Chapter 1132 Luxurious escort lineup, going to San Francisco
To be honest, I was quite excited about Director Jim Womack’s previous proposal to ask another prison escape expert, Ray Breslin, to take action.
After all, that is Stallone. Although he is a bit older, he should still be able to fight, at least better than the old man in front of him who has an overly pretentious attitude.
It's a pity that what they lack this time is someone who can fight. The SEAL Team B led by Jack's old friend Jason Hayes is not one of those minor characters in the movie who can only do strokes and marksmanship.
"I'm curious as to how you maintain your current condition in this small cell."
Jack looked at this old man who was almost 70 years old with some admiration. Although his appearance was a bit sloppy, he was covered in tendons and even his belly was almost invisible.
His own chief, Jim Womack, should be considered to be of the same age as him. Excluding the visual bonus brought by his clothing, looking at his physical condition alone, he may not be as good as this prisoner who is locked up in a space of only a few square meters all day long.
As if he was a little surprised by Jack's attitude, or he really felt that the kid in front of him was too young, John Mason quickly put away his spikes and his tone was no longer so mean.
"Reading, self-exercise, regular work and rest, except for the lack of freedom, I think my life is healthier than most people in the world.
Would you mind explaining what's going on now? I thought you wouldn't give me another vacation since I escaped from Wolfberg Prison once. ”
"Now there is an opportunity, an opportunity to fight for your own freedom. Do you need me to ask the prison guards to help you pack your luggage first?"
Jack glanced at the thick pile of books beside his bed, including "Shakespeare", "The Art of War", and a book on the bedside whose cover had become completely bald due to being rubbed all the time. The Count of Monte Cristo".
"There is nothing that belongs to me here. Let them return these books to the prison library." The old man consciously walked up to the two shackled prison guards and stretched out his hands.
"That's not necessary." Jack waved his hands to the prison guards, "We will be responsible for his safety from now on."
He dared to say so, so he was not being too proud, because in addition to a Sikorsky S-92 helicopter, he also came with the entire SEAL Team B except Jason Hayes.
After watching the helicopter leave, Jack drove to the Hoover Building at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue.
John Mason's file in this secret prison except for some numbers such as height and weight, even his name is marked with an *, and the database is even more clean.
All his information is stored in paper form in a secret archive under the Hoover Building, so Jack can only access the complete file with the authorization of his own director.
After getting the file, he hurried to the airport without having time to look at it carefully. The BAU team's Gulfstream business jet was already waiting for him here.
John Mason, still wearing prison uniform, sat in his seat very "obediently", with half a bottle of Scotch whiskey in front of him, and his face was full of intoxication.
If Jack saw it right, the half bottle of whiskey should be one of Rosie's treasures left on the plane.
"Who is this old hippie?"
The fully armed look of B2 Ray Perry, the deputy team member, seemed a little out of place with the Gulfstream. The other members of the B team were also the same.
Originally, they were flying directly from Virginia Beach to San Francisco, but both Rossi and Director Womack were worried about accidents on the way, so Jack simply suggested that the SEALs be responsible for escorting them.
"He is a British man who was imprisoned in Alcatraz Island in the 1990s and successfully escaped from prison in less than a year." Jack looked through the old man's files and couldn't help but marvel.
The SAS (Special Air Service) was first born from the British "Red Devil" troops fighting guerrillas in North Africa during World War II. They were called "Germands" (Commandos) at the time.
At that time, the "Gomande" was the last face of the British Army after being rubbed on the ground by Rommel on the North African battlefield. Initially, it only had 6 officers and 60 soldiers and successfully bombed North Africa within a year and a half. The German army has more than 200 aircraft and dozens of ammunition depots.
Usually, the SAS or "Gomand" is regarded as the originator of Western special forces, including the U.S. Army's "Delta Force" and SEALs, who were inspired by or even directly helped by them when they were first established.
