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After doing all this, Jack found a sofa to nest in, and took his mobile phone to send a message to Jane Banner.

The "Scarlet Witch" girl is as awesome as ever. She just led a group of bailiffs to destroy a small local gang in Philadelphia and captured the gang leader. This guy who can't stand the slightest pain has already confessed everything he knows.

The local distribution points of the Zapotec drug cartel often change. As the saying goes, one shot will change the place. However, according to the confession of the leader, the other party has just received a large number of new goods recently. In this batch of drugs The location of the current distribution point should not change until the window is cleared.

Jack quickly typed a long string of words on the keyboard, reminding Jane to be careful and keep an eye on this distribution point, while sending the vehicle characteristics of the blue Honda Fit.

In the early morning, a large pot of black coffee was brewed in the command vehicle. Jack sat in the office early. The prison kitchen sent delicious waffles and hot milk for breakfast.

After everyone got up sleepily and washed up, they took turns walking to Jack's desk with cups, pouring themselves a cup of bitter black coffee, grabbing two muffins, and turning a blind eye to the hot milk on the side.

No one was surprised that Jack was still energetic despite having slept less than them. As time went by, everyone learned to turn a blind eye to some of this guy's special performances.

Not to mention Hannah and Jiejie, both of them were no match for this guy. Every time they were stolen from their home by bad guys and brutally murdered together, they would sleep until midnight from exhaustion, only to find out that this guy had already woken up when they got up. Been busy in the kitchen for a long time.

"OK, guys, let's talk about today's task assignment." Jubal finished breakfast in three mouths, clapped his eyes with bloodshot eyes, and habitually picked up a pencil to prepare to tell everyone about today's arrangements.

"Hi, friends, I think I may have discovered something." Young DEA agent Greg Gelson pushed open the door of the large office and walked in excitedly.

"Did your DEA find out the identity of the fake priest who gave Maldonado Holy Communion?" Hannah asked curiously.

"Oh, no, I've never heard of him. This guy may be a professional hired by the Zapotec Group, just to enter the prison to deliver news to Maldonado.

I doubt if there has been any contact between the two parties before. ” Agent Gelson’s tone seemed a bit understated.

"I have been thinking about it. Maldonado can only rely on himself now, so what will he do and where will he go." As he said this, he took out a piece of information and handed it to Jubal with a slight look of pride.

"Then I found out Emiliana had a brother."

Jubal handed the information to Alice, who was sitting in front of the computer, and soon a photo of a boy with acne on his face, who could be easily seen as a poisonous insect, appeared on the screen.

Aubrey took two more waffles, half a piece in each mouth, and read out the resume of this person in a vague manner, "Gabriel Ferrea, theft, drug possession, disorderly conduct in public places, He was arrested twice for sexual assault. He is really a 'model citizen'."

Then he spoke for everyone about their doubts, "Why do you think Maldonado would go to his brother-in-law?"

"He is desperate, isn't he?" Agent Gelson said matter-of-factly, "He killed Simic who was traveling with him. Now he is alone. He must find someone familiar to take refuge with him. Gabriel Ferrea is the best choice. Good choice."

Before Jack and Jubal could speak, Alice, who was sitting in front of the computer, frowned, "But this guy doesn't even have a registered address. Judging from his previous arrest records, I'm not even sure if he is on the East Coast now." ”

"He is in Newark." Agent Gelson said firmly, "I have contacted my colleagues there. Although I cannot confirm his specific location yet, if we set out now, we should be there by the time we arrive. Result."

"OK, let's pack up and set off." Jubal and Jack exchanged looks, with a smile in their eyes.

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An hour later, the command vehicle of the wanted criminal group drove all the way to the southeast and came to Harrisburg again. It picked up Sheriff Roland, who had worked hard here last night, and prepared to continue eastward.

"Shouldn't we take Highway 78 to Newark? Why did we take the Lincoln Highway?"

Agent Gelson looked at the navigation with a suspicious expression. The two highways he mentioned ran parallel to each other, one north and one south. Although they were both heading east, Highway 78 could go directly to Newark, while the Lincoln Highway went to Philadelphia.

Jack, who was driving, looked half-smiling, which made the other person feel a little uneasy.

"Because our friends from the Marshals Service have made some new discoveries. They discovered a lair belonging to the Zapotec drug cartel in the suburbs of Philadelphia County, and we plan to go and have a look."

Agent Gelson was stunned for a moment, but quickly responded and spoke sincerely.

"Listen, Agent Tavole, Maldonado is the top of the top. He may know the entire drug distribution network, but there is absolutely no way he knows these drug distribution points that frequently change locations, let alone a single person. Came to the door."

"You're right." Jack still had that half-smiling expression, "But according to the intelligence from the Marshal's Bureau detectives, a new batch of goods just arrived at this drug distribution point.

Maybe we can follow the clues and find their secret drug processing factory in Pennsylvania? There’s no way Maldonado doesn’t know the location of the processing plant, right? Once there, he could reverse the smuggling route back to Mexico. "

Jubal also helped, "Yes, isn't this why your DEA sent Maldonado from Florida to Pennsylvania? You wanted to dig out from him the drug trafficking network of the Zapotec drug cartel here."

"But. But if we go to Philadelphia, it will be equivalent to giving up brother-in-law Maldonado's line." Agent Gelson was still trying to make a final struggle.

Jack laughed and shook his head, "How is that possible? This is the phone number of Director Rena Trenholm of the FBI Newark Field Office. She has sufficient manpower there. You can share the intelligence you have with her directly. Don't worry. She'll take care of everything."

Seeing Agent Gelson walking back to the trunk in a daze while holding his cell phone, Jack and Jubal exchanged a look, and it was now basically confirmed that there was something wrong with this guy.

But what they don't know is whether this guy is a scapegoat executor who was pushed to the stage by a hidden black hand within the DEA, or whether he is just a bribed traitor.

As the saying goes, when it comes to catching a thief, you have to catch a thief, and to kill a person, you have to pierce the heart. When it comes to things like moles in other departments, especially the former situation, if there is no substantive evidence, it can easily turn into a quarrel with each other afterwards. .

Although Jack is now well-known among the upper echelons of the DEA, the other party may look at his strong performance in the past and expose the matter lightly, but this would be a bad job.

If there is a traitor in the DEA, it is natural that they should come out and wipe it clean. How can the FBI suffer a loss for nothing, and even Jack himself needs to be favored.

When the convoy was less than 30 kilometers away from Philadelphia, Jack's cell phone rang rapidly, and he turned on the speaker directly, "Jane, have you discovered anything new?"

There was a fierce exchange of fire from the phone, accompanied by Jane's intermittent voice, "We found the blue Honda Fit you were talking about!"