[Zhongyingmei] That snake

The next day, the BAU team was divided into two to release the profile to the New York Police Department and the FBI agents in charge of Kate, and then the team members dispersed to monitor where Unsub might appear.

But there was still another shooting in the subway near 59th Street. Even though Garcia noticed that something was wrong when the unsub was close to the victim, it still did not prevent the victim from being shot in the head.

Prentiss and Cooper, who were in charge of the area, started tracking the unsub the instant they heard the gunshots.

When the young man in a hoodie squeezed through the crowd and wanted to escape, he looked up and saw the two detectives looking around at the intersection. His surprised expression was completely exposed to the profiler's eyes.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

Prentiss and Cooper drew their guns without hesitation and chased after the unsub who turned around and fled.At first, he pushed aside the screaming crowd very roughly, breaking a narrow aisle in the crowded street, but soon, the streets where unsub ran gradually became less crowded.

He is very familiar with the geographical situation here, and knows which direction is the best choice to escape during this time period.

Unsub glanced back at Prentiss and Cooper who were chasing after him, and ran into an alley next to him.When Cooper, who was rushing ahead, finally ran to the entrance of the alley, he saw Unsub facing him, no longer intending to escape, but before Cooper had time to react, he raised the gun in his hand.

After a gunshot, Prentiss opened her eyes and saw her partner fell to the ground after being shot. She raised the gun very decisively and shot two bullets at Unsub who was standing facing her, hitting her torso.

When other team members arrived, paramedics had already lifted Cooper into the ambulance, unsub was wearing an emergency breathing mask over his mouth, and two paramedics tried to rescue him.

"Are you okay?" Morgan worried as he looked at Prentiss' exhausted look.

"How is Cooper?" ** also insisted on coming to the scene of the crime.

"I don't know, he's bleeding a lot right now." Prentiss shook his head.

Rossi and Reid approached the unsub who was lying on the ground, and it was not difficult to guess from the expressionless faces of the medical staff that the young man was powerless.

"He's dead, so he can't tell us more clues." Rossi bowed his head regretfully.

"No ID was found on him, which is not a good thing," Reid said.

Prentiss turned to look at the corpse in the alley, "I don't need to shoot."

Morgan frowned, thinking she was sorry for the dead unsub, and comforted, "Emily, he shot the police, you did what you had to do."

"No no, no," Prentiss explained hastily, "I mean he was ahead of us, he could have escaped, but he stopped and waited."

"He found himself surrounded and wanted to fight his way out?" Prentiss lowered her head, which made her have to turn her head to see her expression clearly.

"I do not know."

"Tell me about his behavior, panicked, out of breath?" Morgan asked.

"His hands were steady," Prentiss recalled, "and his eyes were calm. How could these guys be on high alert, organized, and investigated before they were two blocks away from me and Cooper?" Prentiss His tone became irritable.

"You think he purposely shot where he would get caught?" **Incredible.

"What if it's true? What if they chose to commit crimes here because we are here?"

"I think we're in some trouble." Oliver, who had been listening from the side, pursed his lips and said.

"What do you think?" Hotch asked.

"Now there are multiple suspects, well-trained, with anti-surveillance skills. This gives them mastery of FBI operations, a high level of organization, and a heroic martyr," Oliver's voice was tinged with sarcasm, "Do you think this What does it mean?"

"Terrorists." Hotch and Rossi replied simultaneously.

"Now, back at Federal Building, we need to redo the profiling."

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Commonwealth Building, Joyner's office.

"How did they do it?"

"Think of murder as a flash/bow. They monitor the scene of the crime to estimate the speed of the police's response." Reid held a pen in his hand and stood in front of the display whiteboard. The map on the board clearly marked the location of the crime.

"That's how they know when to detonate the poker/bow again." Morgan looked at Reid.

"The goal is to take out the first wave of civilians first, and then the second wave of first responders," Kate added.

"It's crazy, but it's also very smart. They're running a drill. If someone catches the killer, it's just a murder and it won't endanger the organization." Reid continued.

"The risk factor is very low, the most brilliant way to plan a terrorist time."

"Creating panic makes them see that the fastest reaction time of the police is less than the detonation time." Hotch hugged his elbows, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"The person who shot Cooper today was trying to test the response speed of the medical team after the police officer was injured."

"They have bigger plans." Oliver walked to the whiteboard. "They targeted the entrances and exits of the city. Look, there were seven shootings, from south to north, near bridges or tunnels."

When Hotch heard this, he frowned and walked to Oliver's side, and traced the map with his fingers: "The Holland Tunnel, the Main Center Tunnel, and the Manhattan Bridge."

If an explosion occurs, the emergency response system will immediately close all the exits of the city, and New York City is surrounded by water on three sides, and she will become an island where people are imprisoned.