But now a SEAL team is escorting an old British agent from the SAS, which seems to be a bit of a devilish joke.
"I thought no one had ever escaped from Alcatraz alive." Ray Perry smiled and showed his white teeth.
Jack shrugged, "That's the official story, but in fact at least 6 people have successfully escaped from there and disappeared into the vast ocean, but this is the only one we can find and live."
And this is the only one who has successfully escaped from prison by himself, Jack added silently in his heart.
Sonny on the side shrugged, not interested in this topic or the sloppy old man with long hair. Instead, he patted the leather seat under his butt and asked with a smile.
"You usually travel with such a big guy to solve murder cases across the country? Your FBI is really rich."
"No, my team and I usually use a Bombardier Challenger 850. This aircraft belongs to the BAU team, and we only use these expensive big toys when we face important cases and are in a hurry. .”
Jack glanced at everyone in Team B and felt quite relieved. Although it had been more than a year since Klein retired due to injury, the members of Team B had not changed much.
B1 to B5 are still familiar faces. Clay's replacement is not a newcomer, but Scott Carter, the veteran captain from the A team, nicknamed "Full Metal".
Although he used Clay's original call sign B6, he was wearing the A1 identification tag from his previous A team.
Jack didn't know the taciturn veteran very well, but they had fought against each other in the boxing ring when they were training in Virginia Beach, so they had some friendship.
This also indirectly shows how stringent Jason's selection criteria are. For so long, no newcomer in the youth team who can catch his eye has joined the B team. I think if Clay knew about it, he would no longer be entangled in Jason's original selection. He was too harsh.
Although it was a business jet flying a private route, it took nearly 4 hours to fly from Washington, D.C., which is equivalent to the East Coast, to San Francisco on the West Coast.
After Jack took a short nap, he made a video call with Jubal and others who were still in Mexico.
While he was busy, his friends in the wanted criminal group were also busy, and the serial murder case had been solved. The murderers were a pair of local Mexican sisters who believed in the extreme Holy Spirit of Death doctrine, and Lopez obtained some extremely useful clues while patrolling the streets of vehicles that publicly displayed mobile altars.
The two sisters are called Irma and Teresa. They have an older brother Miguel who smuggled to the United States to seek a better life.
Miguel owned an abandoned metal processing yard in Tijuana that he inherited from his family's business. When he left Mexico for the United States, he left everything there to his two sisters.
But it is obvious that Alma and Teresa are not good at running this industry. The scrap metal processing yard is on the verge of bankruptcy, which means that the sisters will lose their only livelihood.
Therefore, they desperately hope that their brother Miguel will come back to help deal with all this, but after many attempts to contact him failed, the desperate sisters turned to their faith for help.
A scrap metal processing plant is a factory that squeezes scrapped cars into a large pile of scrap metal through a briquette machine, or crushes them directly with a metal shredder.
This is indeed not an industry that two women can manage, but it also explains the origin of the vehicle that uses obsolete technology to modify the engine and uses biodiesel as fuel.
Jubal’s expression in the video is not very good, “After they lost contact with their brother Miguel, they have been driving a vehicle equipped with a mobile altar of the Holy Spirit of Death to display on the streets of Tijuana.
At first, what they prayed to the Holy Spirit of Death was that Miguel could take them to the United States to live a better life as soon as possible.
However, due to the obstruction of the local police, who repeatedly destroyed the altar and confiscated their vehicles, they stopped this behavior. Later, they blamed their loss of contact with their brother on their failure to maintain this promise, and were punished by the Holy Spirit of Death. .
So they used a set of blood sacrifice rituals to summon their loved ones. The ritual sequence was progressive layer by layer. The red ritual was the most elementary and required the blood of a young man. ”
"Just blood?" Jack was confused, "But what they did was kill Lee Kern and dye his body red."
The opposite side of the video was replaced by Jie Jie's pretty face, "In fact, even though the case has been concluded, we still haven't fully understood those oral rituals, which are full of conjecture and self-interpretation elements.
