Chapter 183 Profile
Inside the restaurant.

While more technicians were still surveying and collecting information in the front, most of the members of a team under the FBI headquarters in Quantico, Virginia were gathered in the restaurant kitchen area.

"Although the face has been somewhat damaged, it can be confirmed that the protagonist in the photo is correct." Qitra, who is very close to Tifa, is an expert in sex crimes and is responsible for collating information. He also has photos collected from the cabin in his hands.

The photo has been placed in a small plastic bag and sealed, but its clarity is not affected under the light.

It was possible to see that the body lying on the cold floor had some features that matched the owner in Knell's photo.

Knell, Angela, the team operations expert who was already looking at the survey report submitted by the technicians, Marvin, and other team members looked at each other and said.

"It seems that we can only accept the result that the murderer is dead."

Marvin shrugged and said, "That's a good result, isn't it?"

Knell didn't smile, but his face was obviously more relaxed, and he nodded.

"It does fit the conclusion I made about the murderer, but the only pity is that it was not judged. Angela, have you found any clues?"

Angela handed over the report in her hand as Knell instructed.

"I have some general idea, but I don't know if it's right."

Knell took it and glanced at the report in his hand. In addition to the examination results of the deceased, the report also included the distribution of ballistic trajectories, which already met the requirements for profiling.

Taking his eyes off the report, he, like all the other members, looked towards Angela.

Angela is an elite in the special forces. In addition to his strong close combat skills, his expertise is to think from a criminal's perspective and recreate the criminal's every move at the crime scene or the suspect's home.

That's why he's an expert in operations, knowing how to mimic what criminals would do by using his strengths.

"I'm sorry, even though that gentleman is not a criminal, I can only act as if he were a criminal." Angela said helplessly.

"I can't imagine it otherwise."

Angela suddenly blurted out something, and Kner smiled awkwardly and nodded.

"We are just imagining, Angra."

However, all the members present were dissatisfied. Just think about it in your heart. Is it necessary for you to say it out loud?
Angela nodded. In fact, he didn't feel the awkward atmosphere at all. He walked to the door silently and pointed at the Beretta 1301 shotgun on the ground.

"As we all know, when people are fully focused on what is happening, they will follow their instincts once something unusual happens.

Just like when you are at home at night and suddenly a monster flashes before your eyes, you can't help but scream or punch subconsciously." Angela said calmly, he stood at the door and stretched out his hand.

"I think the gentleman knew that the criminal had been watching him in the kitchen and wanted to gain an advantageous position.

He took advantage of this and held out his shotgun, so the criminal instinctively fired an arrow, but it only hit the shotgun itself, which may be why there are marks on the shotgun and the arrowhead is stuck in the wooden wall. "

Having said this, Angela made a move to pull out a gun from his waist, dodged and attacked, firing a shot along the trajectory of the bullet.

"When the criminal fired the arrow, the gentleman took advantage of it and dodged and quickly fired a shot at the criminal standing inside the operating table."

Angela stopped at the door with a light in her eyes: "But the criminal is also a man with combat experience. When the first arrow failed, he simply hid." The team members present, including Knell, all looked at the mark of the first shot on the wooden wall and nodded silently in their hearts.

Angela kept talking, and although she didn't have a gun in her hand, she moved the muzzle downwards as if she was holding a pistol.

"There was a hollow in the operating table. When the criminal ducked, the gentleman then fired a shot at the figure in the hollow."

At this point, Angela was silent for a moment, then continued, "But the criminals were hiding very quickly inside, so even though the gentleman fired two shots in a very short period of time, they still missed."

Knell silently looked at the report in his hand. He could see three bullet holes on the stove behind the hollowed-out part of the operating table. Now Angela had explained two of them.

But he thought that since Angela didn't mention it, she would probably point it out later.

"At this point, the criminal was already thinking of fighting to the death. His strength was probably close combat. In such a close situation, I would do the same as him, but it is clear that the gentleman is not only proficient in gun shooting, but also in boxing techniques or has very strong fighting skills."

Angela's voice was filled with amazement, he had never seen such a person who could take care of so many aspects. He pulled out the confused Marvin and signaled him to punch.

Marvin was confused and could only punch Angela under the gaze of his team members, but Angela suddenly dodged Marvin's fist by diving sideways and lightly hit Marvin's abdomen with her left fist.

"So that's why the criminal has a swelling mark on his abdomen," Knell said with emotion.

"Yes." Angra nodded, stood up, patted Marvin on the shoulder to express her gratitude, and then took a breath:

"The subsequent events were that the gentleman found an opportunity and was able to open fire. He shot the man once in the right knee and three times in the face."

Everyone was silent, following the steps that Angela had personally practiced, imagining a fierce, life-and-death fight.

Knell glanced at the report and looked at Angela in silence: "If you were a criminal, would you have a chance to survive?"

The voice broke the silence and the group's imagination, and everyone looked at Angela with curious expressions.

Especially Marvin, he knows Angela's abilities.

But to everyone's surprise, Angela, who was somewhat famous even at the headquarters, thought about it seriously and then shook his head.

"I do not know."

But before everyone could absorb this information, Angra frowned, as if immersed in the role of a substitute criminal, and continued:
"But I think I would have died. If I had used a gun, the odds would have been 60-40, with the gentleman having 60 and me having 40."

Marvin took a breath and asked again: "Even if you use firearms?"

Angela nodded. "Just from here, the fight at the right-angle turn over there, and the fight in the front hall of the restaurant, that gentleman's professional quality is no worse than mine. He is even better with firearms than me."

Angela paused and looked at Kner: "It was just hitting wherever he pointed, especially the loophole in the wooden wall. It was simply a miracle. He basically predicted the enemy's next move in advance.
The first shot determines the enemy's position.

The second shot penetrated the wooden wall's defense mechanism, and the third shot hit the enemy. None of the three shots were redundant. I estimate that all of this was done within one second.

I couldn't do this accurately in a very short time, but that gentleman did.

That’s why I feel like I’m going to die. Without a real fight, no one knows what else he can do or how far he can go.”

(End of this chapter)