Chapter 813 Prison Break (Part 3)
As they were talking, the three of them had already arrived at the scene. At this time, the last fire truck had just evacuated, leaving a mess. Not far away, there was a police car full of bullet holes.
Jack walked from the boiler room where the explosion had occurred to the D prison area, and then walked along the barbed wire fence to the landing position of the helicopter in the ventilation area, silently estimating the distance in his mind.
The opponent's plan was bold and precise. There was only a 5-minute interval from the explosion to the arrival of the helicopter, which was almost the same as the prison's evacuation speed.
Even if he were to make the plan, he couldn't do better. There was no commanding height around the prison, and it was impossible to arrange sniper cover. It was an inevitable risk that the helicopter would be shot by prison guards when it left.
It can only be said that Maldonado was unlucky. When the explosion occurred, a patrol state police car happened to pass by on the road near the prison. Fortunately, the two state police in the car were carrying automatic rifles.
Jack estimated that the bullet that hit the helicopter engine was fired by the state police who drove into the prison after the incident. Although they were afraid to show their heads at first in the surveillance video, they still bravely fought back when Simic emptied the magazine and ran towards the helicopter.
The two state police were less than 100 meters away from the helicopter at the time, and the guards on the other watchtowers were more than 200 meters away from the helicopter. From the surveillance images and sounds, it can be judged that
At that time, except for the two state police who calmly fired short bursts, the other gunshots, including the random shooting when Simic covered Maldonado, were all the kind of gunshots that were pulled until the magazine was empty.
In other words, if there was no unexpected state police car, Maldonado might have been on his way out of the federation at this time.
Now Jack only hopes that this accident is unexpected enough to completely disrupt the other party's retreat plan.
"Sir, here." The head of the state police tactical department, Sheriff Roland, waved to Jack and Jubal not far away.
Next to him stood a black old man wearing a cowboy hat and a silver five-pointed star police badge on his waist. Behind him followed several sturdy young men, some black and some white, all with stern faces and rebellious eyes, who were obviously military men.
Seeing Jack and Jubal coming back, Sheriff Roland looked around with a rather embarrassed expression and was about to speak, but the black old man had already extended his hand to the two of them.
"Agent Valentine? I'm Samuels from the Federal Marshals Service. We will take over here from now on."
"Take over what?" Jubal shook hands with him and pretended to be puzzled.
"According to federal law, escaped criminals are under our jurisdiction."
Marshal Samuels lifted his coat to reveal the Marshals Service badge on his waist. The Federal Marshals badge is very special. The round shape looks like a shield. At first glance, it looks like a mini black and white version of Captain America's shield.
The pattern on the badge is only one circle less than Captain America's shield. The outermost circle is a black circle with a silver circle inside, and a silver five-pointed star is inlaid in the middle of the silver circle.
Although the black old man's attitude is not bad, the aggressive subordinates behind him have a rather unfriendly look. They look up and glare at people with their noses, with a style that says "I am the boss and the FBI is nobody's business".
"But this is also a federal crime. Besides, you are late. Our agent Tavol, who is on vacation in Los Angeles, arrived an hour earlier than you."
Jubal has experienced this kind of thing a lot. He sneered with a fake smile and waited for the other party to make a move.
Marshal Samuels also had a fake smile on his face. He nodded slightly when he heard it, "I will call the Ministry of Justice and see what they say."
The Marshals Bureau, like the FBI, is under the Ministry of Justice. Seeing that the FBI people are unwilling to hand over the command, the black old marshal is also a smart person and directly chooses to complain to the people above.
Just as he was about to turn around and leave, his body suddenly froze. When he turned around again, the smile on his face suddenly became more sincere.
"Excuse me, are you the wanted criminal team of the New York office? The one led by Jubal Valentine and Agent Jack Tavoler?"
Jubal looked at the suddenly enthusiastic Marshal Samuels with some suspicion, and then turned to look at Jack with a blank expression, and had some guesses in his mind.
As if to confirm his guess, Marshal Samuels suddenly stepped forward with an excited expression, tightly grasped Jack's subconsciously extended right hand with both hands, and shook it up and down enthusiastically.
"Thank you, thank you for everything you have done in Charlotte, especially you, Agent Tavoler, thank you for saving Thomas Weeks' life."
Jubal was almost sprained by the sudden 180-degree turn in the other party's attitude, and then he realized that the old black marshal was talking about the marshal special operations team that Jack had led to Charlotte to assist the fugitive ambush.
Jack had his right hand tightly held by Marshal Samuels, and his smile was very awkward. He almost forgot about the incident. At that time, they were rushing to catch the perverted Ronnie, and assisting the marshals in Charlotte was just a small episode. Afterwards, they made a report and thought the matter was over.
If he hadn't heard it from the old black marshal at this time, he wouldn't even know the name of the marshal he had saved at that time.
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"We'll be on standby in the office next door. If you need anything, please let me know. In this case, our marshals will fully cooperate."
After saying this, Marshal Samuels waved his hand and left with his elite soldiers, leaving Sheriff Roland and a young black detective who was still confused.
"Bah, this old fox." Jubal laughed and cursed in a low voice. What full cooperation? To put it bluntly, he was still reluctant to give up the case. He wanted to continue to participate in the joint investigation under the name of cooperation.
"It's better than making trouble to the higher-ups." Jack didn't care about this kind of thing at all. If he didn't know that the helicopter that escaped the prison should not have gone far, he would have directly suggested Jubal to give up.
Anyway, his broken system with no sense of existence is no longer short of gold coins, and it doesn't make any difference whether he solves one more case or one less case.
Even if many skills in the system are upgraded to master with gold coins, they still need daily continuous learning and training to achieve the best effect. A person's energy is limited, so he can only choose some of them according to his personal interests to strengthen them in preparation for future show-offs.
As for the three extremely simple panel attributes, all of them are stuck at 29 points, and there is no option to use gold coins to break through. Jack estimated that either they have been strengthened to the top or they need to wait for some opportunity.
He strongly suspected that it should be the latter. According to the strength currently shown in this world, he has only barely touched the upper limit of the top personal force, at least he is not sure to shoot the rocket flying towards him with one shot.
It is estimated that one day, if a few more exaggerated movie plots are involved, maybe the opportunity will come, but Jack does not hope that day will come. You know, the first part of "Red Flame Battlefield" by the bald Frank Moses is okay, but in the second part, there are micro-nuclear bombs.
"Excuse me, are you also planning to take over the case?" Jubal watched the bailiffs leave and his eyes fell on the young black detective who was a little uneasy beside Sheriff Roland.