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Seeing Jack giving him a thumbs up, Kono shook his long hair and smiled proudly.

"Although there are still many things I can teach you, you should be considered a master in how to beat people up." Cheng Hao shook his head slightly and sighed, signaling the police officer following behind them to handcuff the last female killer.

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This was the first time Jack had to stand and sit through a trial. When Julie appeared in the witness stand, Alan Brenner's face in the dock turned visibly pale.

This guy's desperate gamble obviously completely annoyed the entire judicial system, and the judge rejected the defense lawyer's request for bail in less than half an hour.

Looking at this guy's weak legs and inability to walk as he was taken away from the court, it was obvious that he was well aware of the fate that awaited him.

Hawaii does not have the death penalty, but only for the murder committed by Aaron Brenner several years ago. Now that three of the four Baja drug cartel killers are still alive, federal prosecutors are likely to file charges.

In this integrated world, the United States is still quite strong in enforcing the death penalty at the federal level, but the judicial process remains as lengthy and inefficient as ever.

In Jack's opinion, this is actually a good thing. After all, the chaos in this society cannot be deterred by the death penalty alone. Letting criminals face the death penalty in extreme despair is also a good torture, at least for the kind of people in front of him.

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"It's nothing serious, just a minor injury. I've booked a flight back to New York in three days. See you then. Good night, darling."

Jack hung up the video call with Jiejie, went into the bathroom and checked the bandage around his waist.

After the trial, at the insistence of everyone, he went to the hospital. After a checkup, the doctor confirmed that there was no serious problem. He cleaned the wound again, bandaged it, and prescribed some anti-inflammatory drugs.

They also took Julie with them to visit old agent Frick Moore, who had just finished surgery.

The doctor who performed the operation on him was the same doctor who had arrived with the helicopter. When he saw Jack, he was very curious and asked him again if he was a military doctor.

According to the doctor, Jack's emergency use of coconut juice infusion bought him precious time for rescue.

The old agent is now recovering quite well. As long as he can safely get through the next 48 hours of high-risk infection period, there shouldn't be any major problems.

Outside the ICU, they met the director of the local FBI office, a bald fat man who was about the same age as the old agent. If Danny hadn't reminded him that Jack was injured, he would have been so excited that he wanted to give him a bear hug on the spot.

The reason for this attack ultimately lies in the complacency of several parties. After all, Hawaii's population cannot provide a large drug market, and apart from some small gangs, there are no major drug trafficking organizations.

Besides, the military is the biggest one here.

The name that the DEA gave to the Baja drug cartel is already too high. Its main forces are located in Central America. It neither produces nor sells drugs, but makes a little "small money" by acting as a middleman for other drug cartels.

Hawaii is one of the ports used by the Baha drug cartel to transfer drugs, but they are not even the local bosses here, as can be seen from the equipment of several gunmen.

Among the four gunmen, the one in charge of the response was holding an old model Scorpion submachine gun. The most expensive pistol used by the other gunmen was the Beretta 21A "Lynx" that the assistant lawyer hid on the inside of his thigh.

This pocket gun uses .22LR caliber bullets and is only the size of a palm even with a silencer installed. The official price is over $500.

To sum up, no one expected that the killers hired by the Baha drug cartel would not only act arrogantly in Central America, but also act unscrupulously even in Hawaii, killing nearly three people, all of whom were law enforcement officers.

The Marshals Service was short-handed, the DEA was short-handed, and even the FBI only sent an old agent who was about to retire. It can only be said that in Hawaii, a holiday paradise in everyone's mind, all parties have lost their due vigilance.

After receiving some gratitude, Jack took Julie back to the Hilton Hotel and arranged her room next to his.

Jack's original protection mission has been cancelled, and the Marshals will arrive tomorrow. Julie has been officially incorporated into WPP, and not just her, but also her mother and sister.

This matter was also thanks to a nosy FBI agent. Under his guidance, a female prosecutor who was also frightened was filled with indignation. She made several phone calls in a row and arranged everything clearly.

Just as someone was standing in front of the bathroom makeup mirror, debating whether or not to use healing magic to heal the two holes, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Jack opened the door and saw Julie appearing at the door, holding up her bandaged arm. "I accidentally got this wet when I was taking a shower just now, and suddenly I thought that you were also injured, and whether it would be inconvenient for you to take a shower."

"So what?" Jack let her into the room with a helpless smile. He was glad that he had not had time to use healing magic, otherwise it would have been difficult to explain.

"So. Let me help you." Julie's voice became lower and lower, but her hand had already reached out to his vitals dishonestly.

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How should you sit when your waist is injured? Of course, you should find a flexible chair to sit on, so Jack had to sit on a sofa chair by the window for the whole night.

As expected of a girl who claims to love surfing and mountain climbing, her physical fitness is extremely strong. Or maybe it’s because she was chased all the way during the day and accumulated too much stress in fear.

In short, when the two fell into a deep sleep, the originally sturdy sofa chair was almost shaken apart.

Perhaps because of their injuries, the two of them slept until the next afternoon and almost missed Julie's flight.

The members of "Five-O" were waiting in the hotel lobby early with two federal marshals who came from New York, and they all had strange expressions when they saw the two men appear.

After sending Julie away, Kono, who was walking at the end, looked suspicious and asked, "Are you really injured?"

"Injured people need more rest. Is there anything wrong with that?" Jack said as if it was a matter of course.

Of course, the injured people not only need more rest, but also need good nourishment. Jack was a little dissatisfied with the strange taste of Chinese food in Honolulu Chinatown, so he went directly to Chinatown to find the Cantonese immigrants and bought two old hens.

Then he went straight to a Chinese restaurant in Chinatown and found Zhang Franklin, borrowed their kitchen and pressure cooker, and made himself a delicious pot of chicken soup.

After he paid a few dozen dollars in tips, the two young kitchen helpers happily helped Jack deliver a large pot of steaming chicken soup to the "Five-O" office.