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

Chapter 287 Zoe, the rising star in politics

"What happened?" Jack didn't know what happened before.

Hotchner briefly talked about their previous experience. The serial killer named Chester Hardwick was about to be executed, and decided to take advantage of the prison riot to trick two FBIs into killing him.

In this way, according to this country's lengthy judicial and investigative procedures, he may live for several more years in this way.

According to the execution process of the death penalty, since the court's notice was issued, he has been quarantined for 24 hours, and this quarantine will continue until he is sent to the execution room.

Although the prison was leaky like a sieve, it didn't completely cut him off from other prisoners, such as getting information about the riot from Gunnar Kad.

But that was all. The solitary isolation policy made him lose the opportunity to attack other prisoners.

"So, you killed him?" Jack glanced at the motionless condemned prisoner on the ground.

"No, I just strangled him, not even as badly as Dr. Rhett did to him."

Maybe it was a big deal, which made Hochner's tense nerves rarely relaxed. He shrugged and pointed to Rhett with a smile.

"When I almost lost control of him, Red let out a squeal like a little girl and kicked him between the legs."

"That's not screaming like a girl. Bruce Lee (Bruce Lee) would make such a cry every time before making a move, to intimidate the enemy!" Reed tried to argue for himself.

"Forgive him, Dr. Reed, Hochner obviously doesn't know how to watch kung fu movies, his childhood idol should be Washington who can only kill vampires with an axe."

Jack suppressed a smile, and talked nonsense to appease Reid, and finally led him to this step. At this time, he couldn't dampen his interest in learning fighting.

"You should be talking about "Lincoln the Vampire Slayer". I have seen this movie, and the vampire in it is a pretty good political metaphor."

"Uh, why do I have the illusion that Washington should be the one with the ax?"

The three walked out of the prison building talking and laughing, and Rossi led Jiejie and Emily to welcome them outside early.

"Wow Hotchner, you should try this wild style more often, I swear Harley is going to love you to death."

Emily stretched out her hand to straighten Hotchner's messy shirt, and boldly teased her boss.

Jiejie comforted Reid who was still in shock, rubbed his messy curly hair, and smiled sweetly at Jack again.

"Jack, here are your guns and equipment." Two SWAT members carried the injured Carmelita out on a stretcher. Behind them were Hondo and deputy captain Deacon, holding Jack's rifle and the replaced one respectively. That seal gear.

"Hodge, I think it's time to rush the weapons we applied for." Rossi took the HK417 and weighed it in his hand.

"Just do it when we get back." Hotchner nodded solemnly. Last time Jack complained about the lack of a special sniper rifle, and he and Rossi jointly signed an application report.

Of course, what they applied for could not be just a sniper rifle, but they directly asked for a gun room, and planned to add an additional equipment cabinet to the "Gulfstream" business jet.

From now on, when BAU members go to various places to perform tasks, they no longer need to borrow equipment from the local office or police station.

"Thank you Jack, you know, such a tacit cooperation is rare between us and the FBI."

Hondo took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with everyone in the BAU. As a SWAT team affiliated with the LAPD, they were often overtaken by the FBI's SWAT team.

Although it is hard to say that there is not much grievance, but as an elite unit, it is always arranged to be beaten by others, so it is conceivable how much unhappiness has accumulated in my heart.

This time Jack was one of his own who left the LAPD. Although he had a lot of limelight, the operation was still dominated by their two teams and was a great success.

It can be said that LAPD has earned both face and pride. Both Hondo and his female boss, Jessica Cortez, are all happy.

However, everyone's good mood did not last long, as an unpleasant guy appeared.

"You are really helpful, this police officer." Prison contractor Ash Jones led several reporters and walked quickly to Hong Duo.

This guy seems to have regained his energy, and his whole body is full of vigor.

"Actually, I am the superintendent." Hong Duo directly ignored his outstretched right hand.

"Ah, my fault, Superintendent." Ash Jones looked awkwardly at the cameras of the reporters beside him, and tried to put on a sincere and enthusiastic gesture.

"Thanks to the efforts of you and your men, justice has been served, thank you."

Hondo was furious, raised his head mercilessly, and pointed his nostrils at him.

"What are you thanking us for? Thanking us for saving your sweatshop? For helping you crush those prisoners so you can keep packing four or even six in one cell?"

Ash Jones turned pale at the sarcasm. "I don't know what you're accusing, superintendent."

The originally listless reporters behind him regained their energy in an instant. Originally, they were just pulled to report a boring prison riot. Now they heard Hong Duo's words, black scenes, sweatshops, and the human rights of prisoners. popped into their heads.

Ash Jones looked uneasily at the reporters who were starting to get restless behind him, and uttered threats.

"You'd better be careful what you say. There is still a crime of defamation in this country. Before you make these allegations, you'd better think carefully, unless you want to deal with my lawyer."

Hon Duo was furious, and regardless of the intention of his female boss Jessica Cortez tugging on his sleeve to stand up for him, he took a step forward and confronted Ash Jones head-on.

"You can just let it go, I'll wait for your lawyer's letter at any time, and I'll tell you what I will do."

"I'm going to go to the Bureau of Prisons, I'm going to go to the city council and show everyone the evidence, the death of the warden, the harm done to the nuns, it's all because of you, because of your greed that caused this, and I want you to pay for it. There’s a price to pay.”

There was a sound of crisp footsteps, and a few beautiful figures appeared behind everyone on high heels.

"Congressman Ann Anderson!" The media reporters who were watching the show whispered to each other, recognizing this rising star in California politics.

"You don't need to be so troublesome at all, you can directly provide me with the relevant evidence."

Zoe stood tall and graceful in front of everyone with a beautiful smile. With her smooth and fair skin and well-proportioned figure, it was completely impossible to tell that she was a royal sister who was already in her thirties and in her late teens.

"Harrison (Hondo's surname), long time no see."