Garcia knocked on the door with the file in her arms.
Hotch was still sitting behind his desk with a pen in his left hand.
He was looking at the file in front of him intently.
Could it be that the boss had something important to do? Garcia stood at the door.
Cautiously, she knocked on the door again. Recently, Hotch seemed to be more serious than before.
Of course, it wasn't just Hotch. Everyone in the team was the same. Bruce disappeared more than half a month ago and there was still no news about him.
JJ was suddenly fired as the chief spokesperson of the Department of Defense. Of course, this was a good thing for JJ.
It showed that her ability was recognized.
It was Gao Sheng.
However, the team members who had worked together for a few years were undoubtedly reluctant to let her go.
Garcia cleared her throat. "Sir." Hotch finally looked up at her.
She walked to the desk.
"This is all the information on Mr. Sullivan." After the explosion, the body of the kidnapped Miss Martinez was found on the day of the explosion.
The kidnapper disappeared without a trace.
"Thank you." Hotch took the file.
He put it aside.
Garcia looked at Hotch burying himself in his paperwork again.
She said hesitantly, "Sir.
I believe that Bruce will be fine.
You don't look too good. I mean,
If Bruce knows … "She had seen Bruce in Hotch's office more than once after work.
However, when it came to asking Bruce about this matter,
Bruce just raised his eyebrows and said to her with a smile, "Guess?" Even if she wasn't a profiler, she could see the smug look in his eyes.
"Garcia," Hotch interrupted her.
Garcia saw that Hotch didn't look up, but his voice was rather stern. She sighed in her heart. "Then I'll go back first. Good night." Garcia turned to leave. When she reached the door, she turned back. "We won't give up until we find Bruce."
Hotch heard the sound of Garcia's high heels disappear into the distance before he threw down the pen in his hand. The case report on the desk remained untouched. He looked up at the sofa in the office. When he had to work overtime because of some paperwork, Bruce always sat there quietly and did his own thing. However, when he looked up, Bruce would always look at him and give him a smile. It was as if his attention was always on him.
However, Bruce was … gone …
Hotch remembered that when he returned to the apartment two days ago, Meggen's voice suddenly came from the speaker. "Mr. Hotcher, the signal on Sir's body disappeared."
For a moment, his mind went blank as if he suddenly lost the ability to understand the language........ After a long time, he heard his own slightly trembling voice................
. Sir's signal...... Sir's's a..... Of course, the camera's's..................................................
"He … Is he still alive?" No, no, no. How could that be? Bruce was still so young. They had only been together for a short while. They should have a long future ahead of them.
"Based on the parameters of the camera's test manual, if there are no accidents, the camera can operate stably using bioelectricity for at least three years."
There were five stages of grief. He was still in the first stage, the denial stage. Hotch clearly knew this, but it didn't mean that he could avoid it. Even if he knew that he would experience anger, negotiation, and negativity, he would eventually realize that life had to go on. He had to accept this fact.
But now, he still refused to believe that Bruce might be dead. Maybe it was just a small device malfunction.
Hotch put aside the thought that made his heart palpitate. He picked up the information on Sullivan that Garcia had sent over and read it. The bridge explosion case wasn't under their team's jurisdiction. On the surface, it seemed like Bruce and Sullivan just happened to run into each other. However, he couldn't help but feel that there was a connection between the two …
oo00oo
Steve woke up before dawn. He changed into a new set of clothes, glanced at the closed door of the other room, and went out for a morning jog. When he passed by the pool in front of the Capitol Hill for the third time, he saw his mission target, an Asian young man who looked to be in his twenties. He was jogging slowly along the path.
"On your left," Steve said. He maintained his running speed and passed the young man on the left.
Not long after, the sky was bright. Steve passed the young man for the fourth time and slowed down. "You're not exercising like this, Mr. White."
