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

Chapter 274 Tracking and tacit understanding

"He drove away my car!" The back door of the police station was violently opened, and Pat Mannan walked in embarrassedly with a nosebleed on his face.

"That bastard took my car."

Under everyone's surprised gazes, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and called, "This is Pat Mannan, all units pay attention, hunt for Keith Vaughn."

Seeing that everyone in BAU put down their work and looked at themselves together, Pat Mannan looked a little embarrassed, and Hochner walked in front of him with a sullen face.

"What's the matter, haven't you been following him?"

Pat Mannan opened his mouth, and his original fierce momentum couldn't help but be blocked. He opened his mouth and said dejectedly after a long time.

"He attacked me unconsciously and took my car keys."

"Bruce Owen must have recognized Douglas in the photo, which means he knows who the murderer is, and he released a monster to find the murderer who killed his daughter."

Rossi "inferred" the "truth" in an instant.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! I'm in big trouble, Fuck." Pat Mannan didn't care about going to trouble with Bruce Owen, grabbed the walkie-talkie he had just put down, and ran out.

Back to 15 minutes ago, in the parking lot connected to the back entrance of the police station, Jack, who had long been sitting in his Firebird, looked at Keith Vaughn in the distance with a smile, pretending to ask for a cigarette, and gave him a clean punch. Downed Pat Mannan.

"Hiss..." Jack gasped for the Federal Marshal's breath. This punch was more or less personal.

Seeing Keeson Vaughan fumble for the car keys in the opponent's pocket, and then want to touch his waist, Jack couldn't sit still.

Although Pat Mannan is a bit stupid, he is not a bad person and he is still doing his job. If Kitson even takes away his pistol, it will really trick him into retiring early.

Fortunately, Kitson hesitated for a moment, but in the end he did not make a move. He stood up and ran quickly towards the blue Mercury driven by Pat Mannan to conceal his identity.

Watching the Mercury drive away from the parking lot, Jack started the Firebird and followed slowly.

It has to be said that although this world does not have the well-known "Knight Rider" TV series in Jack's previous life, the Firebird's appearance is still a bit ostentatious, and it is not suitable for tracking.

Less than ten minutes after the two cars left the Southeast District Police Station, Jack was spotted. Of course, his tracking was quite perfunctory, almost blatantly telling the other party that you were being targeted.

Mercury slowly stopped by the side of the road, and Jack stopped less than 10 meters away from it.

Kissen got out of the car, walked to the door where Jack had lowered the glass, and looked at him without saying a word.

Jack smiled and took out a "Churchill" cigar from his pocket and handed it to him, jokingly said, "You won't punch everyone in the face who hands you a cigarette, will you?"

Kisson took the cigar, still with a straight face, "Have you been staring at me?"

"Neither Bruce nor you are willing to speak, are you? What did you talk to Bruce about? You promised him that he would kill the murderer who killed his daughter?"

Jack asked a series of questions.

"Then will you stop me?" Kisson did not answer directly.

"If you hurt the innocent, or go too far." Jack is also not shy.

"For example, if you had taken that gun just now, I wouldn't have been able to sit quietly in the car."

"So all of this is designed by you, right? Why are you so confident that you can control everything? With that big gun under your arm?" Kissen glanced at Jack's spare gun pretending to be contemptuous.

Jack showed a harmless business smile, as if standing in front of him at this time was not a ruthless gang killer who needed psychotropic drugs to curb his violent impulses.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

Seeing the smiling face of the other party, Kissen felt a chill in his heart for no reason, just like a hyena foraging for food on the African grasslands and suddenly found himself facing a hungry lion.

"Have you killed many people?" Kisson was a little confused. The young FBI in front of him looked to be in his early 20s. Why was he more murderous than himself?

"Is it okay?" Jack was a little unsure, squinting his eyes and recalled, those terrorists who were sent to the sky by the broad sword on Jolo Island should not be counted as their own heads, right?

"I don't remember clearly. I killed a lot of people who were not human." The main thing is that those who were killed with Barrett when luring the enemy were not easy to count. The crowd gathered too densely, and the beatings were a bit broken.

As for the ogres he killed in New Mexico, it's really hard to tell whether they can still be considered humans, but apart from these, his record is not very impressive, at least not comparable to that of a guy named Jimmy next door.

Kisson was a little confused by his answer and couldn't tell whether he was joking or telling the truth.

"Are you sure you still want to waste time with me here?" Jack took out his phone and pointed to the time on it.

Seeing that he turned around and left without any nonsense, Jack exhorted loudly from behind, "Don't go too far, your daughter still needs your care."

Kisson paused for a moment, raised his right hand and waved, got in the car and started, merging into the evening rush hour traffic.

Half an hour later, seeing the blue Mercury car parked in front of a house at the back door, Jack took out his cell phone and called Hotchner.

"Jackson Street, yes, I guess I'll need it later."

However, before he finished speaking, a gunshot broke the surrounding silence.

"Fack!" Jack opened the car door, switched the phone to his left hand, and pulled out the Glock on his waist.

"Call 911, I heard gunshots."

At the same time, he thought to himself, Ji Sen didn't have a gun in his hand, could it be that he rushed in and was killed by someone?This gangster killer who has washed his hands for ten years will not capsize in the gutter, right?

Before he could reach him, Kisson came out of the house carrying a Winchester M1887 lever-action shotgun.

When he saw Jack, he thrust the gun directly into his waist, "I asked about my daughter's whereabouts."

"Ah, and then?" Jack was slightly stunned. Seeing that he looked like the governor in "Terminator", he was very worried about the life or death of the little gangster whose name he didn't know.

"I just broke his leg and he and another guy named Ryan Phillips hid her in a school two blocks away, Meford High, are you coming?"

Seeing Jack put away his pistol, Kitson got into the car and drove directly to his daughter's high school.

Since he wasn't killed on the spot, Jack didn't bother to go in and take a look. He turned around and walked back to his Firebird. Anyway, someone helped call the police.

"Yes. Ryan Phillips is hiding in the high school where the girl attends. I'm on my way there, please hurry up."

After Jack finished speaking, he hung up the phone and drove towards the destination at full speed.