Sullivan was startled by the shattered glass.
His face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and his hands were trembling on the steering wheel.
Fortunately, the car didn't hit anything. "Was … was that an explosion?"
"It's obvious." Bruce glanced at Sullivan.
He leaned his head against the seat and felt his vision blur.
"Why … why did you throw the phone?" Bruce's casual attitude didn't make Sullivan relax.
Instead, he looked even more nervous. His hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands were very obvious.
"Of course I threw away useless things," Bruce said nonchalantly.
Sullivan tilted his head and glanced at Bruce.
His eyes were a little evasive and he looked away almost immediately. But soon,
He turned his head back in surprise. "What's wrong with you?"
Bruce glanced at the rearview mirror next to the car door and saw his face.
There was a nosebleed. He had just tried to use his freezing ability to destroy the suppressor in his neck.
But he couldn't concentrate. When he forced himself to concentrate, he felt that the cracks in the "shell" in his brain had increased.
Bruce raised the gun in his hand and aimed at Sullivan's head.
His face was calm. "Stop the car immediately."
Before the communication was cut off, Bruce heard Rossi's question. What would he do if he was the kidnapper? He immediately sensed that something was wrong. Since the kidnapper's target wasn't the perfume,
It was most likely Mr. Sullivan.
But after the explosion, Sullivan's face was pale and his eyes kept sneaking glances at him.
There was indeed surprise and fear of the explosion.
But there was more vigilance and fear of him.
Recalling Sullivan's evasive attitude at the police station, Bruce immediately realized that something was wrong. At the same time, he felt dizzy and his body was weak.
A guess popped into Bruce's mind.
The target wasn't Sullivan, but him!
The symptoms on his body weren't just a reflection of his head hitting the glass. It was more like some kind of drug. There wasn't a lot of it and it was slowly taking effect. This was why he didn't notice it at first. He instantly thought of the smell he had smelled when he got in the car. He thought it was a car perfume. The concentration of the smell was so low that he had to stay in the car for dozens of minutes before he was seriously affected.
Bruce immediately wanted to destroy the suppressor on his neck. Super Regeneration could help him get rid of the effects of the drug quickly, but the dizziness made it difficult for him to concentrate. At this time, the suppressor in his turtleneck was covered with a layer of frost, but he knew that it was far from the low temperature needed to destroy the internal structure of the suppressor.
The corners of Sullivan's mouth twitched. "They said that the dosage of the drug is enough to knock out an elephant. That's different from what they said."
Bruce saw that his lips were trembling. He was obviously afraid, but he didn't slow down. Instead, he drove in a certain direction.
"Who are they?" Bruce asked calmly. He was so weak that he couldn't even concentrate. It was difficult for him to even lift the gun. Even if he could pull the trigger, if he lost control and crashed into something while driving at high speed, with his Super Regeneration limited, he would be finished. He could only pretend that nothing had happened and try to get some information.
However, the glass had been shattered by the explosion, and the wind was strong because of the high speed driving. At least he didn't continue to inhale the drug. Now, he just hoped that the drug wouldn't take effect for long, or that he could buy some time to remove the suppressor.
"The client."
"So, it was all fake from the beginning?" Bruce frowned at the pain in his head. He seemed to hear the cracking sound of his "shell" cracking.
No, he couldn't continue to focus on using his ability. Without his super regeneration, if his brain was really damaged … he couldn't guarantee that he could remove the suppressor before his brain went on strike.
Bruce was caught in a dilemma for a moment.
"No, I did want to kill that b * tch, but I didn't expect those people to ask for something they shouldn't have. I promised to give them five hundred thousand."
Bruce thought of the small box of perfume in his pocket. "Why do they want to kidnap me?"
"I don't know. I told you, it's just a client. They want to bring you to a place while you're at work. I don't really understand, but it doesn't matter. With that b * tch's identity, it's easy for them to do it."
Indeed, because of Joey's identity, if he was kidnapped, it was very likely that BAU was responsible. But how could he guarantee that it would be him? It couldn't be that Natasha was also a part of it, right?
"Why would you accept a client with your identity? You don't look like someone who needs money. " The term "client" easily made people think of a killer or mercenary, but Sullivan's actions were completely amateur, and he didn't look like one at all.
It had to be said that it was a normal person like Sullivan, who obviously had no training and looked frail, that made Bruce let down his guard. It was only after the communication was cut off and the explosion that he started to suspect.
"We're here." Sullivan didn't answer the question and stopped the car.
"Bang!" A gunshot rang out.
A bullet hole appeared in Sullivan's brain. His head fell on the steering wheel, and his expression was forever frozen in fear.
Two cars stopped next to them.
