The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 444

Jack was no longer interested in any of Foye's tricks. Beating him to death if caught was the best way to deal with this kind of guy. After all, dead people can't play tricks.

Soon Garcia sent an address, "2633 South Badlan Street, are Hotchner and the others okay?"

"She has gone to the hospital. She should not be life-threatening." Jack comforted her and rushed to the address provided by Garcia with the others.

This time Jack kicked the door with an assault rifle, but they missed again, and Foye had disappeared without a trace.

There was only one body left for them in the room. Roy Coulson was shot in the head and killed in front of a desk.

There was a laptop in front of him, and on the open screen was a report that had just been completed, which described in detail the transaction between Tom Shaunas and the "Boston Death".

"This son of a bitch!"

Holding back a ball of anger in his heart, Jack kicked a street tree hard on the roadside. The branches trembled wildly, and the withered yellow leaves that were about to fall fell to the ground.

As the saying goes, it takes a thousand days to be a thief, but there is no truth to a thousand days to prevent a thief. Now that Foye has disappeared into the darkness, it means that the BAU team has once again fallen into passivity.

Extremely high IQ, careful planning, good at hacking, knowing how to forge fake identities, cunning and extremely patient. Having one or two of these traits will make you a very difficult opponent to deal with, let alone combining them into one.

"What we need most now is to stay calm. He is not perfect, and there will definitely be omissions. All we have to do is find this."

Rosie walked out of the house and came to Jack, half admonishing, half comforting him.

"I just contacted the hospital. Hodge is still in surgery. The doctor said he is in stable condition and will recover soon."

Jack shook his head and exhaled heavily.

"I was just venting, and it was more fear than anger."

"Are you afraid that things will develop contrary to your expectations?" Rossi is old and sophisticated, and naturally knows that he is not talking about fear of Foye.

Jack gave a wry smile and laughed at himself, "Are you trying to say that I am too conceited like Hotchner?"

Rossi shook his head, "This is not arrogance. Confidence is the basis for us to handle cases. What I want to say is, don't take everything on yourself. We are a team. Everyone has their own strengths. We must believe in teamwork. .”

Before he finished speaking, Emily appeared at the door, waving to the two people outside, "Reid made some discoveries."

"What do you think I said?" Rosie smiled at Jack and patted him on the shoulder.

The two returned to the house, and Rhett pulled out a cardboard box from a corner, which contained a large number of drawings and documents.

"What is this?" Jack picked up one of the blueprints and looked at it like a structural drawing of a certain building, but it was different from the architectural drawings he usually saw. It was purely flat with many lines marked on it.

"Wiring Diagram of Electrical, Heating and Plumbing at East Woburn Prison."

Reid said as he pulled out more drawings, "There are also ones here, not just in Woburn, but in all the jails, prisons, and courts in Massachusetts.

This was Foye's backup plan, and if he was caught, he would do whatever it took to try to escape. "

"Perhaps getting caught and escaping from prison was part of his plan," Emily said.

"From challenging the police to challenging the entire judicial system, proving its incompetence and gaining the stimulation of a higher level of power are the goals he pursues."

"But obviously he gave up this plan, why? His escaping here shows that he has realized that his identity has been exposed. Maybe Hotchner shouted out his identity when fighting him, but why did he give up the escape he had planned for so long? Plan?" Rhett was very puzzled.

"He could just wait here, wait for us to arrest him, and then implement his escape plan, which will make him more famous and get the ultimate thrill he dreams of."

Jack coughed slightly, feeling guilty, "Maybe the problem lies with me."

He briefly talked about the Trojan horse program that he asked someone to help set up in the LAPD database.

"I guess he probably looked at my police files and thought he shouldn't risk his life this time."

Some things don't need to be made too clear. Everyone knows how ruthless Jack was when he was in the LAPD.

Among the group of six, except for Jack, who became a monk in the middle of his career, all the others can be considered to be born and raised in the FBI. At most, Hotchner worked as a prosecutor for two years before entering the FBI.

The file management within the FBI is relatively strict. Moreover, after joining the BAU team, Rossi sealed everyone's information at Jack's suggestion.

Therefore, apart from the past that everyone mentioned occasionally during chatting, only Jack's resume is one-way transparent to everyone, even if he does not use his FBI authority to secretly check his files in the LAPD and drink with the big-mouthed old rookie John. Sometimes, you can also set up seven, seven or eight.

"Not only that, he now has a bigger challenge." Rossi shrugged. His words made everyone look at him with confusion.

"What do you mean?" Jack asked.

Rossi sighed, "Do you remember the phone call Foye made to Hodge before? Obviously, he is now eyeing Hodge."

"Yes!" Rhett became a little excited, "He wanted Hotchner to become the next Tom Shaunas, but he was rejected."

"So Foye didn't just run away in a hurry and didn't have time to kill Hotchner. He tortured Tom Shonus for ten years until he died in agony. Now it's Hotchner's turn."

As Rossi spoke, his expression suddenly became nervous.

"'The Grim Reaper' always takes something from the victim and leaves something behind to go to the hospital, and we need to go through all of Hotchner's belongings."

"Well, if you are worried about his family, then there is no need. I wish Foye was on his way to Los Angeles now." Jack said quietly.
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Two days later, when Hotchner slowly woke up from his coma, he saw his friends surrounding his hospital bed.

"Where am I?"

"In the hospital." Rossi reached out and held him down to prevent him from moving.

"My phone. Foye unlocked it with my fingerprint and it has my home address."

Hotchner suddenly became very excited and grabbed Rossi's arm. The instrument monitoring his vital signs also beeped in response.

"Don't worry, Foye is dead?" Rossi comforted him with a smile.

"Jack found him?" Hotchner breathed a sigh of relief and slowly loosened his grip on Rossi's hand.

"To be precise, it was Foye who delivered it to his door."

　Yesterday was my son's birthday. I was busy for a long time, plus Kavin, so this chapter is late, I'm sorry to everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)