The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 227 Pathfinder
"And this Mr. Gaspare is also willing to join me." Jack stood up under the gaze of the crowd, and then looked at the black prisoner who kept a certain distance from the crowd.

Gaspare was slightly taken aback, looking at Jack who was smiling at him, he didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Come on, he was still in handcuffs before. Don't think that I didn't see it because of the clothes. Are you in the same group? After I saw the two of you enter the business class, it didn't take long for the dead guy to take him in."

The bald old white man broke out suddenly, and he didn't know whether it was because of the accusation made by the female college student before, which made him feel embarrassed, or because of his natural paranoid personality.

The purser, Bonnie, stepped forward in time, "Nonsense, Officer Tavole and Officer Genge are out of good intentions, and I asked them to assist in supervising special passengers."

"Yeah, but the stupid cop who was in charge of guarding the prisoner died, didn't he? God knows what you're going to do to us. I even suspect the plane."

Before the bald old white man finished speaking, Gaspare rushed up and grabbed his neck.

"Don't insult Police Officer Kalam, he is a good man, and he promised to clean up my charges, so I am willing to go with him."

"Hey, hey, don't get excited, relax, relax." Jack quickly stepped forward and grabbed the strong man's arm.

Gaspare's arms were almost thicker than the old white man's thighs, and only Jack could hold him.

"Okay everyone, anyone with normal thinking ability knows why I chose Mr. Gaspare to go with me. It's already dawn. We need to leave here as soon as possible. It's too dangerous to stay here."

Before Jack could finish his sentence, the old white man who was taken aside by others roared again, "I don't believe you, I won't leave here."

"OK, OK, don't get excited, we don't force everyone to follow us, the danger of this island has been informed to everyone, and food and water have been distributed." Captain Torrance hurried out to smooth things over.

Jack reminded one last sentence, which is the utmost kindness.

"If you want to stay, I also suggest that you hide and don't trust the locals easily. It is not without reason that 'Abu Sayyaf' has been entrenched on the island for decades."

Captain Torrance's charisma is not bad, of course, thanks to Jiejie's psychological "team building" in just one or two hours.

In the end, almost everyone was willing to leave with the crew members, but to Jack's surprise, apart from the bald old white man who was full of conspiracy theories, the middle-aged couple from the big universe were also unwilling to leave.

He was still thinking about trying to communicate,

"Are you also our church member?" The couple looked happy and wanted to hold his hand.

"I'm your spicy next door." Jack cursed in Chinese in a low voice, and quickly shook his hands and walked away, feeling as if he had touched something dirty.

It has not been a few years since the sinking of the Shiyue ship, and more than 300 fresh lives were sacrificed alive in full view. Whoever touches this disgusting thing will be unlucky.

With some doubts, Jiejie asked Jack what was going on. He roughly described the unimaginable greatness of the universe and the wide variety of religious beliefs.

Jack and the "voluntary" Gaspare set off first, and agreed on the marks along the way. The two captains and co-pilots escorted the team one by one to prevent anyone from getting lost or falling behind.

"Since you said that the people on the island cannot be trusted, why did you take everyone to the nearest town for help?"

Not long after heading southwest along the main road, the two turned onto a forest path. Watching Jack mark the intersection with small stones, Gaspare finally couldn't help the doubts in his heart and broke the silence.

"Of course it's a lie. Our purpose is just to take people into hiding first." Jack told the truth.

"I guessed it. Our current direction has turned north. Are you planning to go around first?" Although Gaspare's expression was mostly blocked by a messy beard, the smile lines at the corners of his eyes could not be covered.

"Most of them are ordinary people living in a normal society, and their understanding of so-called 'terrorists' is limited to TV or Internet media."

Jack stated the consensus they reached with the two captains and other crew members.

"People only believe what they see with their own eyes. The terrible descriptions we say may make them follow us, but this is only temporary. Over time, thirst, hunger, and fatigue will make them constantly doubt themselves."

"What we have to do is to let everyone form a group consciousness before that, establish a common goal, face up to the crisis, and finally transform the group consciousness into individual consciousness."

Gaspare almost turned the mosquito coils in his eyes, "Who are you and that beautiful blonde girl? I don't believe that the police in the beautiful country will understand this."

"We are the FBI, affiliated with BAU, and this time we went to Singapore to attend the International Psychology Conference, because we had to rush back to Los Angeles because of urgent matters, and it turned out."

Jack also explained what BAU was. He had nothing to hide from this guy. With the current character design of the captain and his big belly, he didn't seem to be able to fight at first glance. Gaspare's muscles were the only backup he could count on.

"I must remind myself to stay away from people like you in the future."

Gaspare expressed his compliment in a teasing tone, and then asked tentatively.

"If we are successfully rescued, what are you going to do with me?"

"What to do?" Jack laughed.

"The FBI doesn't care about the Canadian case. You really killed someone?"

Gaspare shook his head, "I was only 18 years old at the time, and I was at an unexamined age. I just appeared in the wrong place at the wrong time."

"So you went to the French Foreign Legion?" Seeing that he had opened up the conversation, Jack continued to chat along with him, no matter what he said was true or not, as long as it wasn't a D dealer or some anti-social psychopath, he didn't bother to care about it.

"Yes, the wages and benefits suck, but as long as you're capable, they don't ask much."

Gaspare's tone was a bit somber, as if recalling some unbearable past events.

"Why didn't you take that gun? I know Officer Kalam had a pistol with him."

Jack looked back at him, with some warning in his eyes, "Believe it or not, even if you take the gun, you won't be my opponent."

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(End of this chapter)