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

"Of course, ah. No, I mean, I'm here to assist."

The young black agent wore a thin jacket with the word DEA printed on it, and the DEA's golden police badge hung on his chest. His honest face still showed confusion and shock, as if he still didn't understand what happened just now.

"Then come with us, we need intelligence support from the DEA." Jubal smiled.

Just as he was taking everyone back to the large temporary office prepared for the FBI in the prison, Sheriff Roland and his cell phone rang almost at the same time.

The helicopter was found and crashed in a forest less than 15 miles southeast of the prison.

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"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Greg Gelson, from the DEA Philadelphia office." The young black agent, who had been secretly eyeing Jack since he got in the car, finally couldn't help himself and took the initiative to break the silence.

The other members of the wanted criminal team had been sent out before, and Jack originally planned to go to the accident scene alone, leaving Jubal and Alice behind.

But as the saying goes, don't hit the smiling face. Since the DEA agent volunteered to follow him to the scene, he couldn't refuse it.

Although Jack had previously guessed that the DEA was not clean in this matter, there was no real evidence at first. It was simply due to his "prejudice" against the CIA and the DEA.

Secondly, this Agent Gelson is obviously not very qualified. At first glance, he looks like the kind of person who would be used as cannon fodder by others, just like Jane Banner who was originally selected by CAI to serve as a liaison officer in Mexico.

There is no need for him to embarrass such a person, he just needs to be more careful when he looks back. Thinking of this, Jack smiled and nodded in response, "Jack Tavole, deputy leader of the wanted criminal team, nice to meet you."

Agent Gelson, who was a little worried because Jack had been sullen and silent after getting in the car, suddenly became enthusiastic after hearing this.

"God knows, I just received a call from my superiors three hours ago, and I drove over quickly. They said that the FBI was responsible for this case, and the DEA was only providing assistance."

Jack continued to smile back and found a high-sounding reason, "In fact, we welcome the DEA's assistance. Sorry, I was just distracted.

I feel very bad when I think about how many innocent people would be killed by a cruel drug lord like Maldonado if he were to be freed. "

Agent Gelson was slightly startled. Given his level, he did not know much about Jack's "illustrious military exploits" during his several missions to Mexico, but as a field agent from the DEA Philadelphia office, he still heard some of them. The sound of the wind.

Not to mention the shooting in Charlotte that shocked the United States not long ago, and even the President personally intervened. This team affiliated with the FBI's New York office has just been re-established and has already gained considerable fame within the federal law enforcement system. .

It's just that the young DEA agent never expected that as the deputy leader of this extraordinary team, Jack would show such a compassionate attitude, which made him unable to distinguish between true and false for a while, and he could only keep saying Nodding in agreement.

"That's right. Even among drug lords who are famous for their brutality, Elpincho is a special being."

Hearing Agent Gelson's insincere agreement, Jack was slightly startled, "Elpincho?"

"Yes, Maldonado's nickname. In the process of his rise to power, he once nailed a man to the wall with a broken shovel. The man wailed for a whole night before dying. It took several days afterwards. God, people dared to collect the bodies of the dead.”

Pincho means shovel. When Agent Gelson said these words, he swallowed subconsciously.

"No, I heard that he once tortured and killed one of your DEA undercover agents in Monterey, so to us, he is just Esteban Martin Maldonado, and we should not mention this nickname. Come to God."

Jack corrected Agent Gelson's statement righteously. Before he could continue to explain, he turned the steering wheel slightly and the car stopped next to a woodland, "We are here."

It is still the kind of secondary forest composed of deciduous trees common in the North American continent. The humus layer formed by the accumulation of fallen leaves over the years exudes an unpleasant smell under the summer sun, and is mixed with an even more unpleasant burnt smell. Pasty taste.

"The pilot's skills are good." Jack whistled slightly mockingly. What appeared in front of the two of them was a small forest glade. It was very small, an irregular circle with a diameter of less than ten meters. It might be a rotten wood. Formed after falling trees.

The crashed helicopter landed on a slightly raised mound in this open space. The tail was almost completely broken off, but the cabin was intact. A plume of green smoke slowly rose into the sky from the burned cab. It was that plume of smoke. Source of unpleasant burnt smell.

Several state troopers were pointing at a charred corpse in the cab. Two pickup trucks seemed to have just arrived, and several K9 police officers were getting out of the car with their barking teams.

"Ugh!" Agent Gelson vomited while holding on to the tree trunk almost as soon as he saw the charred corpse. Jack acted as if he hadn't seen it and walked straight to the wreckage of the helicopter to observe it carefully.

"Have you found any other corpses?" After looking at the corpses, Jack flashed his ID to a state trooper. On such a hot day, he didn't bother to wear a jacket with FBI letters printed on it after leaving the air conditioner.

The state policeman shook his head and said, "No, sir, we have searched the entire area of ​​100 meters nearby."

Then he pointed at the newly arrived paw teams, "So we called in the K9, hoping they could find some tracks or something."

Jack nodded in thanks and turned towards Agent Gelson who had just finished delivering nutrients to the forest.

"Simic and Maldonado ran away. The pilot had a broken leg and was shot in the head. Were they treated as a liability and killed directly, or were they trapped in the burning cabin and given last mercy? Forensic medicine is needed. It’s up to you to judge.”

"Didn't they burn the corpse intentionally?" Agent Gelson did not dare to look at the charred corpse anymore and forced himself to turn his head.

"It stands to reason that they should be more worried about exposure due to smoke during the fire. I guess this was just an accident. It was obvious that not only the aircraft engine but also the fuel tank was shot. The helicopter also basically leaked all fuel when it made an emergency landing.

Shortly after landing, the circuit ignited the remaining aviation gasoline. However, due to frequent rains nearby in the past few days, it did not cause a forest fire. This time lady luck was on our side again. "

Jack said this, but secretly sighed in his heart. God knows how many innocent lives will be lost on the escape of these two murderers.