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

While they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at the scene. At this time, the last fire truck had just evacuated, leaving behind a mess. There was also a police car full of bullet holes parked not far away.

Jack walked from the boiler room where the explosion smoke was still burning to Area D, and then walked along the barbed wire fence to the location where the helicopter landed in the ventilation area, silently estimating the distance in his mind.

The opponent's plan was bold and sophisticated. There was only 5 minutes between the explosion and the arrival of the helicopter, which was almost as fast as the evacuation of the prison.

It would be impossible for him to make a better plan. There is no commanding height around the prison, and it is impossible to arrange sniper cover. The helicopter will be shot by prison guards when leaving, which is an inevitable risk.

It can only be said that Maldonado was very unlucky. There happened to be a patrolling state police car passing by on the road near the prison when the explosion occurred. Fortunately, the two state police officers in the car were carrying automatic rifles.

Jack estimated that the shot on the helicopter engine was shot by the state trooper who drove into the prison after the incident. In the surveillance video, although they were beaten at first and did not dare to show their heads, they emptied the magazine and ran towards the helicopter after Simic. At that time, he bravely fought back.

The two state police officers were less than 200 meters away from the helicopter, and the guards on other watchtowers were more than meters away from the helicopter. It can be judged from the surveillance images and sounds.

At that time, except for the two state troopers who calmly fired back in short bursts, the other gunfire, including the indiscriminate shooting when Simic covered Maldonado, was the type where the trigger was squeezed until the magazine was empty.

In other words, if it weren't for the unexpected state police car, Maldonado would probably be on his way out of the Commonwealth by now.

Now Jack only hopes that this accident is unexpected enough to completely disrupt the opponent's retreat plan.

"Sir, here." Chief Roland, the head of the state police tactical department, waved to Jack and Jubal not far away.

Standing next to him was an old black man wearing a cowboy hat and a silver five-pointed star police badge on his waist. Behind the old man were several tough and muscular young men with black and white complexions, all with straight faces and eyes. He looks unruly and rebellious, and he looks like he is a soldier.

Seeing Jack and Jubal come back, Sheriff Roland looked at both sides with a rather embarrassed expression and was about to speak. The old black man had already taken the initiative to extend his hand to the two of them.

"Agent Valentine? This is Samuels from the Federal Marshals Service. We will take over from now on."

"What are you taking over?" Jubal shook hands with him, pretending to be confused.

"Under federal law, criminals who escape from prison are ours."

Marshal Samuels lifted up his coat, revealing the Marshal Service badge on his waist. The Federal Marshal's badge is very special. The round shape looks like a shield. At first glance, it looks like the black and white mini version of Captain America's shield. Like a version.

The pattern on the badge is only one less circle than Captain America's shield. The outermost is a black circle with a silver circle inside, and a silver five-pointed star inlaid in the middle of the silver circle.

Although the attitude of the old black man is pretty good, the menacing men behind him have quite unkind eyes. They raise their heads and stare directly at people with their nostrils. They look like the world is big and labor is the biggest. Who do you think the FBI is? .

"But this is also a federal crime. Besides, you are already late. Our Agent Tavole, who is on vacation in Los Angeles, arrived an hour earlier than you."

Jubal had experienced this kind of thing a lot, so he taunted him with a smile and waited for the other party to make a move.

Marshal Samuels also had a sly expression. He nodded slightly and said, "I'll call the Ministry of Justice and see what it says."

The Marshals Service, like the FBI, is under the Ministry of Justice. Seeing that the FBI people were unwilling to hand over their command, the old black bailiff was also a smart man, so he directly chose to complain to the people above him.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, his figure suddenly stiffened. When he turned back again, the smile on his face suddenly became more sincere.

"Excuse me, are you the wanted team in the New York office? The one led by agents Jubal Valentine and Jack Tavole?"

Jubal looked at the suddenly enthusiastic Bailiff Samuels with some suspicion, then turned to look at Jack with a blank expression, and had some guesses in his mind.

As if to confirm his guess, Marshal Samuels suddenly stepped forward with an excited expression, tightly grasped Jack's subconsciously extended right hand with both hands, and shook it up and down enthusiastically.

"Thank you, thank you for everything you did in the city of Charlotte, and especially you, Agent Tavole, for saving the life of Thomas Weeks."

Jubal was almost stunned by the sudden 180-degree turn in the opponent's attitude. Then he realized that the old black bailiff was talking about the special bailiff team that Jack had led in Charlotte to assist the fugitives from ambushing them. Action team.

Jack's right hand was held tightly by Marshal Samuels, and he smiled very awkwardly. He almost forgot about that incident. At that time, they were rushing to catch the perverted Ronnie. The bailiff who was assisting the bailiff in Charlotte was just a man. It was a small incident. I made up a report afterwards and thought it was over.

If he hadn't heard it from the old black bailiff at this time, he wouldn't even know the name of the bailiff he saved at that time.

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"We are on standby in the office next door. If you need anything, please ask. In this case, our Marshals Service will fully cooperate."

After Marshal Samuels finished speaking, he waved his hand and left with his elite soldiers, leaving behind a confused Sheriff Roland and a young black detective.

"Bah, this old fox." Jubal chuckled and cursed. What about full cooperation? To put it bluntly, he was reluctant to give up on this case. In the name of cooperation, he still wanted to continue to participate in joint case handling.

"It's better than making trouble up there." Jack didn't care about this kind of thing at all. If he hadn't known that the escape helicopter shouldn't have gone very far, he would have wanted to advise Jubal to give up.

Anyway, his non-existent cracking system now has no shortage of gold coins. It makes no difference whether he solves one more case or one less.

Many skills in the system require daily continuous learning and exercise to achieve the best results, even if you use gold coins to upgrade to master. A person's energy is limited, so he can only select some of them to strengthen according to his personal interests for future equipment. For comparison purposes.

As for the extremely rudimentary three panel attributes, all of which were stuck at 29 points, and there was no option to use gold coins to break through. Jack estimated that it had either been strengthened to its peak, or that he needed to wait for some opportunity.

He strongly suspected that it was the latter. Based on the current strength of the world, he had barely touched the upper limit of top-level personal power. At least he was not sure of shooting the rockets flying towards him with one shot.

I guess the opportunity may come when some exaggerated movie plots are thrown into the mix one day, but Jack doesn't want that day to come. You know, the first part of "Red Flame Battlefield" by bald Frank Moses is pretty good. In the second part, there are miniature nuclear bombs.

"Are you also planning to come and take over the case?" Jubal watched the bailiffs leave, and his eyes fell on the somewhat embarrassed young black detective next to Chief Roland.