Chapter 328 Chicago Police Department

"Why are you all looking at me like this?" Rhett looked at the people surrounding him in surprise. Even Hotchner stared at him with bright eyes.

"How long has it been?" Emily asked Garcia nervously.

"One minute left." Garcia's nose was sweating, and he was also extremely nervous.

"What's wrong with you?" Rhett was confused and a little frightened by these guys.

"Don't ask questions, tell us, how are you feeling now? Do your fingers and lips feel numb, or are you feeling uncomfortable in other parts?"

Emily interrupted Rhett's question and reached out to try to look at his eyelids while asking.

Rhett was a little dumbfounded and didn't react until his eyelids rolled up before he asked weakly, "Are you worried about my health?"

Before she finished speaking, she heard Emily scream, "Rosie, you cheated!"

Next to the large refrigerator in the office, Rossi had quietly opened the refrigerator, took out a large portion of cake-sized jelly-like food, scooped out a large piece with a spoon, put it into his mouth, and then narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

Garcia, Emily, and Hotchner, who usually locked himself in the office to write reports and always acted like a leader in front of everyone, each had a spoon in hand and attacked the big plate in Rossi's hand.

"Is the thing they are grabbing for the super delicious fish jelly you gave me to taste when I came in this morning?"

Rhett frowned, and then he asked Jack who was watching the show belatedly, "What is that made of?"

"Fresh puffer fish skin and porcini mushrooms were flown in from Seris 24 hours ago. I only got a few of them through a legally licensed restaurant. I already finished the fish last night."

Seeing that his face was starting to turn pale, Jack was a little amused, "Don't worry, I'm using the safest puffer fish, bred by the most professional breeders in Serris, to ensure safety."

"Cocago is them." Rhett looked frail and injured.

"If you don't grab it, it will really disappear. If you want to eat this delicious food next time, you have to wait until March to May next year."

Before Jack finished speaking, there was a rapid click of high heels hitting the ground. As the footsteps got closer and closer, everyone followed the sound and looked.

"Let me guess, where is the big trouble?" Emily put down her spoon angrily.

"Chicago, home invasion, aggravated violent assault, four dead, blunt force injuries, no stab wounds or gunshot wounds."

Jiejie took the lead towards the conference room, talking as she walked.

"A single case? The Chicago police sent us an invitation to cooperate?" Rossi took out his handkerchief, wiped the silver spoon in his hand, and asked doubtfully.

"The invitation came from the director of their general bureau. There has been a series of vandalism incidents near the crime scene recently. They are worried that this case is an escalation of violence, which means that a series of serial cases are about to occur."

"The crime occurred in a newly developed residential area, surrounded by some black working-class communities. The security situation is not that bad. It is much better than the South District where drug dealers and gangs are everywhere."

"But you know, the gap between the rich and the poor is still huge, and there are protests from time to time."

Hotchner found a chair, sat down, and asked, "Are all the victims rich?"

Jiejie nodded, "Yes, the two couples are both newly moved middle-class people."

"Is there any property damage?" Reid raised his hand and asked.

"The police chief said nothing was missing. It was not a robbery." Jiejie replied.

"What's the race of the victims? Are they all white?" Jack asked.

"No, a black couple and a white couple."

Emily raised her eyebrows, "So it's not out of racism?"

Jiejie raised the thin folder in her hand. There was not even a photo of the scene in it. "The crime occurred last night. The local police wanted us to meet at the scene of the crime."

"Jiejie, tell the plane to be ready. We will leave immediately." Hotchner simply stood up and left his seat.

"From a simple incident of vandalism to four deaths, it escalated too quickly. Are there other victims?" Rhett murmured.

"That's what I'm worried about. Go pack your things first, Jack. You may need to check the armory." Rossi said solemnly.

Jack made an OK gesture and took the order.

Because they were always ready to go on a business trip, everyone had prepared some emergency clothing in the office so that they could just grab and go. Only Jack spent a little more time in the armory.

Needless to say, everyone has a set of body armor and bulletproof plates. He also packed his Barrett MK22 sniper rifle and three Noveske N4 carbines. In addition to ammunition and magazines, he also packed some tear gas and shock bombs.

As the third largest city in North America, Chicago's security situation is much worse than that of Los Angeles, especially since a black female mayor was appointed this year. A series of white and left-wing policies have directly caused this already chaotic city to be compared to a war-torn area.

If anyone is not impressed by the chaos in the city of Chicago, just know one thing.

At the University of Chicago, which is ranked among the top ten in the world, there are more than 20 gangs of various sizes entrenched around the Hyde Park community where it is located, and there are constant gunshots all year round.

The last time Jack came to Chicago, he came to help the Wolf brothers. In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed. Now he has no acquaintances in the city. Both Chris and Braxton were deceived by him to the countryside of Los Angeles. Raise pigs.

When Jack came to Chicago twice, he never entered the city and had no chance to take a good look at this city famous for its gangs.

This is an industrial city with a very different style from Los Angeles. As the traffic passed between the high-rise buildings, Jack felt a strong Gotham wind blowing against his face.

It is said that the Gotham City in the "Batman" comics seems to be alluding to New York in public perception, but according to the earliest setting, its urban style actually comes from Chicago.

Saboban, still in black, drove everyone in the BAU to the crime scene. As soon as he got out of the car, Jack saw an old face with cold lines and a stinky expression waiting next to a police car.

"Inspector Hank Boyt? I'm Jennifer Jeange, and these agents are Rosie, Hotchner, Jack, Prentice (Emily), and Dr. Reed."

Jiejie, who was the first to get out of the car, took the initiative to make an introduction. Her enthusiastic attitude made Hank Boyt, who had a stiff expression, barely grin at the corner of his mouth and squeeze out a somewhat scary smile.

"Chicago Police Department 21st Precinct, Intelligence Unit Chief Hank Boyt, welcome to the Windy City."

The two beautiful female police detectives standing next to him were much more enthusiastic and took the initiative to reach out and shake Jiejie's hand.

"Hi, I'm Kim Burgess."

"Eileen Lindsay."