Chapter 116 Brothers reunited
"You want it to be given to you for collection. You know, I was very insecure during that time."
Chris's speech is getting closer and closer to a normal person now.
Jack was a little hesitant. Although he probably wouldn't be able to use it, this kind of thing seemed to be very enjoyable just to look at.
"Let's wait until the gun storage in my basement is packed."
In the end, he didn't resist the temptation and nodded noncommittally. As an FBI agent who will face countless serial killers in the future, it makes sense to prepare more weapons for self-defense, right?
After submitting his resignation to the LAPD, he contacted David Rossi again, and received unexpectedly good news. The FBI decided to place the headquarters of the rebuilt BAU team in LA, which meant that he did not need to consider moving for the time being. Problem, you can pay off the mortgage honestly.
As for why this BAU team was placed in LA, Jack guessed that it might be because there are more serial killers in the West? (It’s not that the author is just lazy)
Anyway, future cases would all be carried out by special planes of the FBI, and he was too lazy to think about the real reason.
Chris is a person who pays more attention to the quality of life, which can be seen from the fact that the steaks in his refrigerator are Australian Wagyu beef.
Jack melted butter in a frying pan and watched him sort through his inventory while he cooked the steak.
Two sets of heavy-duty Interceptor body armor, each with a 3A-level bulletproof insert plate on the front and rear, an HK417 with a high-magnification lens, and a modified Barrett M82A1M, which should be the one he used before. The two are commonly used in SWAT MP5A2 submachine gun, equipped with laser sight, several pistols of different models, several MK3A2 offensive grenades and M84 shock bombs.
Jack curled his lips and thought that the two of them were going to participate in a war.
"Barrett should put it away, it will easily attract the FBI."
He suggested that the last time the [Southern Front] incident was too big, the FBI has been investigating this gun.
Chris lowered his head and thought for a moment, then repacked Barrett, turned around, took out another 7, and explained with a serious face.
"The ones who attacked Dana were professional mercenaries with good equipment."
Jack nodded, flicked his hand to throw the steak from the frying pan onto the plate, and reached for a pistol, "Then I'll use this one."
The SR1M "Victor", also known as the "Viper", is second only to the FK7.5 that Chris gave him before. Jack tried the feel, grabbed a box of 7N29 special pistol armor-piercing bullets and started filling the magazine.
With his current pistol shooting skills, he doesn't have to worry about not hitting someone. He only worries about not being able to penetrate the opponent's body armor. This is not a police mission. Against professional mercenaries, he can shoot two people in the chest and one in the head, and that's all. .
After lunch, he pulled out a sleeping bag from Chris's RV, and Jack found an empty room and lay down on the spot to recharge and wait for nightfall.
As the night got darker, the two drove off and headed to the high-end apartment where Rita Boone lived according to the address sent by Justin.
Rita Boone was very surprised by Chris's late-night visit. Even when she was held at gunpoint, the 60-year-old woman still strongly denied that she was involved in the financial director's death and expressed concern that someone was hunting Dana. Didn't know anything about Chris.
"Then things are very clear. The real culprit behind the scenes is your brother, Blake Boone."
Regarding Jack's statement, Rita Boone emotionally shook her head and denied it. She would never believe that her biological brother was such a person.
At this moment, the door was knocked again. Jack's heart moved and he motioned for Chris to hide with him. Witnesses would be sent to them soon.
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"Hello, Braxton." Chris walked out of the bedroom and faced his biological brother, but did not dare to look down at him.
Braxton Wolfe, who came to kill people in the name of his employer, was stunned on the spot, his hand about to draw the gun froze in mid-air.
"Chris? Is that you?" Braxton couldn't believe his eyes.
"I've been looking for you for ten years, but you just appeared in front of me, looking like you just saw me yesterday?"
His eyes were moist, his voice was hoarse, and he was pacing back and forth in front of Chris helplessly.
"I'm sorry, I should have come to you earlier." Chris looked guilty, looking down at his toes.
"What the hell is going on?" Rita Boone said in surprise from the side, unable to guess what song the three men who came to the door today were singing.
"Shh, don't interrupt the touching reunion between their brothers. I'll explain it to you later."
Jack pulled her aside and started eating melon mode.
"I guess you're happy to see me, right?" Braxton stared at Chris with complicated eyes.
"I'm happy, really." Chris took a step forward, but Braxton grabbed his neck and pushed him to the wall.
"I have a question for you, why did you and dad go to that funeral!"
"She abandoned us, don't you remember? Don't you remember?"
As he spoke, the two brothers began to struggle. Braxton threw him over his shoulder, knocking Chris, who was half a head taller than him but had no intention of resisting, to the ground.
"Dad's death is all your fault, do you know that?"
Braxton cried over and over while beating Chris.
"I'm sorry, really, I"
"You feel sorry? Sorry is useless, you damn freak, this is all your fault!!!"
Braxton hit his brother's head with a hammer, but in the end he cried so hard that he couldn't breathe, and fell to the floor beside him as if he was exhausted.
"You don't care about me at all. You don't care about your brother at all. I have been supporting you for so many years, but you insist on seeing that woman."
Braxton lay next to his brother, mumbling to himself.
"You should be looking for me, you shouldn't be looking for him, you should be looking for me. If you have to see your mother for the last time, you have to go to her funeral."
"If you feel like this is something you have to do, you should come to me and you know I'll always have your back."
"I'm sorry, brother, I'm not a freak anymore, I'm better. That man helped me, and he also helped Justin." Chris pointed to someone watching the show.
"Chris can no longer lose control. He has fallen in love recently. This is true. Uh, you go on and don't worry about me."
Jack felt extremely embarrassed and waved to Braxton, who was being helped up by Chris.
"Who is he?" Braxton looked at Jack in confusion.
"Jack, a policeman." Seeing his brother subconsciously pulling out a gun, Chris hurriedly grabbed his hand.
"A friend, a friend who is very important to us, Justin can talk to people normally now. Really, I can take you to see her."
