The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 274 Tracking and tacit understanding

"He drove my car away!" The back door of the police station was slammed open, and Pat Mannan walked in with a nosebleed.

"That bastard took my car."

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and called, "This is Pat Mannan, all units pay attention, hunt for Keeson Vaughan"

Seeing that everyone in BAU put down their work and looked at themselves together, Pat Mannan looked a little embarrassed, and Hochner walked in front of him with a sullen face.

"What's the matter, haven't you been following him?"

Pat Mannan opened his mouth, and the original menacing aura couldn't help being blocked, he opened his mouth, and said in a daze for a long time.

"He knocked me out and took my car keys."

"Bruce Owen must have recognized Douglas in the photo, which means he knows who the murderer is, and he released a monster to find the murderer who killed his daughter."

Rossi "inferred" the "truth" in an instant.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm in big trouble, Fuck." Pat Mannan didn't care about going to trouble with Bruce Owen, grabbed the walkie-talkie he had just put down, and ran out.

Back to 15 minutes ago, in the parking lot connected by the back entrance of the police station, Jack, who had been sitting in his Firebird car for a long time, smiled and looked at Keeson Vaughn who was pretending to ask for a cigarette in the distance, and punched him cleanly. Pat Mannan was brought down.

"Hiss..." Jack gasped for the Federal Marshal's breath. This punch was more or less personal.

Seeing Keeson Vaughan fumble for the car keys in the opponent's pocket, and then want to touch his waist, Jack couldn't sit still.

Pat Mannan was a bit stupid, but he wasn't a bad guy, and he was still doing his job. If Kissen even took his sidearm, it would really make him retire early.

Fortunately, Kissen hesitated for a while, but he still didn't make a move after all. He got up and ran quickly to the blue Mercury that Pat Mannan drove to disguise his identity.

Watching Mercury leave the parking lot, Jack also started the Firebird and followed slowly.

It has to be said that although this world does not have the well-known "Knight Rider" TV series in Jack's previous life, the Firebird's appearance is still a bit ostentatious, and it is not suitable for tracking.

It took less than 10 minutes for the two cars to leave the Southeast District Police Station before Jack was spotted. Of course, he followed him rather perfunctorily, almost telling the other party ostentatiously that you were being targeted.

Mercury slowly stopped by the side of the road, and Jack stopped less than 10 meters away from it.

Kissen got out of the car, walked to the door where Jack had lowered the glass, and looked at him without saying a word.

Jack smiled and took out a "Churchill" cigar from his pocket and handed it to him, jokingly said, "You won't punch everyone in the face who hands you a cigarette, will you?"

Kissen took the cigar, still with a straight face, "You've been staring at me?"

"Neither Bruce nor you are willing to speak, are you? What did you talk to Bruce about? You promised him that he would kill the murderer who killed his daughter?"

Jack asked a series of questions.

"Then will you stop me?" Kisen didn't answer directly.

"If you hurt the innocent, or go too far." Jack is also not shy.

"For example, if you took that gun just now, I wouldn't sit quietly in the car."

"So all of this is designed by you, right? Why are you so confident that you can control everything? With that big gun under your arm?" Kissen glanced at Jack's spare gun pretending to be contemptuous.

Jack showed a harmless business smile, as if standing in front of him at this time was not a ruthless gang killer who needed psychotropic drugs to curb his violent impulses.

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to know."

Looking at the smiling face of the other party, Kisen felt a chill in his heart for no reason, like a hyena looking for food on the African grassland, suddenly found himself facing a hungry lion.

"Have you killed many people?" Kissen was a little puzzled. The young FBI in front of him seemed to be in his early 20s. Why should he be more murderous than himself.

"Is it okay?" Jack was a little unsure, squinting his eyes and recalled, those terrorists who were sent to the sky by the broad sword on Jolo Island should not be counted as their own heads, right?

"I don't remember clearly. I killed a lot of people who were not human." The main thing is that those who were killed with Barrett when luring the enemy were not easy to count. The crowd gathered too densely, and the beatings were a bit broken.

As for the ogres he killed in New Mexico, it's really hard to define whether he can be counted as human beings, but without these, his record is not very good, at least it can't be compared with a guy named Jimmy next door.

Kissen was a little confused by his answer, unable to tell whether he was joking or telling the truth.

"Are you sure you still want to waste time with me here?" Jack took out his phone and pointed to the time on it.

Seeing that he turned around and left without any nonsense, Jack exhorted loudly from behind, "Don't go too far, your daughter still needs your care."

Kissen paused, raised his right hand and waved it, got into the car and started, and merged into the evening rush hour traffic.

Half an hour later, seeing the blue Mercury sedan in front parked at the back door of a house, Jack took out his mobile phone and called Hotchina.

"Jackson Street Yes I want to wait for the need."

However, before he finished speaking, a gunshot broke the surrounding silence.

"Fack!" Jack opened the car door, switched the phone to his left hand, and pulled out the Glock on his waist.

"Call 911, I hear gunshots."

At the same time, he thought to himself, Ji Sen didn't have a gun in his hand, could it be that he rushed in and was killed by someone?This gangster killer who has washed his hands for ten years will not capsize in the gutter, right?

Before he came to him, Kitson came out of the house holding a Winchester M1887 lever-action shotgun.

When he saw Jack, he thrust the gun directly into his waist, "I asked about my daughter's whereabouts."

"Ah, then?" Jack was taken aback for a moment, seeing that he acted like the governor in "Terminator", he was very worried about the life and death of the unknown gangster in it.

"I just broke his leg and he and another guy named Ryan Phillips hid her in a school two blocks away, Meford High, are you coming?"

Seeing Jack put away his pistol, Kitson got into the car and drove directly to his daughter's high school.

Since he was not killed on the spot, Jack didn't bother to go in and have a look, so he turned around and walked towards his Firebird. Anyway, someone helped to call the police.

"Yes. Ryan Phillips is hiding in the high school where the girl is studying. I'm on my way, you guys hurry up."

After Jack finished speaking, he hung up the phone and drove towards the destination at full speed.

(End of this chapter)