Chapter 809 The Farmer and the Snake

The FBI ID is usually a wallet with a stamped badge on the front. After opening, it is divided into two cards, the upper one is printed with the full name and number of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, and has an eagle emblem watermark.

The left side of the lower part is the ID photo, the date is below the ID photo, and there is a vertical handwritten signature column on the right. The golden FBI badge can be worn alone or put into the wallet, and it is not fixed.

Jack had a bad feeling in his heart. He took out the lower half of the card and tore off the headshot of the murderer on it, revealing the real photo printed directly on the card below, a bald white old man who looked about the same age as Rossi.

He took out his mobile phone and called Garcia, "Sweet girl, help check Ed Schutzback, he should be a retired agent, try to contact him."

"What happened?" The BAU people who arrived later saw Jack's ugly face and couldn't help but feel a little strange. Rossi's face also became ugly after taking the ID handed by Jack.

"I hope he just accidentally lost his ID and forgot to report it." Rossi whispered.

As FBI members, everyone knows the seriousness of losing IDs, even from the date of the ID, this Ed Schutzback is a retired agent.

Soon the phone rang again, Jack turned on the speaker directly, and Garcia's voice came from the phone, "I found it, the delicious little handsome guy, Ed Schutzback, retired agent in 18 years, I haven't been able to contact him yet.

But from his Facebook photos, the blue and clear sea water and "Mai Tai" cocktails make me look forward to my future retirement life."

"Garcia, it's me." Rossi's voice was a little difficult, "Can you contact Agent Schutzback's family?"

"Oh, sorry, sir." Garcia heard Rossi's voice and instantly realized the seriousness of the matter.

"I just made a few calls. Agent Schutzback's relatives on the East Coast haven't had any contact with him recently. I found his former partner, Agent Green, who is also retired.

He said he had a barbecue party with old colleagues yesterday, but Agent Schutzback was absent. He didn't think much about it because his old partner often went out to fish."

Garcia paused, as if he had just reacted, "Uh, so does this respected retired agent have anything to do with our current case? Oh, my God, is it..."

"No, it's not what you think, dear, send me his address."

Before Jack finished speaking, Rossi walked towards the plainclothes police car he drove, "I'll go with you."

Hochner on the side didn't say much, "We stay at the scene to confirm the identity of the suspect."

With the police lights flashing, Jack drove all the way until he was a few blocks away from the address sent by Garcia before turning off the sirens and police lights.

Seeing Rossi's face in the passenger seat was very ugly, Jack asked worriedly, "Have you dealt with that Agent Schutzback?"

"Not very familiar, he is a good guy, with outstanding achievements." Rossi shook his head, "We came from the same training camp, Camp Russell, have you heard of it?"

"The old Quantico shooting range that was closed ten years ago?" Jack nodded, but didn't know how to find a topic for a while. Both of them knew that the retired old agent was probably in danger at this time.

In silence, the car arrived in front of Agent Schutzback's house. As soon as Jack's car stopped, Rossi couldn't wait to open the car door, pulled out his pistol and rushed to the front door.

"Don't get excited, old man." Jack quickly caught up with him, took out his pistol and blocked him in front of him. Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, his hand paused slightly, and changed from knocking to pushing. With a "creak", the door opened.

"We're late." A familiar stench of corpse came from the house. Jack escorted Rossi into the house and soon found a body lying on the ground with its back facing up in the kitchen.

Although the air conditioner in the room had been on, the body had been severely decomposed and the face began to swell because it had been dead for several days. However, the two recognized the identity of the deceased at a glance. It was the retired agent Schutzback.

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The police lights flashed outside the window. The people from the Los Angeles Medical Examiner's Office put the body in a bag and carried it out. Jack returned to the house and found Rossi with a sad expression in a small study.

Rossi was looking at a display wall in the study, which was full of various award photos and commemorative certificates that could represent Agent Schutzback's career.

"He is an agent with outstanding achievements." Rossi's eyes sparkled in the light.

Jack didn't know how to comfort him for a while. It was a bit inappropriate to say that the death of the rabbit was a bit sad. He guessed that perhaps the death of the retired agent brought back some bad memories for Rossi.

Being an FBI agent in this world is much more dangerous than in Jack's previous life. You can often see reports in the system about when and where an agent died in the line of duty.

