The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 287
"What happened?" Jack didn't know what happened before.

Hotchner briefly talked about their previous experience. The serial killer named Chester Hardwick was about to be executed, and decided to take advantage of the prison riot to trick two FBIs into killing him.

In this way, according to the lengthy judicial and investigative procedures in this country, it is possible for him to live for several years in this way.

According to the execution process of the death penalty, since the court's notice was issued, he has been quarantined for 24 hours, and this quarantine will continue until he is sent to the execution room.

Although the prison was leaky like a sieve, it didn't completely cut him off from other prisoners, such as getting information about the riot from Gunnar Kad.

But it was limited to this. The separate isolation policy made him lose the opportunity to attack other prisoners.

"So, you killed him?" Jack glanced at the motionless condemned prisoner on the ground.

"No, I just strangled him, not even as badly as Dr. Rhett did to him."

Maybe it was a big deal, which made Hochner's tense nerves rarely relaxed. He shrugged and pointed to Rhett with a smile.

"Red let out a little girly scream and kicked him between the legs when I was almost out of control."

"That's not screaming like a girl. Bruce Lee (Bruce Lee) would make such a cry every time before making a move, to intimidate the enemy!" Reed tried to argue for himself.

"Forgive him, Dr. Reed, Hochner obviously doesn't know how to watch kung fu movies, his childhood idol should be Washington who can only kill vampires with an axe."

Jack suppressed a smile, and talked nonsense to appease Reid, and finally led him to this step. At this time, he couldn't dampen his interest in learning fighting.

"You're probably talking about Lincoln the Vampire Slayer, I've seen that movie, and the vampire in it is a pretty good political metaphor."

"Uh, why do I have the illusion that Washington should be the one with the ax?"

The three walked out of the prison building talking and laughing, and Rossi led Jiejie and Emily to welcome them outside early.

"Wow, Hotchner, you should try this wild style more, I swear Halle will love you."

Emily stretched out her hand to help Hochner straighten the messy shirts, and boldly teased her boss.

Jiejie comforted Reid who was still in shock, rubbed his messy curly hair, and smiled sweetly at Jack again.

"Jack, here are your guns and equipment." Two SWAT team members carried the injured Carmelita out on a stretcher, followed by Hondo and deputy captain Deacon, holding Jack's rifle and the replaced one respectively. That seal outfit.

"Hodge, I think it's time to rush the weapons we applied for." Rossi took the HK417 and weighed it in his hand.

"I'll do it when I get back." Hotchner nodded solemnly. Last time Jack complained about the lack of a special sniper rifle, he and Rossi jointly signed an application report.

Of course, what they applied for could not be just a sniper rifle, but they directly asked for a gun room, and planned to add an additional equipment cabinet to the "Gulfstream" business jet.

In the future, BAU people will go to various places to perform tasks, and there is no need to borrow equipment from local offices or police stations.

"Thank you Jack, you know, such a tacit cooperation is rare between us and the FBI."

Hong Duo took the initiative to extend his hand and shook hands with everyone in the BAU. As a SWAT team affiliated to the LAPD, they were often robbed by the FBI's SWAT.

Although it is hard to say that there is not much grievance, but as an elite unit, it is always arranged to be beaten by others, so it is conceivable how much unhappiness has accumulated in my heart.

This time Jack was one of his own who left the LAPD. Although he had a lot of limelight, the operation was still dominated by their two teams and was a great success.

It can be said that LAPD has earned both face and pride. Both Hondo and his female boss, Jessica Cortez, are all happy.

However, everyone's good mood didn't last long, and an annoying guy appeared.

"You are really helpful, this police officer." Prison contractor Ash Jones led several reporters and walked quickly to Hong Duo.

This guy seems to have regained his energy, and his whole body is full of vigor.

"Actually, I am the superintendent." Hong Duo directly ignored his outstretched right hand.

"Ah, my fault, Superintendent." Ash Jones looked awkwardly at the cameras of the reporters beside him, and tried to put on a sincere and enthusiastic gesture.

"Thanks to the efforts of you and your men, justice has been served, thank you."

Hong Duo was furious, raised his head mercilessly, and pointed his nostrils at him.

"What are you thanking us for? Thanking us for saving your sweatshop? For helping you crush those prisoners so you can keep packing four or even six in one cell?"

Ash Jones turned pale at the sarcasm. "I don't know what you're accusing, superintendent."

The originally listless reporters behind him regained their energy in an instant. Originally, they were just pulled to report a boring prison riot. Now they heard Hong Duo's words, black scenes, sweatshops, and the human rights of prisoners. popped into their heads.

Ash Jones glanced at the restless reporters after looking a little uneasily, and uttered threats.

"You'd better be careful what you say. There is still a crime of defamation in this country. Before you make these allegations, you'd better think carefully, unless you want to deal with my lawyer."

Hon Duo was furious, and regardless of the intention of his female boss Jessica Cortez tugging on his sleeve to stand up for him, he took a step forward and confronted Ash Jones head-on.

"You can just let it go, I'll wait for your lawyer's letter at any time, and I'll tell you what I will do."

"I'm going to the Bureau of Prisons, I'm going to the City Council, I'm going to show everyone the evidence, the death of the warden, the damage the nun suffered, it's all because of you, because of your greed that caused this, I want you to do it for me This pays the price."

There was a sound of crisp footsteps, and a few beautiful figures appeared behind everyone on high heels.

"Rep. Anderson!" The media reporters who were watching the play whispered to each other, recognizing this rising star in the California political circle.

"You don't need to be so troublesome at all, you can directly provide me with the relevant evidence."

Zoe smiled sweetly, standing in front of everyone, with smooth and fair skin, and a well-proportioned figure, it is completely impossible to tell that this is a lady who is already in her 30s and is approaching age.

"Harrison (Hondo's surname), long time no see."

(End of this chapter)