The path of genius evolution

To describe Murphy's Law in one sentence, it is undoubtedly what you are afraid of.

"Scott?" Reid tried to look up to see what was going on outside, he felt his breathing was heavy and his heart was beating violently.

Scott whispered, "Don't tell me you brought your ID."

"Yes." Reid nodded. In case of emergencies, his FBI agent ID was in his trouser pocket.

"Hey, ladies and gentlemen, now put your purses on the ground, bow your noble heads, raise your hands and kneel in the aisle."

"Listen to me Reid, don't let them know this no matter what happens, you're just a normal student at the same school as me," Scott whispered.

Their position is against the wall and the window, farthest from the store door, so there are more than ten seconds to say this.

After finishing speaking, Scott stood up with one hand supporting Reid's chair, then raised his hands and knelt down in the corridor. Reid followed him and walked out slowly. He looked at Scott, and although the other party kept signaling him to go behind him, Reid ignored him and slowly knelt down in front of Scott.

Turning his attention to the front desk, Reid noticed that the two people entering the store were wearing black masks with only their mouths showing.And the golden family arms hung on the left breast of their black clothes.

Reid almost gasped.

Brother Death.

Serial killers who roamed the United States for a decade, the brothers are the last survivors of a shattered Sicilian mafia family, and their coat of arms is their emblem.

The modus operandi is simple and rough, rushing into the place they want to go, and then killing the people present, it depends on their mood whether they leave alive or not.He shoots and breaks cameras and phones before breaking into a room, stays indoors for ten to 15 minutes, gets what he wants, and leaves.

Worse still, they sometimes simply enter and kill.

Reid couldn't figure out what they needed here.Well, the current situation is of the worse kind.

It had been three months since the last time the Death Brothers were spotted, and this was the longest period of their hibernation in ten years.The last time the brothers committed a crime in Washington, the cia was almost able to catch these two vicious international fugitives, but they escaped in the end.

Negotiating with these two psychopaths who have no logic and don't care about life and death is simply as difficult as heaven.

Amidst the chaotic movement, there was suddenly the cry of a baby.

"Oh my God, don't cry little Matthew, don't cry..." the mother said in a trembling voice, holding the baby in her arms and kissing his forehead again.

Then there was the sound of gunfire, and Reid could tell at a glance that it was an mp-5 submachine gun.

Although he can't carry a gun, it doesn't mean he doesn't know about it.

A mother holding a child is shot through the heart, which is very professional and does not look like a killer who got out of control.And the poor little child was hugged by his mother and fell to the ground.The man who shot the mother raised his gun, but another man stopped him.

"We don't touch children, dear."

"Oh, I almost forgot, this little guy is really noisy." Another man rubbed his forehead with his hand that was not holding a gun, and said that he pointed the gun at a white woman nearby, "You, go coax he."

The poor lady, trembling with fright, cried, "Please don't kill me, please!"

Mr. Murderer impatiently ended her life with a bullet: "Don't let me hear any noise, gentlemen and ladies, you don't want a tragedy, do you?"

Just when the murderer pointed his gun at the next woman, Reid said: "Let me try..." Realizing that he had attracted attention, Reid whispered: "Please."

Pointing the gun at Reid: "You, come here on your knees."

As soon as Reid wanted to move, Scott grabbed him from behind, his words were trembling: "I'm sorry gentlemen, I'm really sorry... Reid... half a year ago, a car accident... he, walk, can't walk... "

Reid noticed Scott's hand on his waist, shaking slightly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's really a sympathetic accident..." A bullet brushed past Scott's ear and hit the wall behind him. Scott's reaction was delayed by half a beat, but he still shot Reid from behind. Fell to the ground.

Another person raised his hand: "Okay brother, let him come over and hug this noisy little thing."

"...Okay." The blood in the store made the shooter feel much better, and he backed down in front of his partner.

Scott stood up slowly, and Reid noticed he was limping over.

Since he was told not to move around, Reid didn't know whether he should get up or not.He simply lay there with a painful expression on his face.

If someone looked at his expression carefully, he would definitely say kindly: Hey, buddy, the toilet is here.

But the limping Scott was the focus at the moment.

He slowly moved to the side of the little baby, and when he touched the warm blood, he shook realistically, and Brother Death laughed.

"One paralyzed and one crippled, what a perfect match!"

With his back to the two murderers, Scott winked at Reid.

He knew Reid was watching him, never took his eyes off him.

Before Reid was ready, Scott, who was holding the child, slipped, and the child fell out of his hands. At this time, Reid, who was supposed to be struggling to move, jumped forward and reached out to catch the child.

