention of letting him go easily and pointed to a string of bracelets held in his other hand.

"You have to know that although we are not as experienced as you, since we are in BAU, it is really difficult for individuals to have any secrets."

Rossi still shook his head insistently, "It's not the time yet. This matter has been going on for too long. I need time to sort out my thoughts, but I promise that when I need you, I will not hesitate to ask for help."

"I hope you remember this sentence. Since you have worked hard to form this team, you should let it play its due role. Everyone, including me, is so outstanding and will not let you down."

Jack boasted very brazenly.

While the two were talking, the three people on the opposite side were waving at them. The kidnapped girl was unharmed, except that she was overly frightened, and had already left under the escort of two local police officers.

The coroner who rushed over also finished his work, and his assistants were struggling to transport the body down the mountain on a stretcher.

From the angle where the two of them were now, the figures of Jie Jie, Rhett and Emily were coated with a golden halo under the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Did you trust me too much?" Jack put the rifle into the trunk and said to Hotchina with a smile.

"That's close to 300 yards away. This is not a professional sniper rifle."

Hotchner shrugged, "It seems I have no choice. At least I'm further away from his muzzle than that girl."

Jack was at a loss for words for a moment. He just wanted to stir up the conversation to see if Hotchner could give him some equipment. However, the upright man said such an awe-inspiring sentence that he didn't know how to continue.

"I will apply for a special sniper rifle for you." Hotchina grinned.

Tsk, I have learned badly, and even learned to joke about poker face.

Harris is not bragging. His bar not only tastes good beer, but also has strong self-brewed whiskey. Everyone in BAU enjoyed a rare "fish and water relationship".

This may also be extremely rare. The scene where FBI agents and militiamen had a drink at the same table, the local sheriff and several police officers were also present, and everyone also raised donations for the police officer who died before.

Jack was so shameless that he even ate and took, carrying a large bag of fresh beetroots onto the Gulfstream business jet.

This thing is considered one of Montana's specialties. As a southerner, he really hasn't had much contact with this kind of sugar crop that grows in the north.

The local pickled beets surprised him a lot before, and it seemed to have more flavor than pickled radishes.

When Jack returned home to Los Angeles, it was already late at night. When he opened the door, he saw an uninvited guest on the sofa. Hannah had a book covered on her face and was sleeping soundly.