Chapter 87 LAPD on high alert

Chapter 87 LAPD on high alert

Tyler Kelly, who was next to Jack, quickly motioned to the cameraman behind him to focus the camera on him.

Although Jack's memory of this plot is very vague in his previous life, he is still quite impressed by Rosalind Dyer, who is somewhat similar to "Harry Potter" author J.K. Rowling.

He subconsciously glanced at Lucy next to Tim. It seemed that in this plot, Lucy was kidnapped by the admirers of this serial female killer and almost buried alive. He had to find a way to avoid such a bad thing from happening.

Now that Jack has verified it, the plot can not only be changed through his personal efforts, such as when he saved Zoe before; it may also be performed on its own, such as now that both Lucy and John have passed the rookie stage ahead of schedule.

Then it is the best choice to nip the danger in the bud as much as possible, because who knows whether things will develop in a worse direction.

Jack's brain began to work rapidly. In his memory, the admirer of Rosalind Dale seemed to only dare to attack women. In the play, he met Lucy who was still single in a bar in advance, but now Lucy and Tim were about to meet. Feet, Lucy is unlikely to go to the bar to drink with other men again.

So if he were Rosalind Dyer, who would he instruct the murderer to kill?

Looking around for a week, we can see the people present. Angela is pregnant and has been keeping to herself recently. Nila is still fighting a lawsuit over her daughter’s visitation rights. Zoe is a police superintendent. Moreover, the above three have a high level of force and have high IQs. , that weak chicken admirer would be beaten to the point where he could not even find his teeth if he faced them.

Jack felt a little nervous and decided not to guess anymore. This was not a game, he had to follow the rules.

"Hello, David, you are still so charming." Rosalind Dale, who was fixed in a wheelchair by a torture device, was pushed out of the prison car and looked up at the people directly in front of her.

"Hello Rosalind, long time no see."

David Rossi probably saw a lot of perverts, and he smiled and nodded as if he were greeting ordinary people.

Rosalind looked around and saw Lucy, Nila, Angela, Tim and John standing in a row on her left with expressionless faces, and they also showed a smile.

"Aren't you going to introduce these friends of yours?"

Superintendent Gray had a dark face and spoke very rudely: "It's all written on the badge, but you can't read it even if you have eyes?"

"This Superintendent Gray is a little unfriendly. He won't embarrass me later, will he?"

If you ignore this murderous history, Rosalind's smile is quite elegant, and even for some 40 or 50-year-old fans, she can be called a stunner.

"Why doesn't she look like a serial killer?"

Tyler Kelly nudged Jack with his elbow and asked softly with some curiosity.

"Do you want me to find a way to get you and her alone for a while?"

Seeing her shaking her head in horror, the corners of Jack's mouth curved upward in a vicious way.

At this time, Superintendent Gray waved to the people on the side, and three female police officers stepped forward and untied the torture devices on the wheelchair one by one.

Rosalind stood up with difficulty, and suddenly let out an "ah" sound and staggered. John on the side had quick eyesight and quick hands to help her.

"Thank you." Rosalind looked at John with a smile, her eyes moving. John was stunned for a moment, and then looked away expressionlessly, no longer looking at her.

"Bang!" Jack in the distance slapped himself on the forehead, shouting in his heart, and the fate of the serial female killer and the "good old man" John began.

Superintendent Gray announced that they would leave in 20 minutes, and everyone in the branch became busy.

Jack checked the vehicle and equipment, and because he knew he was going to climb a mountain, he also took out an Adidas sports backpack from the locker, stuffed several bottles of water into it, and threw it into the trunk of the car.

Entering the detention room, Nila was searching Rosalind. This woman was still the same pretentious person as before, and even made provocations.

"It has already been inspected in the prison, and the police station came again. Speaking of which, I really appreciate your professionalism."

"Once, I pulled out the teeth of a greedy anesthesiologist one by one, and chopped off his hands that touched me. It would have been easier to hit him with a hammer, but you have to be professional in order to attract the attention of others. Proud, what do you think, Officer Nolan?"

John's face was expressionless, "Ma'am, if you want to scare me with this story, I'm afraid you will be disappointed."

Jack scoffed, "She's not trying to intimidate you, she's flirting with you."

Rosalind's pupils shrank, and she turned to look at Jack who had just entered the room, her eyes lingering on his nameplate.

"Officer Tavole, right? He is a rare and charming handsome guy. The beautiful reporter who was standing with you just now is a perfect match for you."

Jack grinned, showing his iconic big white teeth: "Thank you, you must have been a pretty beauty when you were young."

He deliberately added a little emphasis when he said the word young.

A trace of sullenness flashed in Rosalind's eyes, and she ignored him, turning back to look at Sean Delmonte who was putting on a body armor on her side.

"Hey, Sean, do you want to find the anesthesiologist's body first?"

Sean Delmont looked indifferent: "The order is not important, as long as the remains of the victims are found."

"Oh, listen to this tone of 'servant of the people'."

Rosalind continued to look at John and said: "Sean is just a submissive middle-level bureaucrat. He tried his best to promote this matter in order to be able to take charge of the District Attorney next year."

"Raise your hands high." Nila interrupted her ramblings and put a hard body armor on her with the words LAPD on it.

"Are you ready?" The fully armed figure of SWAT team leader Hondo appeared at the door.

Seeing Jack, the black tough guy took the initiative to touch him with his fist, said hello, and once again mentioned inviting him to the SWAT team as a guest.

The two of them had not seen each other since the last time they fought against the [Southern Front] together. Jack had forgotten about this and quickly promised to visit him with homemade delicacies.

As one of California's most notorious serial killers, Rosalind's outings were grand enough that the LAPD not only dispatched SWAT armored vehicles to escort the prisoners, but also dispatched mounted police to clear the way.

Angela, as one of the branch's top combat forces, got into the SWAT armored vehicle with Rosalind. Jack arranged for Taylor Kelly and her cameraman to drive behind his car. Just as he was about to start, David Rossi quickly stepped in. He walked forward and opened the passenger door.

"Do you mind if I ride in your police car?" David Rossi maintained his elegant Italian accent.

"Of course not, it's my honor." Jack watched him fasten his seat belt and put it into gear to start.

Knowing that the future boss had something to say when he got on the bus, Jack took the initiative to stir up the topic. He also had some ideas that needed to be realized through the FBI boss.

"Were you the one responsible for capturing Rosalind Dale?"

David Rossi nodded: "This woman has a typical antisocial personality, and she has extremely high quotients. She is a very dangerous guy. It was a mistake for the District Attorney to reach an agreement with her."