Chapter 809 The Farmer and the Snake

The FBI ID is usually a wallet with a steel-stamped badge on the front. When opened, it is divided into two cards. The top card is printed with the full name and number of the FBI and is watermarked with the eagle emblem.

On the left side of the lower part is the ID photo. There is a date underneath the ID photo. There is a vertical column of handwritten signatures on the right side. The golden FBI badge can be worn alone or stuffed into a wallet. It is not fixed.

Jack had an ominous premonition in his heart. He took out the lower half of the card and tore off the mugshot of the murderer covering it, revealing the real photo printed directly on the card below, a bald man who looked about the same age as Rosie. Old white man.

He directly took out his mobile phone and called Garcia, "Sweetheart girl, help check for Ed Schutzbach. He should be a retired agent. Try to see if you can contact him."

"What happened?" Everyone in the BAU who arrived later saw Jack's ugly face and couldn't help but feel a little strange. After receiving the certificate handed over by Jack, Rosie's face also became ugly.

"I hope he just accidentally lost his ID and forgot to report it," Rossi whispered.

As FBI agents, we all know the seriousness of lost documents, even judging from the date of the document, this Ed Schutzbach is a retired agent.

Soon the phone rang again, Jack turned on the speaker directly, and Garcia's voice came from the phone, "I found it, delicious little handsome guy, Ed Schutzbach, retired detective in charge for 18 years, I Haven't been able to contact him yet.

But the clear blue water and Mai Tai cocktails in his Facebook photos make me look forward to my future retirement life. "

"Garcia, it's me." Rossi's voice was a little difficult, "Can you contact Agent Schutzbach's family?"

"Oh, sorry, sir." Garcia heard Rossi's voice and instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.

"I just made a few calls. Agent Schutzbach's relatives on the East Coast have not had much contact with him recently. I found his old partner, Agent Green, who is also retired.

He said that he just held a barbecue party for his old colleagues yesterday, but Agent Schutzbach was absent. He didn't think much about it because his old partner often went fishing away from home. "

Garcia paused, as if he had just come to his senses, "Uh, so does this respected retired detective have anything to do with our current case? Oh, my God, does it?"

"No, not what you think, honey, send me his address."

Before Jack finished speaking, Rosie walked towards the plainclothes police car he drove, "I'm with you."

Hotchner said nothing more, "We stayed at the scene to confirm the identity of the suspect."

With his lights flashing, Jack sped along until he was a few blocks away from the address Garcia had sent him before turning off his sirens and lights.

Seeing that Rossi's face in the passenger seat was very ugly, Jack asked worriedly, "Have you ever dealt with that Agent Schutzbach?"

"I'm not very familiar with him. He's a nice guy with outstanding achievements." Rossi shook his head. "We came from the same training camp, Russell Camp. Have you heard of him?"

"The old Quantico shooting range that was closed ten years ago?" Jack nodded, but didn't know how to find a topic for a moment. Both of them knew very well that this retired old agent was probably in serious trouble at this time. few.

In the silence between the two of them, the car arrived in front of Agent Schutzbach's house. As soon as Jack's car stopped, Rossi couldn't wait to open the car door, drew his gun and rushed to the front door.

"Don't get excited, old man." Jack quickly caught up with him, took out his pistol and stood in front of him. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, he paused slightly, then knocked instead of pushing, and with a "squeak" sound, the door opened. The door opened in response.

"We're late." A familiar corpse smell came from the house. Jack escorted Rosie into the house and soon found a body lying on the ground in the kitchen.

Although the air conditioner in the room was always on, because it had been dead for several days, the body was severely decomposed and the face began to swell. However, the two men recognized the identity of the deceased at a glance. It was the retired Agent Schutzbach. .

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Police lights flashed outside the window, and people from the Los Angeles Medical Examiner's Office bagged the body and carried it out. Jack returned to the house and found a sad-looking Rosie in a small study.

Rossi was looking at a display wall in the study room, which was covered with various award photos and commemorative certificates that represented Agent Schutzbach's career.

"He is an agent with outstanding merits." Rossi's eyes twinkled under the light.

Jack didn't know how to comfort him for a moment. It was inappropriate to say that the rabbit died and the fox was sad. He guessed that the death of the retired agent might have brought back some bad memories for Rosie.

Being an FBI agent in this world is much more dangerous than Jack's previous life. You can often see notifications in the system about when and where a certain agent died in the line of duty.

