"It's just been confirmed.
Joey Martinez, daughter of Randy Martinez, director of the Department of Veterans Affairs Medical Department.
Fiancée of Claude Sullivan, CEO of the Alaina Group, disappeared at around 9: 30 p.m. last night.
The incident has been determined to be a kidnapping.
The kidnappers want a bottle of perfume that's worth more than a million. This perfume … "
"What's going on?
Who leaked the news? "
JJ lowered the volume of the news on the screen.
He looked helpless.
He shrugged at everyone. "I don't know, but it's unusual.
The whole case is being handled by the FBI. Not many people have access to the details of the case. "Only some of the FBI's departments and some of Joey's family and friends knew the details.
Prentiss looked serious. "The problem now is that the kidnappers may make some other demands to ensure their own safety.
They may even give up. "That meant Joey was in trouble.
Bruce looked down at his phone.
Natasha had sent him several pictures.
The first one was of Spring Green perfume.
There were a few pictures below that he had never seen before.
There were paintings, instruments, furniture, and so on.
There was a different number under each picture.
[This is the content of the same folder on the computer.
It should be helpful to you.
You're welcome.]
Natasha was quick to return the favor.
But he didn't do anything.
At most, he would try to stop Sullivan when he was about to leave within three hours. If he couldn't, he would send a message to Natasha.
These pictures were probably found by hacking into Sullivan's computer, so the perfume was indeed special. The same was true of the other pictures.
Bruce used his phone to ask Meggen to send the pictures to Garcia. He specifically told her to reveal them to Garcia secretly and anonymously. Bruce couldn't explain the source of his information, so he had to do this.
"Bruce?"
Hearing Prentiss's voice, Bruce looked up and put down his phone. "Sorry." Although he was working on the case, the team didn't think so. Fortunately, Rossi and Hotch weren't in the conference room.
The phone in the office rang. The kidnapper had actually called Martinez's cell phone, but the technician had connected it to a special landline device for tracking purposes.
The technician gestured at the side, indicating that everything was ready. Hotch pressed a button on the phone. Beside him, Martinez said, "Hello, this is Martinez." Most kidnapping cases were taboo to involve the police, so Martinez had always been the one to talk to the kidnappers.
"I want Mr. Sullivan to take his things and drive his silver Koenigsegg to my place at one o'clock. No tracking devices are allowed. No one is allowed to follow this car. Aerial surveillance, car tracking, any kind of tracking is not allowed. When driving, I will use this phone to give directions. "The kidnapper's distorted voice came from the phone.
"No way, I can't go alone and risk my life," Sullivan shouted into the phone as he stood next to Martinez.
"Only you, or Miss Martinez will die."
"Joey and I are just fiancées. If this is the only way, then I'm sorry." Martinez grabbed Sullivan's collar angrily.
The kidnapper seemed to be stunned by Sullivan's shameless words. After a while, he said, "You just need to put the things at the designated place —"
"No, at least one person has to protect me." Sullivan interrupted the kidnapper. He was a little short compared to Martinez's tall body, and he ignored the latter's look of wanting to punch him in the face.
"… There can only be two people in the car at most. Don't mention any more conditions, or else …" The kidnapper hung up.
Rossi persuaded Martinez to return to the lounge and said to the team members in the hall, "At least we know that the kidnapper's target is the perfume, and we are even willing to make some concessions." Rossi looked at Sullivan again.
Before Rossi could ask, Sullivan said, "Don't look at me. I don't know what's so attractive about this perfume, but it's just a bottle of perfume. It would be best if I could get Joey back. Also, am I going with my own bodyguard? "
"Of course not. We'll send an agent to follow you and keep in contact with us while protecting you."
Morgan took a step forward, but Bruce had already said, "I'll go." He thought of the three hours Natasha had said.
Bruce considered himself the strongest in the team, or at least the one who could kick the door open. He and Morgan were the best fighters in the team, and Hotch was the best marksman.
Bruce looked at Hotch, and Hotch happened to be looking at him too. Bruce's lips curled up.
"Then Bruce will go."
Garcia walked out of her office. "I've set up the car's GPS system, and it will send us the car's location at any time. Also, I received a set of pictures from an online friend about the perfume. "
"Can you confirm the other party's identity?"
.....
Wait, when did Meggen become an online friend of Garcia's?