Although Bruce pointed his gun at Sullivan, he wasn't the one who fired. He saw a person in a black combat uniform get out of the car.
The uniform looked similar to the one that attacked him and Steve in front of S.H.E.L.D., but the uniforms of many departments were similar. At least, he felt that the only difference between the uniforms of the SWAT team and S.H.E.L.D.'s rapid response special forces was the lettering on the jacket.
But this time, there was only one person. He had shoulder-length brown hair, a mask on his face, and only his dark green eyes were visible. He held a gun in his right hand.
Bruce watched as the person walked towards him. From the way he moved, it was obvious that he was a well-trained person. His eyes were cold and inanimate. He looked more like a weapon than a human.
"I surrender." His body was still weak. Bruce tactfully let go of the gun in his hand. To be honest, it was a bit difficult for him to hold the gun.
The person took out something and threw it at Bruce. The thing emitted white smoke, and Bruce fainted after smelling the pungent smell.
Quantico FBI.
After the GPS signal was lost, Hotch immediately ordered the other teams to go. After that, he stood in the conference room and listened seriously to Reid's summary of the perfume test report.
His phone rang.
I'm fine. — From
Bruce.
Hotch was a little confused. He pressed the call back, but no one picked up.
"Hotch, there was an explosion at the location where the GPS signal was lost." JJ walked in with a serious expression and took a deep breath.
"Is there …" Hotch paused and didn't continue.
JJ saw Hotch's hand gripping the edge of the table tightly. "We've sealed off the area. The emergency team is on their way. There's … no specific information yet."
"Garcia, locate Bruce's phone."
.....
"At 1: 45 this afternoon, there was an explosion on a bridge northeast of Washington. The possibility of this incident being a terrorist attack has not been ruled out. So far, the explosion has caused 11 deaths and 9 are missing. Search and rescue work is still ongoing. The bridge broke in the middle, and some vehicles fell into the river … "
Hotch sat on the sofa. The room was dark, and only the light from the TV shone on his face.
He held a phone in his hand. It was black, with a large screen and no buttons.
He actually didn't quite understand why Bruce liked to use a phone with a large screen. In Hotch's view, a phone was just a communication device, but Bruce almost used it as a computer.
Hotch pressed a button, swiped the screen, and the unlocking interface appeared. He didn't ask Bruce for the phone's password. He paused for a moment and tentatively entered the four numbers "1102".
The lock was unlocked. The screen lit up.
November 2nd, his birthday. On this day last year, he received a gift from Bruce. It was a white album by the Beatles. He didn't know who Bruce asked about his favorite album, but he guessed it was Rossi. They weren't together at that time. To be precise, it was during Haley and Jack's protective custody, and their relationship was a little stiff.
He actually felt a little uncomfortable when he received this precious vinyl album from somewhere, especially when he saw the words after the blessing: "I'm so thankful that you exist in this world today."
Hotch looked at the wallpaper on the screen. It was a picture of himself, and he smiled. He couldn't remember when the picture was taken, but from the casual clothes, it should be a weekend when he was with Jack. Bruce often held up his phone to take pictures of him and Jack, but he rarely appeared in the camera.
Hotch opened the message, and there was a message that showed that it hadn't been sent before: "Meggen, tell him I'm fine."
In a sense, the message did make him feel more at ease. The moment Hotch found out about the explosion, he really felt like his vision went black. Then, he immediately thought of Bruce's strange message.
The phone was found by Garcia through the GPS in the green belt not far from the bridge. There were no other traces at the scene, and the time and content of the message indicated that it was after the explosion. He hoped that Bruce didn't do it to make him feel better, and that he was seriously injured, or …
Bruce still had a suppressor on him. Hotch held the key to the suppressor on his other wrist with one hand. It was the first time he hated this thing so much.
"Super Regeneration is my mutated ability, but my frost-related attack isn't. Wearing the suppressor won't make me lose my attack power." After the vampire incident, Bruce told him this.
"But your injuries can't be healed quickly."
"Yes, this gives me a chance to kill me, but as long as I have my attack power, not many people can hurt me."
Hotch tried not to let himself fall into regret. He took a deep breath and looked at the content on the phone screen.
Meggen …
Hotch thought for a while and turned on Bruce's laptop. After it was turned on, he said hesitantly, "Meggen?"
"Hello, Mr. Hotcher, how can I help you?" A clear child's voice sounded.
"You sent me the message this afternoon?"
"Yes, sir asked me to do so."
"Bruce … How is he?"
"Sir is still alive, but I don't know the details."
"Then how do you know he's still alive?"
"Sir had a real-time camera implanted in his eyes. Although it malfunctioned later, the signal is still there."
"Camera?" Hotch frowned, thinking about Bruce's identity that he once suspected. Could it be …
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