Chapter 1007 Whose territory
"Give way! Give way, everyone!"
John, who was in uniform with handcuffs, batons and other bits and pieces of running bells, rang. An uncle in his early 40s and a rookie police officer led a few LAPD patrol officers and ran out with the momentum of thousands of troops, filling the airport. The tourists were so frightened that they hurriedly evaded.
"Be careful! Get out of the way!" On the other side, two NCIS agents, a man and a woman, also ran towards the exit with several men in suits.
The two parties almost collided with each other, but they didn't even bother to say hello and rushed straight to the passenger passage that had just been closed.
"Is this Hanalei Airlines No. 792?" Despite his age, John was more agile than most young people. He was the first to rush to the staff at the entrance of the passage.
"Yes." The staff member didn't look very surprised.
John was out of breath, but fortunately the rookie attendant beside him caught up in time, "Make sure all passengers on board stay on the plane!"
"But they have all gotten off the plane. Is it related to the passenger who died on the plane?" The staff member turned around and pressed the code lock on the door.
"Yes, that's right. The body must be isolated immediately and no one is allowed to touch it."
Before John finished speaking, two NCIS agents stepped forward and introduced themselves very quickly, "NICS, Agent Kensi Bligh and LAPD liaison Detective Maddie Dix, you are ?”
The female agent has a good figure. She has a simple ponytail. Her facial features are not exquisite. The first impression she gives is that she is cheerful and sunny. She has the temperament of a silly elder sister. The most impressive thing is her eyes, which are rare. He has different pupils, the right eye is black and the left eye is light brown.
Her partner, who she calls LAPD liaison officer Maddie Dix, is equally impressive. She has fluffy blond curly hair, a baby face and a beard of the same color. It is difficult not to think of the dog. A golden retriever with a cute smiling face.
"Oh, John Nolan, this is my partner Selina Juarez, we have been ordered to assist."
This time, John's mind was spinning faster than his words. He reacted immediately and turned around to ask the staff member, "You mean the passengers on the plane just got off the plane, right? That means they should still be at the baggage claim area right now?"
The staff member was stunned for a moment and nodded subconsciously, "Well, that should be the case."
"OK, Officer Nolan, you go to the baggage claim area and block it first to prevent passengers from leaving. We will go to the plane to check the bodies."
Kensi Bly rushed into the passenger passage with her partner without saying a word.
"Everyone, follow me." John waved his hand and started running again with the LAPD officers who arrived one after another.
"Garold Brodman, 49 years old, about 180cm tall, brown hair, brown eyes, photos have been released, he may have a disguise, at least a suitcase, or two, plus a backpack, the first one found I shouted a warning immediately, do you understand?"
John directed two police officers to guard the gate and led others to check the passengers' boarding passes one by one. If they found any passengers belonging to Flight 792, they would ask them to step aside.
Not long after, two NCIS agents hurriedly arrived again. As soon as Kensi Bly saw John, she quickly asked, "Have you found Broadman?"
John shook his head in confusion, "There are 230 passengers in total, most of them are here, and no suspicious targets have been found."
"Damn it! He actually ran away!"
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Late at night, a small business jet landed safely at Los Angeles International Airport. The five passengers who got off the plane were traveling lightly. Each of them only had a carry-on backpack.
"Although you succeeded in making me interested in your novel, please don't tell the story about the crash on the plane next time. I was worried the whole time that you would be kicked out of the sky by the pilot."
Karen, who returned to her home territory, was in a much better mood and even took the initiative to joke with Jack.
"What did you say?" Cheng Hao patted Danny on the shoulder, "I know you have always been looking forward to returning to the mainland."
Danny looked slightly worried, "To be honest, I'm looking forward to it, but not under this situation."
"There is no need to be pessimistic." Hanna seemed confident. "Hawaii belongs to you, and Los Angeles is our territory. Find a place to rest first, and I will take you to the headquarters early tomorrow morning."
At this time, a low engine sound sounded, and two large pickup trucks with huge bodies and all black drove directly onto the tarmac in front of everyone's surprised eyes.
"Hey Jack, Rosie said you were busy saving the world again and might need a nice durable car, so I brought your old friend over to say hi."
Braxton jumped out of the car and patted the sturdy bulletproof body. The once hard lines on his face were now much softer. After all, he was already a father.
"Is this my original car?" Jack looked at the brand new "Mammoth" in surprise and was speechless. He saw that the license plate was exactly the car he was beaten into.
"It's a little surprise." John jumped off the second "Mammoth" behind him, "The Wolf Brothers re-customized all the accessories and waited for nearly two years for them all to arrive.
Officer Rick Hunter rented one of the workshops of the modification factory that was originally used to modify your Firebird. Everyone, including Tim, worked together, and it took nearly a month to assemble it all. "
He reached into the cab and flipped the switch to flash the police lights. "We also installed hidden police lights on it. Now this car nominally belongs to the FBI Los Angeles office."
Jack was so moved that he didn't know what to say. "You really..."
"Your house has been cleaned, including the guest room. Welcome back, guys." John stretched out his arms and gave Jack a big hug.
Braxton also gave Jack a hug and whispered, "Rossi notified us to try not to let the children go out. Hotchner's wife and son also moved into the farm. Is the situation serious this time?"
"Smallpox virus, long-term face-to-face contact and direct contact with body fluids are necessary conditions for infection. Just be careful." Jack also answered in a low voice.
"OK, I will send the old Hunter family to the farm as well. Be careful." Braxton said he understood.
John and Braxton drove away in the "Mammoth" behind. Jack waved goodbye to the two old friends and turned to make a gesture of invitation to the few people who were still in a state of stunned.
"I forgot to mention that Los Angeles is actually my territory." Jack smiled at the two NCIS agents. He really didn't intend to show off and slap himself in the face about this kind of thing, and he didn't expect that his old friends would give him such a big surprise.