"But don't forget, like any other profile, this is just speculation." Hotch was still thinking, and there was still a missing link to convince him.

"Aaron," Oliver called out, "Garcia's investigation did not find that the murderer had returned to the scene of the crime to inquire about the situation, but the person today seemed to know our actions and chose a location monitored by agents. They There are other ways to get information about the case."

It is impossible to monitor on-site, and it is necessary to accurately determine the reaction time. Things like timing fire shots/bow orders need to be checked by the control room to be accurate to the minute.

They acted under the surveillance cameras. Although they didn't show their faces, it was still a very risky operation. At least Garcia's data analysis could draw the conclusion that there was more than one unsub.

If a crime is committed in a busy city, even if there are no surveillance cameras, passers-by will quickly report the crime to the police, so why do they take such a big risk to do a thankless thing?

"They hacked into the surveillance system," Hotch concluded quickly.

It is very convenient to review the whole story of the case through the surveillance system that the police use to find out the circumstances of the crime.

Reid immediately contacted the computer queen who came to New York with BAU. Garcia, who was very reluctant to go out to work, is now in the monitoring and dispatching room and police officer Lisa, watching thousands of surveillance images.

"Garcia, are you there?"

"When did I leave? What's the problem?"

"Garcia, do you need to find out if someone has hacked New York's surveillance system?"

"No, that's impossible. I haven't found any traces."

The sound of typing on the keyboard came from the other end of the phone, and after a long time, Garcia's voice came along.

"Well, we might actually be in trouble."

Garcia felt a deep sense of frustration. Since the last time the computer was hacked by FisherKing and the private information of the team members was leaked, she had strengthened and strengthened the computer security system. Unexpectedly, this time she fell into the official monitoring on the system.

"I checked all 4468 monitors, they hacked into the surveillance system, got all the crime scene footage, they've been looking at it since the beginning."

"How did we not find out." Hotch didn't mean to blame.

"They're smart, they don't have a universal system that has to check each surveillance camera individually, they have selectively hacked into the surveillance cameras of each crime scene."

"Thank you, Garcia."

"What do you think, is this enough to form a speculation?" Kate pressed.

Before anyone else could speak, Oliver said something he had been wondering about,

"My job at the CIA yesterday was to interrogate a terrorist. Judging from the information he revealed, someone is indeed planning a terrorist attack."

"What's their goal?" Hotch asked.

"This is also where I am puzzled. His organization wants to arrange some things like fire guns/bow orders to solve a traitor captured by the CIA."

Wait, Oliver suddenly thought of something. In Kent's confession, God first killed the dark creatures, and those who survived on the ark were members of the organization. So, what about other humans?Where are they placed?

"After this, there will be a large-scale attack that subverts the world."

Floods are chaos and take everything with them, even those towering faux stone walls.

"Where is the attack location?" Kate was sitting on the chair, but now she put her hands on the armrest, trying to stand up and get the answer faster.

"Sorry, I don't know. This information will not pass through my hands." Oliver looked at Kate's familiar light blue eyes and said weakly.

Even if Oliver accepted the job at the CIA, for safety reasons, he couldn't get the most complete information.Otherwise, arresting a senior interrogator can obtain some information that money can't buy, and there are always some lunatics willing to take risks.

"Ask someone from the CIA if they are willing to share information, that's the only way at the moment," Rossi said.

Hearing this, Kate sat back on the chair again, resting her forehead with one finger, not knowing what she was thinking, while Hotch went to a distance and started dialing the phone non-stop.

Soon, he brought back bad news. The CIA refused to disclose any information, saying that it would protect the hostages in hand.

"Since the CIA has refused, then we will follow the original rules." Hotch's eyes were firm, but some help was missing, which did not give the honest detective any reason to give up.

"I'll go to the hospital to see Cooper right away, and give Detective Brustin a briefing." Prentiss was the first to react, wrapping his coat over his arms, and hurried away.

"Okay." Hotch nodded. "D□□e, you talk to the commissioner, Morgan and Oliver, you briefed DHS."

"**** and I'll go to the Port Authority," Reid said.

"Kate and I will go to the mayor, and we'll get back together as soon as possible."

"Aaron, they used to kill one person in two days, but now they have killed people for three days in a row. They will start to implement the plan soon, and the first wave will be the first responders." Oliver took Hotch's arm, "Since They are watching us, you and Kate, the two officers, try not to act together."

Hotch stopped in his tracks, seeing genuine concern and seriousness in Oliver's eyes.

"We all understand why you shouldn't put all your eggs in one basket. You and Morgan go to the Department of Homeland Security, and I accompany Kate to the mayor."

Hotch had no reason to refute, he lowered his voice and told Oliver, "Be careful."

"You too. However, you must believe in my strength and luck." Oliver temporarily put aside those heavy tasks and replied with a smile from the bottom of his heart.