You should know that in the world where Jack's original body was, a case that caused two deaths and three injuries could be called the biggest tragedy in the FBI in the past 30 years.

In comparison, the number of casualties of FBI agents in this world is not as high as that of NYPD or LAPD, but it is also quite shocking. At least when Jack first arrived in New York, the explosion that killed two agents did not have a similar title.

"Now it seems that it is the right choice for you to give up retirement and return to the FBI." Jack's heartless words were glared at by Rossi as soon as he said them, but then he laughed dumbly.

"Maybe you're right. Retirement too early is not suitable for me. If the ending is to die by gunfire, I would rather die on the way to catch the murderer than die in my own home for no apparent reason."

Although Jack had brought up this topic, he still felt it was a bit unlucky. "If you say that again, don't force me to apply to transfer you to my wanted criminal team, and I will continue to protect you personally."

"Hehe." Rossi sneered, and his previous sad look was completely gone. "When you become the chief agent and can really have the final say in a department, we will discuss this topic again."

Jack thought about the day when Jubal was transferred away and he would need to deal with all kinds of external things by himself, and he couldn't help but shudder.

"Forget it, Agent Valentine and I work well together."

He still liked his current position in the FBI. Although he couldn't be a "non-stick pan" completely, Jubal's presence did help him deal with a lot of troubles from above.

Jack is not a person who is very good at dealing with bureaucratic procedures, nor does he have a strong desire for power, and naturally he is not addicted to being an official. In fact, he is a person who advocates freedom very much.

But unlike the universal values ​​of the people in this country, money and power are regarded by them as indispensable things to obtain freedom, and they are regarded as the embodiment of personal value.

Jack does not object to this. Without these, no matter how strong his personal ability is, he will be regarded as an ant that can be easily crushed to death, but he does not want these things to become ropes that bind him.

This may sound a bit contradictory, but looking at the so-called upper class people in this world, how many are not slaves of money and power?

The kind of freedom that Jack yearns for does not include this kind of restraint. Money, power, or status are enough for him. Human desires are endless, and he does not want to be a slave to desire.

Even in the matter of lust, Jack's interests are very different from those of the upper class today. He does not like little boys, nor does he like to watch little girls solve advanced mathematics on the blackboard. He has no interest in the things that those upper class people are passionate about.

Of course, if he really encounters this, he wouldn't mind sending those upper-class people to see God. I think the girls around him wouldn't mind traveling around the world with him because of this kind of thing.

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Although it can be roughly inferred that Agent Schutzback's death should be the work of the serial killer who stole his ID, the BAU people rushed to the scene as quickly as possible after receiving the news from Jack and Rossi.

Before the ERT team entered the scene, everyone conducted a preliminary investigation and the conclusions they came to were very similar to the profile they had made before.

"It seems that the suspect read Agent Schutzback's notes and memos, so he was able to play an FBI agent so successfully." Reid pointed to the messy desk and said.

"I saw Agent Schutzback's notes here. After he retired, he has been volunteering at a place called 'New Start' to help prisoners who have just been released from prison."

Hochner put his cell phone with the speaker turned on in the middle of everyone, and Garcia's voice came from it, "The identity of the suspect who was shot dead has been found out. Andrew Mix, 39 years old, was sentenced to fifteen years for attempted murder and was just released on parole last year.

Schutzback helped him find a job as a doorman in an office building in the city center."

"It sounds like another story of a farmer and a snake." Emily looked extremely indignant.

Jiejie pointed to the walls on the wall that represented Agent Schutzback's past honors and analyzed, "Mix must have heard Agent Schutzback talk about his glorious past in the bureau, which in turn stimulated his desire for power.

So he killed the old agent who helped him and disguised himself as an FBI to satisfy this mentality."

"Garcia, find out who Mix wanted to murder before he did it?" Reid felt that things should not be so simple, and asked.

"His high school classmates, it seems to be a prank that happened on campus. Several female high school students lured Meeks into the gymnasium, and then several bullies rolled him into a gymnastics mat, almost suffocating him to death."

Everyone suddenly realized, and Red came to the conclusion directly, "So all this is for revenge. By suffocating innocent women, he symbolically retaliated against those female classmates who had bullied him.

And disguising himself as an FBI, he gained respect and a sense of control over power that he had never experienced before."