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"Jack, are you going with Dad to deal with the bad guys?" Grace looked up at Jack with her innocent little face.

Jack pinched her chubby cheeks, which felt great. Now he understood Danny a little bit. Protecting one's own cubs is an instinct deeply embedded in the genes of every normal human being, especially the template of the series of tricking you into giving birth to a daughter like the one in front of him, which is so cute that it's unfair.

"Yes, I'll play with you when I come back, okay?" Jack and Grace hooked their fingers, smiled and nodded at Rachel, and quickly returned to their room.

He really didn't bring any equipment on this vacation. Apart from a spare magazine, he didn't even bring extra bullets. However, he did prepare a lot of things like toilet water, cooling oil, and DEET.

Jack stuffed the Type 83 kettle and two bottles of purified water that had not been used for a long time into a backpack, went downstairs and waited at the hotel entrance for less than three minutes, then saw Danny's Camaro rushing in.

"Where are your other colleagues?" Jack sat in the passenger seat and fastened his seat belt.

"Cheng Hao and Kono have gone to meet up with HPD. The two missing police officers are their men." Danny stepped on the accelerator and drove anxiously towards the highway.

"You, the FBI, hid the witness in a safe house in Kahuku, in a very remote location."

"Yes, an abandoned sugarcane farm." While the two were talking, Jack's cell phone kept ringing. Alice, who was already in New York, was sending him the sorted information one by one.

"The defendant is Allen Brenner, an important member of the Baha drug cartel who is in charge of the entire sales network. Julie Master is the only witness at the moment. According to the prosecutor, this is their only chance to send her to prison first."

Jack quickly flipped through the information and briefly explained the situation to Danny.

"I don't quite understand what you FBI are thinking. Kahuku is deep in the jungle, right next to the tropical jungle. There's not even a cell phone signal there. Wouldn't it be better to let the witness stay in a hotel?"

Danny complained with a headache.

"The agent responsible for protecting him has a satellite phone, but it is currently out of contact. According to the local office, in view of the experiences of the previous witnesses, they had to activate this safe house far away from the crowd."

Jack showed Danny several bloody photos on his phone. "These are the witnesses who wanted to accuse the Baha drug cartel. They were not afraid of assassinations in broad daylight, and they didn't care about the collateral damage."

"Then how is this Julie Master connected to the drug cartel?"

After entering the highway, Danny kept overtaking until he slowed down slightly at an exit, opened the car window, and gestured to the outside. A dark blue Ford F150 with flashing police lights and two HPD police cars followed.

Jack looked out the window. It was Kono who was driving, and Cheng Hao, who was sitting in the passenger seat, waved at them.

"She used to be an accountant for an import-export trading company in Honolulu, and that company was actually part of the drug sales network woven by Alan Brenner.

The information said that one night a dock worker was loading a container ship and accidentally discovered some "special cargo" hidden inside.

"Poison?" Danny was not surprised at all, as he had heard too many similar stories.

"Well, cocaine. Alan Brenner, who was at the scene, killed the dock worker himself. He was accidentally seen by Julie Master. He tried to silence her, but the girl ran away."

At this point, Jack sighed, "A very smart and brave girl. She fled to New York alone before being found by the FBI."

"It's beautiful too." Danny turned his head to glance at the enlarged photo on Jack's phone.

"Hopefully they are OK, otherwise things will be difficult, and if the girl doesn't make it to the Honolulu courthouse by 5 p.m. today, the judge will have to grant bail to Alan Brenner."

Jack was in a bad mood. It was originally just a simple escort mission to send the girl back to New York after the trial, but now it became a rescue and limited-time escort, and on Oahu, a small tropical island where he was unfamiliar with the place.

Soon the convoy got off the highway and drove on a road that meandered along the coastline, and finally turned onto a small road. The asphalt road disappeared, replaced by a bumpy gravel road.

The Hawaiian Islands are a famous volcanic activity area in the Pacific Ocean. All the islands here, including Oahu, were formed by volcanic eruptions in the Pacific crust fault zone.

Therefore, even the most populous island of Oahu has an extremely rugged terrain. The small island with a total area of ​​less than 1600 square kilometers has two long mountain ranges, and the highest peak, Mount Kahala, has an altitude of 1228 meters.

Kahuku is located at the northernmost tip of Oahu, while Honolulu is at the southernmost tip, with a straight-line distance of only 40 kilometers between the two.

But after driving along the coastal road for nearly an hour and another half an hour of bumpy ride, they finally saw a somewhat dilapidated farm.

There should have been some wire fences or something like that around the farm, but because of the lush plants climbing up, its original appearance is no longer visible.

However, it can be seen that someone has been maintaining this place. In addition to a wooden house that is a bit like a stilt house, there are some fruit trees planted sparsely in the open space in front of the house, and the weeds are also kept clean.

"Stop!" Danny stopped the car as soon as he entered the farm, feeling that the situation was not good.

I saw an unmarked car and an HPD police car parked one after the other in the open space in front of the house, and a person could be vaguely seen lying in front of the front of the cars.

Jack got out of the car and drew his pistol. He said to Danny, "Have the HPD officers take cover and guard the intersection. We'll go over and take a look."

The F150 stopped behind them. Seeing that the two men were already holding guns, Cheng Hao took a lever-action shotgun from the back seat and followed them, "I'll cover you!"

Jack bent down, trying to avoid the shooting line from the cabin, and trotted towards the fallen person.

"Who is this?" Cheng Hao squatted beside the car, pointing the shotgun at the wooden house, while Danny and Kono squatted at the rear of the car.

The man who fell to the ground was a white man in his fifties or sixties, wearing a white shirt and a very old-fashioned sling-style holster, with a Glock 17 dropped next to him.

"He should be one of ours, but he's not anymore. He's still alive?!"

The old FBI was shot once in the chest and once in the abdomen. The blood had already soaked the grass beneath him. There was no sign of movement in his chest. There were even unknown bugs flying around him, attracted by the smell of blood.

But when Jack reached out and touched his carotid artery, he actually felt a very weak pulse.