You must know that in the world where Jack originally lived, a case that caused the death of two people and injured three people could be called the biggest tragedy of the FBI in the past 30 years.

In comparison, although the annual casualties of FBI agents in this world are not as high as those of the NYPD or LAPD, they are still quite alarming. At least when Jack first arrived in New York, the bombing that killed two agents was not linked to something similar. title.

"Now it seems that you made the right choice to give up retirement and return to the FBI." As soon as Jack said these heartless words, Rossi glared at him fiercely, but then he stopped laughing.

"Perhaps you are right. A premature retirement life is really not suitable for me. If I end up dying by a gun, I would rather die on the road chasing the murderer than die inexplicably in my own home."

Although Jack initiated this topic, he still felt a little unlucky, "If you say that again, don't force me to apply to transfer you to my wanted criminal team. I will continue to protect you personally."

"Haha." Rossi sneered, his previous sad look completely gone, "We will discuss this topic when you become the detective in charge and can truly speak for yourself in a department."

Jack thought about the day when Jubal would be transferred and he would need to deal with all kinds of troubles with the outside world by himself, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Forget it, Agent Valentine and I work well together."

He still quite likes his current position in the FBI. Although he can't completely be a "non-stick pan", Jubal's presence does help him deal with a lot of troubles from above.

Jack is not a person who is very good at dealing with bureaucratic procedures, nor does he have a strong desire for power. Naturally, he is not addicted to officialdom. In his heart, he is actually a person who highly advocates freedom.

But unlike the universal values ​​​​of people in this country, money and power are regarded by them as indispensable things for freedom, and they regard them as a reflection of personal value.

Jack is not opposed to this. Without these, no matter how strong his personal abilities are, he will be regarded as an ant that can be easily trampled to death with one kick, but he does not want these things to become a rope that binds him.

This may sound contradictory, but looking at the so-called upper class people in this world, how many of them are not slaves to money and power?

The kind of freedom that Jack yearns for does not include such constraints. Things like money, power, or status are enough for him. Human desires are endless, and he does not want to be a slave to desires.

Even in matters such as lust, Jack's interests are very different from those of today's upper class. He neither likes little boys nor does he like watching little girls solving advanced mathematics on the blackboard. He has no interest in the things that the upper classes are passionate about.

Of course, if he really happened to meet him, he wouldn't mind sending those upper-class people to see God. I think the girls who came to him wouldn't mind accompanying him on his wanderings around the world for this kind of thing.

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Although it can now be roughly inferred that Agent Schutzbach's death should be caused by the serial killer who stole his ID, everyone in the BAU rushed to the scene as quickly as possible after receiving the news from Jack and Rosie.

Before the ERT team entered the scene, everyone conducted a preliminary investigation, and the conclusions they reached were very similar to the profiling they had done before.

"The suspect seems to have read through Agent Schutzbach's notes and memos, which is why he was able to impersonate an FBI agent so successfully." Reid pointed to the messy desk and said.

"I saw Agent Schutzbach's notes here. After his retirement, he has been volunteering at a place called New Start, helping prisoners who have just been released from prison."

Hotchner put the open cell phone in the middle of everyone, and Garcia's voice came from inside, "The identity of the suspect who was shot was identified. Andrew Meeks, 39 years old, had been convicted of attempted murder. After fifteen years, he was paroled just last year.

Schutzbach helped him find a job as a janitor in a downtown office building. "

"Sounds like another story about the farmer and the snake." Emily looked extremely unhappy.

Jiejie pointed to the walls that represented Agent Schutzback's past honors and analyzed, "Meeks must have heard Agent Schutzback tell a lot about his glorious past in the bureau, which actually inspired him." desire for power.

So he killed the old agent who had helped him and pretended to be an FBI to satisfy this mentality. "

"Garcia, who did Meeks want to murder before?" Reid asked, feeling that the matter was not that simple.

"His high school classmates, the cause seems to be a prank that happened on campus. Some high school girls lured Meeks into the gym, and then some bullies rolled him into a gymnastics mat, almost killing him. He suffocated."

Everyone suddenly realized, and Rhett directly came to the conclusion, "So all this is for revenge. By suffocating innocent women to death, he symbolically took revenge on the female classmates who had molested him.

Pretending to be an FBI gave him a sense of respect and power he had never experienced before. "