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

Chapter 269 The FBI is super tough

"You son of a bitch!" Keith Vaughan was furious, but Jack blocked his way.

Rossi and Reed stood behind Jack before they were ready for a showdown, and they had great confidence in Jack's fighting ability.

Although I don't know why, but there are signs in the room that it is obvious that the father and daughter are abnormal. Of course, the so-called surname abuse speculation is just nonsense made by Rhett to annoy the other party.

At the scene of the body throwing before, everyone noticed that Keeson Vaughan was taking pills. Although we don’t know what kind of pills he took, but judging by his well-trained physique, it is obviously unlikely to be heart disease drugs. .

Then the only remaining possibility is psychotropic drugs, used to control certain impulsive emotions.

As for the purpose of provoking Keeson Vaughan, they need to reverse the positions of the two parties.

Previously, Keith Vaughn was a family member of the victim. In the absence of evidence, the FBI could only rely on the family's cooperation, or it could do some insignificant background checks on the sidelines.

But obviously, the results of Garcia's background check on this family were not smooth, and it was obvious at a glance that there was a high probability that it was forged.

Once the assault on the police is established, the status of the two parties will be completely reversed. Whether it is making a deal or applying for a search warrant, it is a matter of course.

This is the "dirty" little trick that Rosie, Red, and Jack decided upon after a few exchanges of glances.

But their tricks were almost dispelled. The moment Keeson Vaughn tried to rush up, the chubby-looking middle-aged man named Pat Mannan hugged him tightly.

"Don't be impulsive, they are deliberately provoking you!"

"No, let me go! I'm going to kill these sons of bitches!"

Keith Vaughan was completely out of control. Pat Mannan, although a head taller than him, could barely control him.

"gun!"

Jack shouted loudly, and Rossi and Reid behind them took a step back at the same time and drew their guns.

During the struggle between the two, Pat Mannan's coat was pulled up, revealing a Glock pistol at his waist.

However, Jack did not retreat but advanced, stepped forward, stretched out his left hand like lightning and grabbed the back of Pat Mannan's neck, making him lose his ability to move with a slight force, and then pulled out the pistol at his waist with his right hand, In an instant, he was pushed back against the wall.

"Put your hands where I can see you two, don't move!"

"Ho ho." Pat Mannan, who was pinched by the back of his neck and pressed against the wall by Jack, could not make any sound at all. He could only breathe hard, but he still raised his hands high in the air obediently. .

On the other side, Keeson Vaughn, who was pointed at by two pistols at the same time, also quickly calmed down, and quickly raised his hands with a helpless expression on his face.

"Left and left trouser pockets." Pat Mannan waved his left hand desperately, signaling Jack to check his trouser pockets.

"Don't move." Jack continued to hold him down firmly, inserting the captured pistol into his lower back, then reached out and took out a wallet from the other man's pocket, and threw it to Red without even looking at it.

Rhett reached out to take it and opened it. Inside was a police badge and an ID, "Federal Marshal?"

Jack's left hand holding the back of the other man's neck was slightly loosened, allowing him to speak normally.

"Yes, Keith and Lindsay are under my jurisdiction. Can you let me go?" Pat Mannan struggled unhappily.

"What's going on?" Rhett seemed to understand as soon as he spoke, and said in unison with Jack.

"Federal witness?"

Before the BAU was officially established, before Hotchner, Emily, and Garcia were all present, the first case they and Rossi handled was the twin kidnapping case. The family was also under federal control. Under the Witness Protection Program.

This time the trouble was big. Just as Jack was muttering to himself, Rosie had already picked up the phone and called Hotchner, asking them to come over and meet up.

Seeing that Federal Marshal Pat Mannan was about to say something, Jack gave him a stern look.

"Shut up, wait until our people arrive, I know what you're thinking, I hope you're ready to explain it to your boss."

Pat Mannan opened his mouth, but he couldn't hold back half a word.

In less than an hour, Hotchner arrived with Jiejie and Hannah. The two ladies looked a little sluggish, and the makeup on their faces was much thicker than usual, and they tried their best to cover up their tiredness.

"What happened?" Hotchner entered the room and asked directly to the two people on the sofa.

"Kissen has been a federal witness for ten years." Pat Mannan replied in a muffled voice.

"Why didn't you tell us the first time?" The FBI is also a federal police officer, and Hotchner completely dislikes him.

"Because the case he is involved in is too important, and his identity is protected at the highest level, no matter what the cost."

After Pat Mannan finished speaking, he turned to Keeson Vaughn and said, "Listen to Keeson, this should have nothing to do with that."

"It has nothing to do with what? His past? Can you guarantee that?" Rossi's words were full of sarcasm.

Pat Mannan opened his mouth and was speechless again.

"Listen, Kissen, everyone in this room, except this guy, is here to find your daughter."

Hotchner's poker face coupled with his righteous words is always so convincing.

Keith Vaughn hesitated for a long time, and finally said, "If, if this matter really has anything to do with me, then the other party should be from Boston, of Irish descent, at least two of them."

Gangster, killer, tainted witness, and a series of related words flashed through everyone's minds. Jack sighed in his heart, hoping that things would not develop to the worst step.

Although Ireland's family-run gangs have long since lost their former glory, this kind of stuff is like stinky shit, and he doesn't want to be contaminated at all.

Perhaps those gangster movies have rendered the aesthetics of these declining gangsters to the extreme, with suits, ties, cigar hats, polite killers, and family-oriented gangsters.

However, in reality, there are only human trafficking, guns and drugs, extremely bloody and violent conflicts over territory, bullying and oppression of vulnerable groups, including female branch girls, and so on.

"Take them back to the police station, and they can't come out until the case comes out."

Before Hotchner finished speaking, Pat Mannan stood up and stood in front of him, his words carrying a strong sense of threat.

"You have no idea who or what you're dealing with."

Hotchner, whose patience with the guy had run out, looked him in the eyes and spoke calmly.

"Either tell me, or please get out of the way."