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

"Cough. Cough. Cough. Ugh." Goosby, who was lifted out of the water by Clay, was almost choked to death. The dirty water that poured into his mouth and nose made him feel so nauseous that he kept retching.

Neither Captain Jason nor Jack had expected that they were confidently waiting for the other side to send someone down to deliver their kills, but what they got was a homemade thermobaric bomb made of a gas tank.

Fortunately, only rainwater accumulated in the tunnel and no methane was generated. In addition, the drainage pipe was long enough, and the people hiding in the tunnel outside rushed into the accumulated water as soon as they realized something was wrong, and no casualties were caused.

Although it was just a false alarm, everyone's faces were filled with hope.

As expected, no one should treat anyone as a fool these days. Although the opponent is not a T1-level special forces unit, they are equally experienced in the battlefield, not to mention that they are led by an outstanding and practical general.

"Plan change. Let's go directly to the prison hospital before we are discovered." Jason changed the plan very decisively.

"Are you sure those missiles are hidden in the morgue, Doctor?" Jack was a little unconfident now.

Goosby, who had just cleaned his mouth with water from a kettle, was furious. “Of course, but I don’t recommend engaging the other side there.

If there really were VX missiles stored there, even a stray bullet could kill everyone on the island."

"Don't worry, we won't let your fiancée become a widow." Jack patted his shoulder, "When we get back, we'll treat you to a beef hot pot that'll set your butt on fire."

Gusby's eyes lit up. "Will there be cigars and Seris liquor this time?"

"I can get you any good thing you can think of. As for the cigars." Jack patted the waterproof bag hidden on his chest. "That's for celebrating after the victory."

After saying that, he looked at the old man who was cleaning the mud off his beard and said, "Mr. Mason, please lead the way."

-

At the same time, at Fisherman's Wharf, only two kilometers away from Alcatraz Island, the members of the Wanted Criminals Team and the BUA Team, some stared at the images transmitted by the drone, while others simply set up high-powered cannon-shaped telescopes, all concentrating on observing every move on the island.

The explosion in the drainage pipe blew open several manhole covers. Although the fire was not obvious, it was clearly visible in the night vision imaging.

There was a commotion in the dock warehouse. Chief Womack, who had been waiting in front of the monitor, nervously leaned over to the screen and asked, "What happened? Did they fall into a trap?"

"Calm down, Jim." Rossi put his hand on his shoulder. "They are the best guys. It won't be easy for them to get into trouble."

"Sir, should we take the initiative to contact 'Eagle'?" asked the communications sergeant of the B Team's logistics support group.

"No need, continue to maintain radio silence." Major Eric Black, the commander of Team B (appeared in Chapter 601), replied expressionlessly.

He has experienced too many big scenes with SEAL Team B, and this is just the beginning.

"Sir, there is a new communication request from General Hammer." Another communications sergeant reported loudly.

"Bring it in." Chief Womack said impatiently, but Rossi stopped him, "No, wait!"

He looked at Chief Womack seriously, "Jim, stay calm. Since the Eagle has not taken the initiative to break the radio silence, it means they have not been discovered. This is probably just a test."

The director took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually regained clarity. "You are right, David, I will leave this place to you for the time being. I will go out for some fresh air."

After watching Chief Womack's slightly hunched back disappear, Rossi said to the waiting communications sergeant, "Take over the communication."

Soon General Hammer appeared on the screen with a gloomy face, the anger in his eyes almost tangible, "You made a mistake, thinking that sending a few little mice in would have any effect."

"I don't understand what you are talking about, General Hammer. We just noticed that there seemed to be an explosion on the island. What happened? Are the hostages safe?"

Rossi showed a puzzled expression, his innocence was impeccable.

General Hammer recognized him and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Why is it you? Where are Al (Admiral Kleiman) and your FBI director?"

Rossi continued to act innocent and even raised his wrist to check the time. "They should be in the White House right now, discussing the payment with the President. You know this matter is of great importance.

I would like to ask you if you can extend the ultimatum for a few hours, as you know, those bureaucrats are not very efficient. "

At this point, General Hammer seemed to have completely forgotten that he was here to call for justice, and was easily distracted by Rossi's chattering.

"No, there are still 14 hours left, which is more than enough for you. You have no room for bargaining, let alone trying to test my patience. Otherwise, I don't mind killing a few hostages or directly launching a VX missile to show my determination."

After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense and ended the call directly.

"Do you think he's really going to launch the missile?" asked Hotchner, who had been watching from Rossi's side.

Rossi was silent for a while, then shook his head, "I don't know, I always thought Hammer was a pure soldier."

"Perhaps that's why he did such extreme behavior," Hotchner muttered quietly, and then received a warning look from Rossi.

-

"How long will we have to walk?" The group followed Mason underground for nearly half an hour. The stains on Gusby's face had been washed out by sweat, leaving small grooves, making him look a little funny.

"Be patient. We are now in the oldest part of Alcatraz, an old mine left over from the gold rush era. The prison hospital we are heading to now was converted from a bunker left over from the Civil War."

Mason still seemed to be in a very good mood, and even gave him some scientific advice.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Mason, but I’m not in the mood to study history right now. How long are we going to walk in this damn tunnel?

Those bad guys may have already noticed us and may launch missiles at any time."

Before Goosby could finish his words, Mason stopped in front of a pile of rotten wood, "We're here."

The old man stepped aside and tilted his head slightly to Jack, "There is a stone staircase at the back. Going up is the prison hospital that was converted from a bunker."

Jack nodded to show that he understood, leaned forward and listened for a moment, then waved to Sonny, who was still strong, to help him clean up the debris blocking the exit.

Mason must have been right when he said that he had been groping underground for three days. After the rotten wood was carefully moved away, a cool ray of moonlight penetrated the midnight sea fog and shone on the two men.