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

Chapter 1132 Luxurious escort team to San Francisco

To be honest, I was quite tempted by Director Jim Womack's previous suggestion to ask another prison break expert, Ray Breslin, to take action.

After all, that's Sylvester Stallone. Even if he's a little old, he should still be able to fight. At least better than the old man in front of him who has an overly pretentious attitude.

Unfortunately, this time they don't lack capable fighters. The SEAL Team B led by Jack's old friend Jason Hayes is not the supporting roles in the movies who can only do some sketchy shooting.

"I'm curious as to how you can stay in this small cell like this."

Jack felt a little admiration for this old man who was almost 70 years old. Although he looked a little sloppy, he had a muscular body and his belly was almost invisible.

Their own chief, Jim Womack, was probably of the same age as him, but apart from the visual bonus brought by his clothes, if we only looked at his physical condition, he might not be as good as this prisoner who was locked up in a space of only a few square meters all day.

As if he was a little surprised by Jack's attitude, or maybe he really felt that the boy in front of him was too young, John Mason quickly put away his spikes and his tone was no longer so harsh.

“I read, exercise, and have a regular schedule. Apart from not having freedom, I think I live a healthier life than most people in this world.

Mind explaining what's going on? I thought you wouldn't offer me a vacation after I escaped from Wolfburg Prison once."

"There is an opportunity now, an opportunity to fight for your freedom. Do you want me to ask the prison guard to help you pack your luggage first?"

Jack's eyes swept over the thick pile of books beside his bed, including "Shakespeare", "The Art of War", and "The Count of Monte Cristo" which was placed on the bedside and had a completely wrinkled cover due to years of rubbing.

"There is nothing here that belongs to me. Let them return these books to the prison library." The old man walked up to the two prison guards holding handcuffs and stretched out his hands.

"That's not necessary." Jack waved his hand at the prison guards, "We will be responsible for his safety from now on."

He was not being arrogant when he said that, 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 consists of some numbers such as his height and weight, and even his name is marked with asterisks. The database is also very clean.

All of his information is stored in paper form in a secret archive under the Hoover Building, so Jack can only retrieve the complete file with the authorization of his own director.

After getting the file, he rushed to the airport without having time to look at it carefully. The Gulfstream business jet of the BAU team was already waiting for him there.

John Mason, still wearing prison uniform, sat in his seat very "obediently", with a half bottle of Scotch whisky in front of him and a look of intoxication on his face.

If Jack was not mistaken, the half bottle of whiskey should be one of Rossi's treasures left on the plane.

“Who is this old hippie?”

Deputy Team B2 Ray Perry looked somewhat out of place in the Gulfstream in his fully armed appearance, and the other members of Team B were the same as him.

Originally they were going to fly directly from Virginia Beach to San Francisco, but Rossi and Chief Womack were worried about accidents on the way, so Jack simply suggested that the SEALs be responsible for the escort.

"He is a British man who was imprisoned in Devil's Island in the 90s. He successfully escaped from prison in less than a year." Jack was amazed as he flipped through the old man's file.

The SAS (Special Air Service) originated from the British "Red Devils" guerrilla troops in North Africa during World War II, which were called "Commandos" at the time.

At that time, "Commander" was the last face of the British Army after being crushed to the ground by Rommel on the battlefield in North Africa. Initially, with only 6 officers and 60 soldiers, it successfully destroyed more than 200 German aircraft and dozens of ammunition depots in North Africa within a year and a half.

Generally speaking, SAS or "Commander" is regarded as the forefather of Western special forces. Both the US Army's "Delta" Force and the Navy SEALs were inspired by them or even directly helped by them when they were first established.

Now, a Navy SEAL special forces team is escorting an old British agent from the SAS, which seems a bit like a devilish joke.

"I thought no one had ever escaped from Devil's Island alive." Ray Perry smiled, revealing his white teeth.

Jack shrugged. "That's the official version of the story, but in fact at least six people have escaped from there and disappeared in the vast ocean. But the only one we can find alive is this one."

And he is the only one who successfully escaped from prison on his own, Jack added silently in his heart.

Sonny on the side shrugged. He was 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 around the country solving murders in a giant like this? You FBI are 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 are facing important cases and in a hurry."

Jack glanced at everyone on Team B and felt relieved. Although it had been more than a year since Klein retired due to injury, there had not been many changes in the members of Team B.

B1 to B5 are still familiar faces. The one who replaces Clay is not a newcomer, but the old captain of Team A, Scott Carter, nicknamed "Full Metal".

Although he was using Clay's original call sign B6, he was wearing the A1 tag from his previous time in Team A.

Jack wasn't very familiar with the taciturn veteran, but they had fought each other in the boxing ring when they were training in Virginia Beach, so they had some friendship.

This also indirectly shows how strict Jason's criteria for selecting players are. For such a long time, there hasn't been a new player in the youth team who catches his eye joining Team B. If Clay knew this, he would definitely not be bothered by Jason's excessive harshness towards him.

Although it was a business jet flying on a private route, it still took nearly four hours to fly from Washington DC on the East Coast to San Francisco on the West Coast.

After taking a short nap, Jack made a video call with Jubal and others who were still in Mexico.

During this busy period of his, his teammates in the wanted criminal team 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 doctrine of the Holy Spirit of Death. Lopez obtained some extremely useful clues while patrolling the streets for vehicles that publicly displayed mobile altars.