Bruce looked at the silver Koenigsegg Agera R in front of him. To be honest, he didn't know much about supercars. At first, he didn't have the money and opportunity. After entering the dimension, he lost interest. There were too many things that could fly fast in the sky.
He used to like flying swords, but unfortunately, he couldn't use them because of the different systems. Later, he felt that mechas were more romantic. In the end, he got a flying magic cloak as a flying tool.
Although it wasn't cool enough, it was practical and suitable for him.
In fact, he could already fly with his own energy. The general principle was that he used his own energy to offset the external pressure and friction with the air. However, this consumed too much energy, and he could only support it for a short period of time.
There were only twenty minutes left. Bruce opened the door to the passenger seat. Sullivan, who was a coward, insisted on driving.
"Oh, what perfume is this? It's too strong." Bruce frowned.
"Sorry, I took my girlfriend for a ride yesterday." Sullivan rolled down the window. "Hurry up, we don't have much time."
Although the first location given by the kidnappers was close to them, they didn't have much time. Bruce resisted the urge to show a disgusted expression and sat in the car. He felt something scratching the seat cushion. He stood up halfway and smoothed the seat cushion.
Bruce leaned back in his seat, wearing a headset in one ear to maintain the connection with his team members.
"The kidnappers still haven't instructed you to put down the items?" Prentiss's voice came from the headphones.
"No." They had crossed the bridge from Quantico and had been in Washington for a while.
"The kidnappers may ask you to walk around for an hour or two to make sure you're not being followed. After that, they'll ask you to put down the items in a random place," Morgan said.
"Okay." Bruce was so bored that he was about to fall asleep. He sat up straight and took a deep breath, listening to the results of Garcia's search for the pictures sent by the "online friends."
They were all online transactions through an e-commerce platform. The price was a little higher than the physical goods, but it wasn't outrageous. The common point was that they were all done through the e-commerce platform under the Alina Group. But this common point didn't mean anything at all. After all, it was only a middle platform.
In the conference room, the big screen showed a constantly moving red dot on the street map. There were some green dots next to the red dot, but they weren't close to the red dot. Most of them were on other nearby roads. Even those on the same road were some distance away from the red dot, at least two or three miles.
The red dots represented Sullivan's car, and the green dots were the arranged police force. Although they were not allowed to follow them, how could they completely ignore it? As long as the kidnappers told them the location of the items, the police would set up an ambush there first.
"I think this is a little strange." Rossi's voice sounded. "If you were the kidnappers, what would you ask for?"
"Don't let the police or the media get involved. Don't follow them. Ask them to leave the items in a busy place so that they won't be easily discovered when they get it," Morgan said after some thought.
"Yes, but this kidnapper, he almost didn't ask for anything. He didn't even ask for the location of the items. And they're driving out of the city to a remote area. "
"Unless the kidnapper's target isn't the perfume," Hotch said. "Bruce, Bruce? Do you hear me? "
There was no reply.
Garcia exclaimed, "Oh my god, the GPS signal disappeared, and Bruce's phone connection was disconnected. Someone interfered with the signal in that area, no, only that car's signal. How did they do it? "
Hotch turned his head. The red dot on the screen had disappeared, but the green dot was still there. "Can it be restored?"
"I'm trying."
"Immediately inform all teams to head to the place where the signal disappeared." Hotch quickly left the conference room.
JJ walked in. "These are the test results of the perfume."
Quantico had a well-equipped laboratory, and it only took them three hours to analyze the main components of the perfume.
The toxicity report was normal. Reid turned the page and looked at the analysis results. "Wait, this chemical …"
"Yes, it's the same chemical that was in the photo sent to Bruce and Penelope. The laboratory has done some research on it, but unfortunately, the amount is too small to be synthesized."
At the same time, Bruce looked at the GPS notification in the car. He took off the headphones that had been silent for a while and took out his phone. There was also no signal.
"Looks like we have to be careful, Mr. Sullivan." Bruce took out his gun.
The car was driving over a bridge, heading toward the suburbs.
Just as the car was going down the bridge, flames burst out from the bridge behind it, and a huge explosion sounded. The car was pushed by the impact, and Bruce, who didn't wear a seat belt, slammed into the windshield. His head was dizzy, and the sound of glass shattering around him made his ears hurt.
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