After the primary ritual failed, they used the advanced black spell. This ritual required the blood of sinners. ”
"Sinner? The guy who has a wife in both the United States and Mexico is indeed guilty."
Jack felt something was wrong as soon as he spoke. Obviously, the murderous sisters should not know about this, "So they randomly found Robert Miller at the dog racing track, because the Americans who appeared there must be gamblers who came to gamble. ?”
This time the screen changed to Hannah again, and the girl snapped her fingers, "Bingo! But you must not guess why the dark wizard Julio Salazar was killed.
I can give you a hint, the most powerful color of the spell is gold and the last step of the ritual requires the living heart of a powerful person. ”
Jack rolled his eyes and already guessed the answer, "Eyes have various symbolic meanings in black magic rituals, one of which is as a representative of power, including but not limited to magic, ether or spiritual power, etc. < br>
Therefore, the sisters attributed the failure of the first two steps of the ritual to their lack of strength, so they sacrificed Julio Salazar, who was regarded as the top black wizard in the local area, hoping to gain his power. ”
Hannah's expression was slightly frustrated, and it was obvious that Jack had guessed it right again, "Yes, you guessed it right. Later we found out the location of the abandoned metal processing yard. When Alma and Teresa were preparing to kill a Saved the local policeman when he was kidnapped.”
"Are ordinary police officers also regarded as people with power?" Jack smacked his lips and continued to ask, "Then why did their brother lose contact? Didn't he survive when he crossed the border?"
Hannah shrugged, "Yes, Alice found a photo of Miguel's body. He used the most dangerous method of smuggling by sea. The body was listed as anonymous after washing up on the beach at Point Loma.
Thanks to Clay, Teresa directly chose to shoot herself in the head after learning the truth. Clay rushed forward regardless of his own safety and knocked down Alma who was about to continue swinging the scythe at the police officer. ”
Clay's plush head appeared across from him as he spoke, with a sad stubble and bloodshot eyes. Sonny, who heard the sound and came closer, showed a malicious smile.
"Hey kid, it looks like you're not having a good time at the FBI. Do you want to consider returning to Team B?"
Of course he was just joking. Seals can leave and come back whenever they want.
Leaving the tablet for the seals to catch up with Clay, Jack took the seat opposite John Mason, who showed interest in his eyes when he was talking about the case with the wanted criminal team.
"You are a field agent in charge of criminal cases? Why do you look so familiar with those special forces members? What exactly do you want from me?
I don't know any black magic, and not every Englishman knows how to cross Platform 9 and Three Quarters at King's Cross Station. ”
Jack was amused by the old man, "I thought you only liked classical literature or military works."
John Mason sighed, "Although I make a book list every time, I am not always 100% satisfied. When I am really bored, I can only read what I have on hand."
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Jack didn't have the habit of telling people he was a writer, but he just said that he was also a literary lover.
"I know you have been observing the surroundings and heard our conversation, so you should have guessed something, but please don't worry, someone will talk to you about specific matters in San Francisco.
I can only tell you for now that we are currently facing a special situation and someone thinks you might be able to help. ”
"Special situation?" The old man said with a trace of sarcasm on his face, "I have been in prison for half a year longer than Mandela. How can I help? Do you plan to let me be the president? Did someone establish a country on Alcatraz Island? ?”
Jack sighed, knowing that the whispered conversation he just had with his deputy Ray Perry was not hidden from the old guy's ears. But fortunately, he didn't say it because he needed to keep it secret at this time, but simply because he didn't want to overstep his authority.
"Patience is a virtue, Mr. Mason. You will know it when you get off the plane, but before that I can give you a small suggestion. Try to seize this opportunity to regain your freedom."
"Freedom? What a beautiful word, especially when it comes from an FBI mouth." John Mason sighed with emotion and looked at Jack meaningfully.
(End of chapter)