Chapter 814 Prison Escape (4)
“Of course, ah. No, I mean, I’m here to provide assistance.”
The young black agent wears a jacket with the word DEA printed on it Wearing a thin coat and a golden DEA police badge hanging on his chest, his honest face still showed confusion and shock, as if he still hadn't figured out what happened just now.
"Then come with us, we need intelligence support from the DEA." Jubal smiled.
Just as he was taking everyone back to the large temporary office prepared for the FBI in the prison, Sheriff Roland and his cell phone rang almost at the same time.
The helicopter was found and crashed in a forest less than 15 miles southeast of the prison.
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"I forgot to introduce myself, I am Greg Gelson, from the DEA Philadelphia office." The young black agent who had been secretly sizing up Jack after getting in the car finally finally Unable to resist, he took the initiative to break the silence.
The other members of the wanted criminal team had been sent out before. Jack originally planned to go to the accident scene alone, leaving Jubal and Alice behind.
But as the saying goes, you can never hit someone with a smiling face. Since this DEA agent volunteered to follow him to the scene, he couldn't refuse him outright.
Although Jack had previously guessed that the DEA was not clean in this matter, there was no real evidence at first. It was simply due to his "prejudice" against the CIA and the DEA.
Secondly, this Agent Gerson is obviously not very qualified. At first glance, he looks like the kind of person who would be used as cannon fodder in front of others, just like Jane who was originally selected by the CIA to serve as a liaison officer in Mexico. Same as Banner.
There is no need to embarrass such a person, just be more careful when you look back. Thinking of this, Jack smiled and nodded in response, "Jack Tavole, deputy leader of the wanted criminal team, nice to meet you."
After getting into the car, Jack was sullen and silent, which made Agent Gelson, who was a little worried, suddenly become enthusiastic after hearing this.
"God knows, I just received a call from my superiors three hours ago, and I drove over quickly. They said that the FBI was responsible for this case, and the DEA was only providing assistance."
Jack continued to smile back and found a high-sounding reason, "In fact, we welcome the DEA's assistance. Sorry, I was just distracted.
When I think of a cruel drug lord like Maldonado, If he regains his freedom, how many innocent people will be killed by him? I feel very bad.”
Agent Gelson was slightly stunned. With his level, he really didn’t understand the “remarkable military exploits” that Jack had made during his several missions to Mexico, but as a professional. The field agents in the DEA Philadelphia office had heard some rumors.
Not to mention the shooting in Charlotte that shocked the United States not long ago, and even the President personally intervened. This team, which is affiliated with the FBI New York office, has just been reorganized and is already within the federal law enforcement system. Has quite a reputation.
It’s just that the young DEA agent never expected that as the deputy leader of this extraordinary team, Jack would show such a compassionate attitude, which made him confused for a while. True or false, I can only nod in agreement.
"That's right. Even among drug lords who are famous for their brutality, Elpincho is a special being."
Hearing Agent Gelson's sincere agreement, Jack sighed slightly. Stunned, "El Pincho?"
"Yes, Maldonado's nickname. During his rise to power, he once nailed a man to the wall with a broken shovel, The other party wailed for a whole night before dying, and it took several days before people dared to collect the body of the deceased. "Pincho means shovel," Agent Gelson said. He even swallowed subconsciously.
"No, I heard that he once tortured and killed one of your DEA undercover agents in Monterey, so to us, he is just Esteban Martin Marr Donado, we should not mythologize him by mentioning this nickname.”
Jack corrected Agent Gelson's statement righteously. Before he could continue to explain, he turned the steering wheel slightly and the car stopped next to a woodland, "We are here."
It was still the same. It is a secondary forest composed of deciduous trees common in the North American continent. The humus layer formed by the accumulation of fallen leaves over the years exudes an unpleasant smell under the summer sun, and is mixed with an even more unpleasant burnt smell.
"The pilot's skills are good." Jack whistled slightly mockingly. What appeared in front of the two of them was a small forest glade, very small, an irregular circle with a diameter of less than ten meters. The shape may have been formed by the fall of decaying trees.
The crashed helicopter landed on a slightly raised mound in this open space. The tail was almost completely broken off, but the cabin appearance was intact. A plume of green smoke rose slowly from the burned cab. The sky is the source of that unpleasant burnt smell.
Several state police officers were pointing at a charred corpse in the cab. Two pickup trucks seemed to have just arrived, and several K9 police officers were getting out of the car with their barking teams.
"Ugh!" Agent Gelson vomited while holding on to the tree trunk almost as soon as he saw the charred corpse. Jack acted as if he hadn't seen it and walked straight to the wreckage of the helicopter to observe it carefully.
"Have any other bodies been found?" After looking at the bodies, Jack flashed his ID to a state trooper. On such a hot day, he didn't bother to wear a jacket with FBI letters on it after leaving the air conditioner. .
The state policeman shook his head, "No, sir, we have searched the entire 100-meter area nearby."
Then he pointed at the newly arrived paw teams, "So We called in the K9, hoping they can find some tracks or something."
Jack nodded in thanks and turned towards Agent Gelson who had just finished delivering nutrients to the forest.
"Simic and Maldonado ran away. The pilot had a broken leg and was shot in the head. Were they treated as a liability and killed directly, or were they trapped in the burning cabin and given last mercy? Forensic medicine is needed. It's up to you to judge."
"Didn't the body be burned on purpose?" Agent Gelson didn't dare to look at the charred corpse anymore and forced himself to turn his head.
"Logically speaking, they should be more worried about exposure due to smoke during the fire. I guess this was just an accident. Obviously, it was not only the aircraft engine but also the fuel tank that was shot. The helicopter had almost no fuel when it made an emergency landing. It leaked out.
Shortly after landing, the circuit ignited the remaining aviation gasoline. However, because it had rained frequently in the past few days, it did not cause a forest fire. This time, lady luck was on our side again. This way."
Jack said this, but secretly sighed in his heart. God knows how many innocent lives will be lost on the escape of these two murderers.
(End of this chapter)