Chapter 274 Tracking and Tacit Understanding
“He drove away my car!” The back door of the police station was violently opened, and Pat Mannan walked in embarrassedly with a nosebleed on his face.
“That bastard stole my car.”
Under everyone’s surprised eyes, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and called, “This is Pat Mannan. Attention all units, hunt for Keith Vaughn"
Seeing that everyone in the BAU put down what they were doing and looked at themselves, Pat Mannan looked a little embarrassed, and Hotchner walked up to him with a sullen face. .
"What's going on? Aren't you following him all the time?"
Pat Mannan opened his mouth, and his original aggressive aura was blocked. He opened his mouth and said dejectedly after a long time.
“He knocked me unconscious in a sneak attack and took away my car keys.”
“Bruce Owen must have recognized Douglas in the photo, which means he knew who the murderer was. , he released a monster to find the murderer of his daughter."
Rosie "deduced" the "truth" in an instant.
"Farke! Farke! Farke! I, Farke, am in big trouble." Pat Mannan ignored Bruce Owen's trouble, grabbed the walkie-talkie he had just put down, and ran out.
The time went back to 15 minutes ago. In the parking lot connected to the back entrance of the police station, Jack, who had been sitting in his Firebird car for a long time, looked at Keith Wo in the distance with a smile, pretending to ask for a cigarette. Well, one clean punch knocked Pat Mannan down.
"Hiss" Jack took a breath for the federal marshal. This punch was somewhat personal.
Seeing Keith Vaughn fumble for the car keys in the other person’s pocket and then try to touch his waist, Jack couldn’t sit still.
Although Pat Mannan is a bit stupid, he is not a bad person, and he is still responsible for his duties. If Kitson even took away his pistol, it would really trick him into retiring early.
Fortunately, Kitson hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not make a move. He stood up and ran quickly towards the blue Mercury driven by Pat Mannan to conceal his identity.
Watching the Mercury drive away from the parking lot, Jack also started the Firebird and followed slowly.
It must 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 is not suitable for tracking.
Less than ten minutes after the two cars left the Southeast District Police Station, Jack was spotted. Of course, his tracking was quite perfunctory, almost telling the other party that you were being targeted.
Mercury slowly stopped on the side of the road, and Jack stopped hurriedly less than 10 meters away from it.
Kisson got out of the car, walked to the car door where Jack lowered the glass, and looked at him without saying a word.
With a smile, Jack took out a "Churchill" cigar from his pocket and handed it to him, joking, "You won't punch everyone who hands you a cigarette. ? "
Kisen took the cigar, still with a straight face, " Have you been staring at me? "
"Neither Bruce nor you want to speak, are you? What did you and Bruce talk about? You promised him that you would kill the murderer of his daughter?"
< br>Jack asked a series of questions.
"Then will you stop me?" Kisson did not answer directly.
"If you hurt innocent people, or go too far." Jack did not shy away.
“For example, if you had taken that gun just now, I wouldn’t have been able to sit quietly in the car.”
“So this was all planned by you, right? Why are you so confident that you can control everything with that big gun under your arm?" Kisson glanced at Jack's backup gun with feigned disdain. Jack showed a harmless business smile, as if the person standing in front of him was not a ruthless gang killer who needed psychotropic drugs to curb his violent impulses.
"Trust me, you don't want to know."
Looking at the other party's smiling face, Kissen felt a chill in his heart for no reason, as if he was foraging for food on the African grasslands. The hyena suddenly found himself face to face with a hungry lion.
"You have killed many people?" Kisson was a little confused. The young FBI in front of him looked to be in his early 20s. Why was he more murderous than himself?
"Is it okay?" Jack was a little unsure. He squinted his eyes and recalled. The terrorists on Jolo Island who were sent to the sky by broad swords should not be counted as their heads, right?
“I can’t remember clearly. I killed a lot of people, including humans and not humans.” The main reason was that it was not easy to kill those who were killed with Barrett when luring the enemy. The crowd was too dense and it was difficult to fight. A little bit broken again.
As for the ogres he killed in New Mexico, it's really hard to tell whether they can still be considered humans, but apart from these, his record is not very impressive, at least not comparable to that of a guy named Jimmy next door.
Kisen was a little confused by his answer and couldn't 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 at the time on it.
Seeing him turning around and leaving without any nonsense, Jack shouted loudly from behind, "Don't go too far, your daughter still needs your care."
Kisen's footsteps paused. After a moment, he raised his right hand and waved, got in the car and started, merging into the evening rush hour traffic.
Half an hour later, seeing the blue Mercury car parked in front of a house at the back door, Jack took out his cell phone and called Hotchner.
"Jackson Street, yes, I think I'll need it later."
However, just before he finished speaking, a gunshot broke the silence around him.
“Fuck!” Jack opened the car door, switched the phone to his left hand, and pulled out the Glock from his waist.
"Call 911, I heard gunshots."
At the same time, he was thinking secretly in his heart, Kitson didn’t have a gun in his hand, could he have rushed in and been killed? Is this gangster killer who has been in trouble for ten years really not going to capsize in the gutter?
Before he could reach him, Kisson came out of the house carrying a Winchester M1887 lever-action shotgun.
When he saw Jack, he stuck the gun directly into the back of his waist, "I asked about the whereabouts of my daughter."
"Ah, and then?" Jack was slightly startled, and when he saw him Like the governor in "The Terminator", he was very worried about the life and death of the little gangster whose name he didn't know.
"I just broke one of his legs and he and another guy named Ryan Phillips hid her in a school two blocks away, Mefford High School, you're coming ”
Kisson saw Jack put away his pistol, got in the car and drove to his daughter's high school.
Since he wasn't killed on the spot, Jack didn't bother to go in and take a look. He turned around and walked back to his Firebird. Anyway, someone helped call the police.
"Yes. Ryan Phillips is hiding in the high school where the girl attends. I'm on my way there, please hurry up."
Jack hung up the phone after saying that. , heading towards the destination at full speed.
(End of this chapter)