The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

"What are you talking about?" Danny couldn't believe his ears. "How is this possible? Comescu thought it was smallpox. He even tried to break the bottle to infect Karen."

"Someone must have swapped the bottles." Jack didn't expect his hunch to be so accurate. "It must be the missing doctor who did the experiment for Comescu."

“I think so too. The CDC laboratory checked the surveillance of those laboratories. Although the other party did not show his face, Dr. Dusek felt that his voice was very familiar.

So I followed her suggestion and found some public medical lecture videos, and found his identity through voiceprint comparison. "

"Hey, guys, I think we should go." Danny picked up Cheng Hao's phone and said as he walked. Karen looked at the unfinished cold beer in his hand with regret and put it back on the dining table.

"Kono, keep talking. Who is that guy?" Cheng Hao put a few banknotes on the table. Without even saying hello to the owner of the shrimp truck, a fat man weighing more than 300 pounds, he trotted over.

"His name is Jarod Broadman. He was once a respected epidemiologist. I just arrived at the base and am retrieving his information. You'd better get back quickly."

Kono hung up the phone after he finished speaking, and everyone here quickly got in the car and rushed to the "Five-O" headquarters.

Jack sat in Danny's Camaro, while Cheng Hao drove his F150 with two NCIS members. As soon as the car started, Cheng Hao dialed the in-car communication.

"Comescu accidentally got the smallpox virus from Pennsylvania, but he and his people obviously did not have the ability to replicate and verify these viruses, so they found Broadman.

But why would Broadman betray his boss and run away with the virus?"

"Maybe he was not satisfied with the little compensation that Comescu gave him, so he found a buyer himself?" Danny guessed.

At this time, Kono contacted everyone again, "Guys, you don't have to come back. The TSA (Federal Transportation Security Administration) just responded to the notification. Broadman has booked a flight to Los Angeles that will take off in fifteen minutes."

Danny turned on the police lights and sirens and turned the steering wheel. "Notify the TSA to stop the plane from taking off, but don't alarm the waiting passengers before we arrive."

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20 minutes later, everyone rushed to the Honolulu Airport, where a TSA officer in a blue uniform came to greet them.

"We have delayed the flight in the name of maintenance. All passengers should be waiting at the boarding gate. We have confirmed from the system that Broadman, whom you are looking for, checked in several hours ago, but we have not found him yet."

The group walked into the waiting room while talking. Jack looked at the photo sent by Kono on his mobile phone. It showed a Middle Eastern man in his forties with a slightly darker skin, black hair and blue eyes.

His eyes swept across the seats near the boarding gate, and his heart sank slightly, as he did not see any similar faces.

"I didn't see him." Karen's eyesight was also good, otherwise she wouldn't have been able to see Jack waving at her from more than 300 meters away.

"Then let him come to us." Danny motioned for everyone to wait aside, and walked to the service desk confidently. He winked at an Asian beauty at the service desk, "Sorry to interrupt your work."

He glanced at the other person's name tag, "Arcee, right? I need you to call a passenger for me, in the name of providing him with a free upgrade."

The airport worker looked at the police badge on his waist with a little surprise, then looked at the TSA officer who nodded slightly at him not far away, and nodded hesitantly, "Uh, okay."

"His name is Jarod Broadman, thank you." After saying that, Danny turned around and winked at the others, indicating that they should disperse and not stand out too much.

As the Asian beauty picked up the microphone, the announcement in the waiting room sounded, "Attention passengers at the boarding gate, Jarod Broadman, please go to the service counter to complete the seat upgrade procedure."

The notice was repeated twice, and a young white man who looked to be in his early 20s stood up from his seat and walked towards the service desk.

"That's not Jarod Broadman." Danny said, turning around, and everyone saw anxiety and uneasiness in each other's eyes.

The young man seemed quite happy. He walked to the service counter with his boarding pass and introduced himself. "Hello, I'm Jarod Broadman."

"No, you're not." Jack and Danny moved the shelf to the side, and five pairs of eyes stared at him.

"You are not Broadman, who are you?"

Although Hannah's figure is not as intimidating as the big guy Reacher, it is still very oppressive to ordinary people. The young man was speechless for a moment.

"Why, are you planning to make up another identity?"

Karen glared at him, making him even more nervous. "No, I... I just..."

Jack impatiently pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and opened it. "Benjamin Gallagher, you've got yourself into a lot of trouble, do you know that?"

"Come on, I knew this was not a good idea. Damn it, why did I..." The young man looked annoyed.

Danny looked sarcastic, "No no no, Benjamin, right, the idea of ​​traveling under someone else's identity is a great idea."

Hannah was too lazy to talk nonsense, "Where is Broadman himself?"

"I, I don't know." The young man named Benjamin seemed increasingly nervous as he was questioned by several people in turn.

"You don't know? You took his plane ticket, and you want to tell us you don't know him?" Karen clenched his fists.

Benjamin was so frightened that he spoke fluently instantly.

"I swear I really don't know that guy. He took the initiative to find me in the terminal and asked me to switch flights with him. He said something very touching, saying that his girlfriend took the previous flight, but she didn't dare to fly alone."

"What a kind-hearted man you are. You mean he has a female companion traveling with him." Jack discovered the key point.

"Yes, he also gave me $500. The plane was about to take off, so I thought I was helping him. I could also make $500, so why not? So are the consequences serious?"

Everyone was too lazy to pay attention to this idiot and turned to look at the timetable on the side, "Which flight is he on?"

"792 times."

"Hanalei Airlines Flight 792." Jack glanced at the timetable and silently calculated the time, and his heart sank.

The flight time from Hawaii to Los Angeles is usually around 5 to 6 hours. Judging from the time, the plane should be landing soon.

At the same time, Hannah had already taken out his cell phone and called the Los Angeles headquarters, "Eric, inform Heidi to send someone to Los Angeles International Airport immediately, Hanalei Airlines Flight 792, the passenger is alias Benjamin Gallagher."

Jack was also on the phone. Although Los Angeles International Airport was not under the jurisdiction of the Wilshire Police Department, Los Angeles was still his home base, and he had direct contact information for both the FBI and the LAPD.

The two of them put down their phones almost at the same time, with equally grim expressions.

"What's wrong?" Danny asked quickly.

"We are in big trouble." Hannah's dark face became even darker at this time, "The plane landed five minutes ago."

The information Jack received was more detailed. "A female body was found dead in the bathroom on the plane. I have notified the LAPD to send an emergency response team immediately. I hope it's not too late."