Chapter 287: Zoe, the rising political star
“What happened?” Jack had no idea what had happened before.
Hotchner briefly talked about their previous experiences. The serial killer named Chester Hardwick was about to be executed. He decided to take advantage of the prison riot and tricked two FBI into killing him. .
In this way, according to this country's long judicial and investigative procedures, he may live for several more years in this way.
According to the death penalty execution process, he has been quarantined for 24 hours since the court's notice was issued. This isolation will continue until he is sent to the execution chamber.
Although the prison was leaky like a sieve, it did not completely cut him off from other prisoners, such as getting information about the riot from Gunnar Card.
But that was all. The solitary isolation policy made him lose the opportunity to attack other prisoners.
"So, you killed him?" Jack glanced at the motionless death row prisoner on the ground.
"No, I just strangled him. It's not even as serious as the damage Dr. Reed caused to him."
Maybe it was the difficulty of getting out that made Hotchner's nerves tense. Rarely relaxed, he shrugged and pointed at Red with a smile.
"When I almost couldn't control him, Rhett screamed like a little girl and kicked him between his legs."
"That's not like a girl. Scream, Bruce Lee would scream like this every time before taking action, to intimidate his enemies!" Rhett tried his best to argue for himself.
"Forgive him, Dr. Reed. Hotchner obviously doesn't know how to watch kung fu movies. His childhood idol should be Washington, who only knows how to kill vampires with an axe."
Jack endured Laughing, placating Red with nonsense, it was easy to guide him to this point. At this time, he could not dampen his interest in learning fighting.
"You should be talking about "Lincoln the Vampire Slayer". I have seen this movie, and the vampire in it is a pretty good political metaphor."
"Well, why do I have the illusion in my mind that the one with the ax should be Washington?"
The three walked out of the prison building laughing and joking. Rosie, Jiejie and Emily greeted them early. It's outside.
"Wow, Hotchner, you should try this wild style more often, I swear Harley will love you to death."
Emily reached out to help Hotch Na straightened his messy shirt and boldly teased his boss.
Jiejie comforted the frightened Red, rubbed his messy curly hair, and showed a sweet smile to Jack again.
"Jack, here are your guns and equipment." Two SWAT members carried the injured Carmelita out on a stretcher. Behind them were Hondo and Deputy Captain Deacon, holding Jack's rifle and the replaced one respectively. That seal gear.
"Hodge, I think it's time to push the weapons we applied for." Rossi took the initiative to take the HK417 and weighed it in his hand.
"Just do it when we get back." Hotchner nodded solemnly. Last time Jack complained about the lack of a special sniper rifle, and he and Rossi jointly signed an application report.
Of course, what they applied for could not just be a sniper rifle, but directly requested a firearms room and prepared to add an additional equipment cabinet to the "Gulfstream" business jet.
In the future, when BAU members go to various places to perform tasks, they will no longer need to borrow equipment from the local office or police station.
"Thank you Jack, you know, such tacit cooperation is rare between us and the FBI."
Hondo took the initiative to extend his hand and shook hands with everyone in the BAU. As members of the LAPD The SWAT team is often overtaken by the FBI's SWAT team. Although there wasn't much grudge, we were both in an elite unit, and we were always being targeted by others. You can imagine how much dissatisfaction accumulated in our hearts.
This time Jack was one of his own from the LAPD. Although he got a lot of limelight, the operation was still dominated by their two teams and was a great success.
The LAPD has earned both face and dignity. Both Hondo and his female boss, Jessica Cortez, are full of joy.
However, everyone's good mood did not last long, as an unpleasant guy appeared.
"You are really of great help, this officer." Prison contractor Ash Jones walked quickly to Hondo with several reporters.
This guy seemed to have regained his energy and energy, and his whole body was energized.
"Actually, I am the superintendent." Hondo ignored his extended right hand.
"Ah, my bad, Superintendent." Ash Jones looked awkwardly at the cameras of the reporters around him, trying to act sincere and enthusiastic.
"Thanks to the efforts of you and your men, justice has been served, thank you."
Hondo was angry, raised his head without mercy, and pointed his nostrils at him.
“What do you thank us for? Thank us for saving your sweatshop? For helping you suppress those prisoners so that you can continue to cram four or even six people into a cell?”
Ashe Jones was aroused by this unrelenting sarcasm, "I don't know what you are accusing, this superintendent."
The listless reporters behind him They suddenly became energetic. Originally, they were just called to report on a boring prison riot. Now, after hearing Hondo's words, these exciting news highlights popped up in their minds. .
Ash Jones looked uneasily at the reporters who were starting to get restless behind him, and uttered threats.
"You'd better be careful what you say. Defamation still exists in this country. You'd better think carefully before making these accusations, unless you want to deal with my lawyer."
Hondo was so angry that he took a step forward and confronted Ash Jones head-on, ignoring the female boss Jessica Cortez who gently pulled on his sleeve and wanted to stand up for him.
"You can come over now. I'm waiting for your lawyer's letter at any time. I'll tell you what I will do."
"I will go to the Bureau of Prisons, I will go to the city council , show the evidence to everyone, the death of the warden, the harm suffered by the nun, all of this is because of you, because your greed caused all this, I want you to pay for it.”
There was a crisp sound of footsteps, and several beautiful figures wearing high heels appeared behind everyone.
“Congressman Ann Anderson!” The media reporters who were watching the show whispered to each other, recognizing this rising star in California politics.
“There is no need to go to such trouble at all, you can directly provide me with the relevant evidence.”
Zoe smiled beautifully, standing slim in front of everyone, with smooth and fair skin and uneven bumps. From her figure, it is completely impossible to tell that she is a royal lady who is already in her thirties and in her late teens.
"Harrison (surname Hondo), long time no see."
(End of this chapter)