Scott, who was supposed to fall face first, flipped over and kicked one of the Death Brothers on the leg of the one who shot and killed three of them, and then jumped up and snatched him away. The mp-5 in his hand shot him twice in the head, and then swung the butt of the gun and smashed it between the legs of another man.

Reid laughed at him for two days, even though Scott later insisted that he was only in that position because he didn't have time to stand up.

Taking advantage of the fact that the man was already sluggish due to the pain, Scott quickly picked out the submachine gun in his hand with the muzzle of the submachine gun, then swept his legs and made him fall down, then dropped the gun and quickly turned over and pressed his hands on him. Tie behind his back: "I need rope, gentlemen!"

Most people ran out screaming because of the mutation, and Reid called 911 with the baby in one hand and a cell phone in the other.He didn't even have time to stand up first.

The store manager who reacted brought a flexible hemp rope.

When handing the rope to Scott, the store manager sympathized with the criminal's egg on the ground, out of basic humanitarianism and a man's empathy for this.

After tying his hands tightly, Scott tore off his hood and began to pull the clothes off him.

"Man, what are you doing..." The store manager looked at Scott in surprise.

If Scott looked up, he could see the expression of "Are you going to fuck him from behind" on the face of the store manager, but he had to concentrate at this time.He replied, "I've got to make sure he doesn't have any other weapons, Mr. Store Manager. Keep those two guns out of the way, because he wants to kill me now because of the death of his partner."

"Wait, who are you?" The store manager put the gun in the farthest position, and realized the problem belatedly.

Reid took out his ID: "FBI agent, we're just here for breakfast, sir."

The store manager sighed with lingering fear: "This is really a blessing among misfortunes. They met the FBI."

When Scot stripped the surviving murderer to the ground and left only his underwear, he finally stopped and looked at Reid seriously: "This child hasn't cried for a long time."

"Matthew." Reid said calmly, trying not to look at the victim in the store, "His name is Matthew, he didn't cry after he flew out of your hand, Scott."

Scott wiped the sweat from his brow with his hands after finishing these: "I really don't know whether to say this little guy is lucky or unlucky."

Reid is silent. He has handled many cases, many of which are people who were abused in foster homes and caused personality defects, and finally went on the road of serial killers.

"It must be lucky to be able to survive. There is a saying in China that those who survive a catastrophe must have good fortune, and the little guy will definitely get better." Although the store manager is pale, he is still younger than the two young people in his forties. You can take it easy.His accent didn't look like a local, and Reid glanced at him again. The store manager probably came from the west, where the folk customs are always aggressive.

The police who came later took care of the follow-up matters.

The sheriff was very surprised by the actions of Scott and Reid, and his eyes finally fell on Reid: "I don't know whether Brother Death is lucky or unlucky. He met a weak detective, but he is not a friend at all. hand."

Before Scott could speak, Reid spoke first: "With all due respect to the police officer, it took nearly half an hour for you to arrive at the scene from the accident. When I called the police, I made it clear that people were killed with guns, including criminals. Four people died, but you didn't even bring the medical rescue team. What if there are other injured people at the scene? After the gunshots rang out, I didn't see any external rescue. Most people may not realize what happened The case was closed, but in a place like shopping malls where there is a lot of people and the crime rate is high, don’t you even set up patrolling police officers? Now that the case is over, you don’t ask the victim’s condition or investigate the case, but tell your superiors these things? "

The sheriff was speechless. The fact that the case that originally happened on his territory was solved by the federal agents was enough to make him ashamed for a while.So after seeing that the two of them looked not as harsh as expected and were quite young, I couldn't help but speak up to save face, but I didn't expect Reid to criticize him so harshly without any regard for his experience and face .

And Reid's every sentence is not unreasonable, and his position is indeed higher than the sheriff.

"That's enough, Reid, it's not worth getting mad over something like this, and I don't want you to be sullen for the rest of the time." Scott patted him on the shoulder.

Reid froze for a moment, then relaxed his body.

Scott noticed that until the sheriff said the last sentence, his body had been very relaxed, and he didn't intend to react to the sheriff's taunt.But when the Sheriff said Scott was nothing, he got mad.

Not knowing how to react for a moment, Reid turned his head and looked aside.

But he didn't bow his head.

But in Las Vegas at this time, in the sls event, Miller sat in front of a man with no expression on his face. There were very few chips in front of him, and almost all of them went to the opponent within a few rounds.

"You must hate it, Miller."

The man picked up a chip and put it on his lips and kissed it, with a frivolous smile and treacherous eyes.