The sisters are named Alma and Theresa. They have a brother named Miguel who sneaked to the United States to seek a better life.

Miguel owned a scrap metal processing plant in Tijuana that he inherited from his family. When he left Mexico for the United States, he left everything there to his two sisters.

But it's clear that Alma and Theresa are not good at running this business, and the scrap metal processing plant is on the verge of bankruptcy, which means the sisters will lose their only livelihood.

Therefore, they urgently hope that their brother Miguel will come back to help deal with all this, but after many unsuccessful attempts to contact him, the desperate sisters turn to their faith for help.

A scrap metal processing plant is a plant that squeezes scrapped cars into a large pile of scrap metal through a briquetting machine, or directly crushes it using a metal shredder.

This is certainly not an industry that two women can manage, but it also explains the origin of the vehicle, which has an engine modified using obsolete technology 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 on the streets of Tijuana.

At first, they prayed to the Holy Spirit of Death, hoping that Miguel would take them to the United States as soon as possible to live a good life.

However, due to obstruction from the local police, who destroyed the altars and confiscated their vehicles several times, they stopped this behavior. Later, they attributed their loss of contact with their brother to their failure to keep 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 order of the rituals was progressive, and the red ritual was the most basic, requiring the blood of a young person. "

"Just blood?" Jack was puzzled. "But what they did was kill Lee Kern and dye his body red."

The other side of the video showed Jie Jie's pretty face, "In fact, even though the case has been concluded, we still haven't been able to fully understand those rituals passed down by word of mouth, which are full of elements of imagination and self-interpretation.

After the primary ritual failed, they used an advanced black spell, which required the blood of sinners. "

"Sinner? The guy who has a wife in both the United States and Mexico is indeed a sinner."

As soon as Jack said this, he felt something was wrong. Obviously, the murderous sisters shouldn't know about this. "So they randomly found Robert Miller at the dog racing track, because the Americans who hang out there must be gamblers who come here to gamble?"

This time the scene changed to Hannah again, and the girl snapped her fingers, "Bingo! But you will never guess why the dark wizard Julio Salazar was killed.

I can give you a hint, the most powerful spell is gold in color, and it is the final step of the ritual, requiring the living heart of a powerful person."

Jack rolled his eyes and guessed the answer, "Eyes have various symbolic meanings in black magic rituals, one of which is as a representation of power, including but not limited to magic, ether or mental power and so on.

So the sisters attributed the failure of the first two steps of the ritual to their lack of strength, and sacrificed Julio Salazar, who was regarded as the top dark wizard in the area, hoping to gain his power. "

Hannah looked a little frustrated, obviously Jack had guessed right again, "Yes, you guessed right, and then we found the location of the scrap metal processing plant and rescued Alma and Theresa when they were about to kill a kidnapped local policeman."

"Are ordinary police officers also considered to be powerful people?" Jack smacked his lips and continued, "Then why did their brother lose contact? Did he fail to make it across the border?"

Hannah shrugged, "Yes, Alice found a photo of Miguel's body. He used the most dangerous method of smuggling at sea, and his body was listed as a Jane Doe after it washed up on Point Loma Beach.

Thanks to Clay, Theresa chose to shoot herself in the head after learning the truth, and Clay rushed forward without hesitation and knocked down Alma who was about to continue swinging the sickle at the police officer. "

As he was talking, Clay's furry head appeared across from him, with a face full of stubble and bloodshot eyes, which made Sonny, who came over after hearing the voice, smile maliciously.

"Hey, kid, it looks like you're not having a very good time in the FBI. Would you like to consider returning to Team B?"

Of course he was just joking. Seals can't just leave or come back whenever they want.

Leaving the tablet to the SEALs and Clay to catch up, Jack took a seat across from John Mason, who had been very interested in the case he had just discussed with the Most Wanted team.

"You are a field agent in charge of criminal cases? Why do you seem to be familiar with those special forces members? What do you want from me?

I don't know any black magic, and not everyone in England knows how to get across Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross."

Jack was amused by the old man, "I thought you only liked classical literature or military works."

John Mason sighed, "Although I always make a list of books, it is not always 100% satisfying. When I am really bored, I can only read what I have on hand."

Jack doesn't have the habit of telling everyone that he is a writer, but he just says that he is also a literature lover.

“I know you’ve been observing the surroundings and heard our conversation, so you should have guessed something. But don’t worry. When we get to San Francisco, someone will talk to you about the details.

All I can tell you for now is that we are facing a unique situation and someone thought you might be able to help."

"Special situation?" The old man said with a hint of sarcasm. "I have been in prison for half a year longer than Mandela. How can I help? Are you planning to let me be president? Did someone set up a country on Devil's Island?"

Jack sighed, knowing that his whispered conversation with Deputy Captain Ray Perry just now did not escape the old man's ears, but fortunately he did not say it not because it needed to be kept secret at this time, but simply because he did not want to interfere.

"Patience is a virtue, Mr. Mason. You will know once you get off the plane. But before that, I can give you a little advice. Try to seize this opportunity to regain your freedom."

"Freedom? What a wonderful word, especially when it comes from the mouth of an FBI agent." John Mason sighed and looked at Jack meaningfully.