Chapter 87 LAPD is on high alert
Tyler Kelly next to Jack quickly motioned to the cameraman behind him to focus the camera on him.
Although Jack's memory of this plot is very vague in his previous life, he is still very fond of Rosalind Dyer, who is somewhat similar to "Harry Potter" author J.K. Rowling. Somewhat impressive.
He subconsciously glanced at Lucy next to Tim. It seemed that in this plot, Lucy was kidnapped by the admirers of this serial female killer and almost buried alive. He had to find a way to avoid it. This shit happens.
Now that Jack has verified it, the plot can not only be changed through his personal efforts, such as when he saved Zoe before; it may also be acted out on its own, such as now that both Lucy and John have passed the rookie stage ahead of schedule.
Then it is the best choice to nip the danger in the bud as much as possible, because who knows whether things will develop in a worse direction.
Jack's brain began to work rapidly. In his memory, the admirer of Rosalind Dale seemed to only dare to attack women. In the play, he met Lucy who was still single in a bar in advance, but now Lucy and Tim was just about done, and Lucy was unlikely to go to the bar to drink with another man again.
So if he were Rosalind Dyer, who would he instruct the murderer to attack?
Looking around for a week, I saw several people present. Angela is pregnant and has been keeping to herself recently. Nila is still fighting a lawsuit over her daughter’s visitation rights. Zoe is a police inspector. And are the above three people worth the force? They were low, and their IQs were all on the line. If that weakling admirer faced them, he would probably be beaten to the point where he couldn't even find his teeth.
Jack felt a little nervous and decided not to guess anymore. This was not a game, he had to follow the rules.
"Hello, David, you are still so charming." Rosalind Dale, who was fixed in a wheelchair by a torture device, was pushed out of the prison car and looked up at the people directly in front of her.
"Hello, Rosalind, long time no see."
David Rossi probably saw a lot of perverts, and he smiled and nodded as if he were greeting ordinary people.
Rosalind looked around and saw Lucy, Nila, Angela, Tim and John standing in a row on her left with expressionless faces, and they also showed a smile.
“Aren’t you going to introduce these friends of yours?”
Superintendent Gray had a black face and spoke very rudely: "It's all written on the badge, but you can't read it if you have eyes?"
"This Superintendent Gray is a little unfriendly, wait a minute. You won’t embarrass me, will you?”
If you ignore this murderous history, Rosalind’s smile is quite temperamental, even to some 40 or 50-year-old fans, it can be called Stunner.
“Why doesn’t she look like a serial murderer at all?”
Tyler Kelly nudged Jack with his elbow and asked softly with some curiosity.
"Do you want me to find a way to let you be alone with her for a while?"
Seeing her shaking her head in horror, the corner of Jack's mouth raised in a vicious arc.
At this time, Superintendent Gray waved to a few people on the side, and three female police officers stepped forward and untied the torture devices on the wheelchair one by one.
Rosalind stood up with difficulty and suddenly let out an "ah" sound and staggered. John on the side had quick eyesight and quick hands to help her.
"Thank you." Rosalind looked at John with a smile, her eyes twitching. John was stunned for a moment, and then looked away expressionlessly, no longer looking at her.
"Bang!" Jack in the distance slapped himself on the forehead, shouting in his heart, and the fate of the serial female killer and the "good old man" John began.
Superintendent Gray announced that they would leave in 20 minutes, and everyone in the branch became busy.
Jack checked the vehicle and equipment, and because he knew he was going to climb a mountain, he also took out an Adidas sports backpack from the locker, stuffed several bottles of water into it, and threw it into the trunk of the car.
Walking into the detention room, Nila was searching Rosalind. This woman was still the same pretentious person as before, and even made provocations. "It has been checked in the prison, and the police station came again. Speaking of which, I really appreciate your professionalism."
"Once, I pulled out the teeth of a greedy anesthesiologist one by one, and chopped off his hands that touched me. It would have been easier to hit him with a hammer, but you have to be professional in order to attract the attention of others. Proud, what do you think, Officer Nolan?"
John said expressionlessly, "Ms. , If you want to use this story to scare me, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."
Jack sneered: "She is not trying to scare you, but flirting with you."
Rosalyn. De's pupils shrank, and he turned to look at Jack who had just entered the room, his eyes lingering on his nameplate.
"Officer Tavole, right? He is a rare and charming handsome guy. The beautiful reporter who was standing with you just now is a good match for you."
Jack grinned, showing his iconic big white teeth: "Thank you, you must have been a pretty beauty when you were young."
He deliberately added a little emphasis when he said the word young.
A trace of sullenness flashed in Rosalind's eyes, and she ignored him, turning her head again to look at Sean Delmont, who was putting on a body armor for herself.
“Hey, Sean, do you want to find the anesthesiologist’s body first?”
Sean Delmonte looked indifferent: “The order doesn’t matter, as long as we find them all. The remains of the victim.”
"Oh, listen to this tone of 'servant of the people'."
Rosalind continued to look at John and said: "Sean is just a submissive middle-level bureaucrat, trying his best to promote this matter, in order to be able to Take charge of the District Attorney next year.”
“Hands up,” Neela interrupted her ramblings and put on a hard bulletproof vest with the words LAPD on it.
"Are you ready?" The fully armed figure of SWAT team leader Hondo appeared at the door.
Seeing Jack, the black tough guy took the initiative to touch him with his fist, said hello, and once again mentioned inviting him to the SWAT team as a guest.
The two of them had not seen each other since the last time they fought against the [Southern Front] together. Jack had forgotten about this and quickly promised to visit him with homemade delicacies.
As one of the most notorious serial killers in California, Rosalind went out in a grand manner. The LAPD not only dispatched SWAT armored vehicles to escort the prisoners, but also specially dispatched mounted police to clear the way.
As one of the branch's top combat forces, Angela got into the SWAT armored vehicle with Rosalind. Jack arranged for Taylor Kelly and her cameraman to drive behind his car. Just as he was about to start, David ·Rossi stepped forward quickly and opened the passenger door.
“Do you mind if I ride in your police car?” David Rossi maintained his unique Italian elegant accent.
"Of course not, it's my honor." Jack watched him fasten his seat belt and put into gear to start.
Knowing that the future boss had something to say when he got on the bus, Jack took the initiative to stir up the topic. He also had some ideas that needed to be realized through the FBI boss.
"Were you responsible for arresting Rosalind Dale?"
David Rossi nodded: "This woman has a typical antisocial personality, and she has extremely high dual quotients. He is a very dangerous guy, and it was a mistake for the prosecutor to reach an agreement with her.”
(End of Chapter)