The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"So you came to LA this time to stop this?" Jack suddenly understood.

"Yes, but it didn't work out. The bureaucrats at the District Procuratorate wanted to do something too much."

Rosie no longer concealed her emotions in front of Jack, and her face became more worried.

"She's going to do something. Delmonte is obviously overconfident."

Jack nodded in agreement, "It's a pity that we can only passively wait for the other side to make the first move."

"If you were given the chance to strike first, what would you do?" Rossi asked the question with great interest, with a hint of comparison in his tone.

Of course, he wanted to kill her directly. Of course, he couldn't say this. If it weren't for this time, and it was inconvenient to do so, Jack really wanted to kill this woman directly. The accountant contacted him yesterday, and now he has pulled his A tow truck took Justin on the way to LA.

Pretending to think for a while, Jack pretended to be a good student and answered the teacher's question.

"Search her cell directly and investigate all her contacts with the outside world within half a year. There is not much she can do in prison as a death row inmate. If she wants to cause trouble, someone must cooperate with her outside. A woman like Rosalind will definitely have admirers Quite a few.”

Worshiping serial killers is also a major feature of Europe and the United States. Almost every well-known serial killer has admirers or imitators. Jack didn’t quite understand this phenomenon before, but only after time travel did he understand it. It seems to have a strong connection with culture and religion. association.

Rossi smiled, as if some heroes had the same idea: "I have arranged for FBI agents to search her cell."

Jack's face showed an expression of surprise at the right time, partly out of sincerity and partly to cheer up his future boss. After all, he was also someone who had been in the workplace for 20 years, so he still knew a little bit about this basic routine.

"Although it is very likely that you will get nothing, Rosalind is not that easy to deal with. Tell me what other ideas you have."

Jack's brain began to work rapidly. His memory of the original plot was limited to Lucy's kidnapping. But now the world is so stitched together that even David Rossi, the protagonist of "Criminal Minds" has been linked. Who knows what the plot will be? In what direction?

But one thing is for sure, that crazy old woman is definitely going to cause trouble.

"Is there a possibility that Rosalind has already planned for the Wilshire Police Department in advance?"

Rossi was stunned. It seemed that Jack's idea was somewhat beyond his expectation. He asked with interest: "Tell me why you think so."

Jack followed the car in front unhurriedly and began to lie plausibly: "We all know that no matter how hard Rosalind tries, her goal is unique and clear."

"Get free and keep killing," Rossi agreed.

"Obviously, escaping from prison is not her first choice. She has been tightly held as a death row inmate for four years. If there was a way to escape, she would not wait until now."

"So she has only two options. Take advantage of this opportunity to be released from prison and be rescued by her accomplices, or reverse the previous case, such as adding some doubts, delaying the execution of the death penalty, and looking for other opportunities. "

"Are you assuming her role?" Rossi did not hide the admiration in her eyes.

Jack was secretly happy, the next words were his real purpose.

"Given the current vigilance of the LAPD, the possibility of rescue by force is almost zero. She is just a serial killer, not the leader of a large criminal group. Her admirers obviously do not have the ability to rescue her from SWAT."

"So something will definitely go wrong in the search for the victim's body this time, and she will further take the initiative."

At this time, Rossi's phone vibrated, and he sighed while scrolling through it: "Modern technology is developing rapidly. Back then, we had to stay in the office waiting for faxes. Now, as long as there is a network signal, we can view evidence anywhere."

As he spoke, he displayed a photo in the middle of the screen, showing a corner of a small cell.

"Tell you what you saw."

Jack glanced at it. In the center of the photo was a chocolate wrapper.

"Rosalind's method of communicating with the outside world is that she is a death row prisoner. Although she can communicate with the outside world, all communication records will be closely scrutinized. However, the black market in the prison cannot be banned. There are indeed people outside transmitting information to her through this method."

Rosie smiled happily: "You are smarter than I thought, so let's make her feel that she has taken the initiative first, and then it's her turn."

Jack struck while the iron was hot and made his suggestion: "I think maybe we can do some preventive work first."

The long convoy of more than a dozen police cars was followed by a bunch of media reporters' reporting vehicles. The speed was not very fast. It took a full 45 minutes to reach the destination along the winding mountain road - the mountains on the south side of Griffith Park. .

The park police had blocked the road in advance, and except for the news vehicle in which Tyler Kelly was riding, all other media reporters were blocked outside the blockade.

Stopping in a clearing in the forest, Jack got out of the car and took out a backpack full of mineral water from the trunk and carried it behind his back, then checked his Glock and backup gun.

Tyler Kelly put on a pair of sneakers early and followed Jack closely after getting off the car.

"Do you think she will use this to escape?"

Jack put his gun back into its holster and pointed at the police helicopter in the sky and dozens of LAPD officers around him, "Unless she wants to commit suicide, I guarantee she won't be able to escape even ten steps."

As he said that, he looked back at Rossi who was leaning next to the police car: "Sir, aren't you going up the mountain?"

Rossi smiled and pointed to the Italian handmade leather shoes on his feet, "This is the job for you young people."

Jack's mouth twitched, and he followed the people who got off the armored vehicle speechlessly.

Hondo ordered his team to disperse, and they would be responsible for the outermost security.

A group of police officers from the Wilshire Police Department gathered together. Under the leadership of Superintendent Gray, they formed the core defense circle. Only Tim carried an AR15 on his back, just in case.

Jack grabbed Tyler Kelly, who was eager to come forward: "Hey, don't try to talk to Rosalind, or you will have to go back to the car and stay there."

Tyler Kelly pouted, turned around and motioned for the cameraman carrying the Boss camera to follow.

But soon she became as happy as a little girl: "Today is sunny and it's a good day for climbing."

Jack looked up at the mist that was gradually dissipating in the mountains. He was speechless. The highest altitude of Mount Wilson was 1,700 meters. They were now halfway up the mountain and were about to enter the forest. After walking for an hour, he didn't know if this chick could still look like him. Just as happy now.

At least the cameraman next to her wouldn't be too happy. The big thing he was carrying looked like it weighed almost 20 pounds.