The Asian young man, White Night, turned his head to look at Steve. There was no sweat on his body, and his breathing was steady. He didn't look like someone who was exercising at all. "I'm not exercising, Mr. Rogers." His voice was low, and there was almost no fluctuation in his tone. It sounded strange.
White Night jogged very slowly. Steve could keep up with him in big strides. "Then what are you doing?"
"Thinking." Although White Night was facing Steve, his eyes weren't focused on Steve. They were unfocused. Steve couldn't even see his own reflection in those eyes.
"…" This wasn't the first time that Steve found this person strange and difficult to communicate with.
This is your mission. Steve took a deep breath and told himself. He smiled. "It feels strange, right? It's like I just woke up, but it's been so long. Everything has changed. " The morning sun shone on his face and danced on his blond hair, making him look like a handsome and strong sun god.
White Night looked up slightly. Steve was about ten centimeters taller than him. He was now only 1.78 meters tall. Wait, Hotch was also about ten centimeters taller than him. When he was Bruce, he was about the same height as Hotch. This … He suddenly felt uncomfortable looking at Steve. White Night maintained his cold and aloof persona. "I'm different from you. I don't feel anything."
"Well, Natasha still thinks that we two old popsicles have anything in common." Steve shrugged. "It doesn't seem like it. I'll go back and send you the short videos they compiled about the changing times.
a
nice
day。” After that, Steve sped up and ran past White Night. As expected, he didn't hear any reply from behind.
To be honest, if it weren't for the mission, Steve wouldn't have wanted to deal with this person at all. This person's indifferent attitude towards everything made him unhappy. At first, the weak feeling of empathy for him had disappeared without a trace. However, his mission was to establish a good relationship with this person and keep an eye on him so that he wouldn't do anything dangerous. After knowing that this person's speed and strength far exceeded that of ordinary people, Steve wasn't confident at all. Moreover, it would be best if he could persuade this person to join S.H.E.L.D., but that didn't seem to be very hopeful.
On the other hand, White Night was still jogging indifferently. It was the eighteenth day since he hadn't seen Hotch. He missed him.
White Night didn't plan to acknowledge Hotch with this identity. He didn't even plan to have any direct contact with Hotch, at least not before he got rid of that organization. After all, Bruce was coveted because of his uniqueness. That organization threatened him with photos of Hotch and Jack, and White Night was obviously even more special. Although White Night was strong enough, he couldn't protect two people all the time, let alone Hotch's other relatives and friends.
At ten o 'clock in the morning, White Night went to the bank, intending to apply for a bank card. Frey provided him with a new identity card, half of an apartment that he could live in but didn't belong to him — yes, his roommate was Steve, and some money. He had to deal with the rest himself. It was said that this was to better integrate him into this era. Unfortunately, White Night wasn't someone who had been frozen for decades and didn't know anything about this era. He only felt that it was troublesome.
He sat in front of the counter and took the bank card and identity card that the staff handed to him with a polite smile. He glanced at the information on it. Nat White, 20 years old. He curled his lips slightly and stuffed it into his pocket. He had decided on the name, but not the age.
Frey had told him that he was found in the plane that Steve had crashed into the sea during World War II. He had also asked him about what happened before that, but he said that he couldn't remember. When Frey had asked him about his background, he had been silent. When Frey had invited him to join S.H.E.L.D., he had been directly rejected.
Therefore, it was understandable that he would make things difficult for him. He even had to apply for his own bank card, social security card, and driver's license … right?
Yes! Strange!
White Night stood up and prepared to leave the noisy bank lobby. Suddenly, a gunshot rang out, followed by a male voice shouting, "Everyone, put your hands up, quick!"
Suddenly, there was a scream. White Night glanced around and saw two men wearing black masks, each holding a gun.
"Shut up." One of the robbers impatiently fired two shots upward. "Whoever doesn't do as I say, get ready to eat bullets." He walked to the counter again and threw a bag at the staff. "If anyone presses the alarm or gives me money that's marked, he's dead. Now put the money in."
"And you, what are you still doing here?"
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