Chapter 1132 Luxurious escort team to San Francisco

Chapter 1132 Luxurious escort team to San Francisco

To be honest, I was quite tempted by the suggestion made by Director Jim Womack before, which was to ask another jailbreak expert Ray Breslin to take action.

After all, that was Stallone. Although he was a little old, he should still be able to fight, at least better than the old man in front of him who was too pretentious.

Unfortunately, they didn't need a fighter this time. The SEAL Team B led by Jack's old friend Jason Hayes was not the supporting role in the movie who could only shoot a few outlines.

"I'm curious about how you can stay in this small cell."

Jack looked at this old man who was almost 70 years old and still had some admiration. Although his image was a little sloppy, he was full of tendons and even his belly was almost invisible.

His own director Jim Womack should be considered the same age as him, but if you remove the visual bonus brought by his clothes and dress up, just looking at his physical condition, he might not be as good as this prisoner who was locked up in a space of only a few square meters all day.

As if he was a little surprised by Jack's attitude, or maybe he really felt that the boy in front of him was too young, John Mason quickly put away his spikes and his tone was no longer so harsh.

"Reading, self-training, regular work and rest, except for the lack of freedom, I think my life is healthier than most people in this world.

Would you mind explaining what's going on now? I thought that since I escaped from Wolfburg Prison once, you would no longer provide me with vacation opportunities."

"Now there is an opportunity, an opportunity to fight for your own freedom. Do you need me to ask the prison guard to help you pack your luggage first?"

Jack's eyes swept across the thick pile of books beside his bed, "Shakespeare", "The Art of War", and "The Count of Monte Cristo" on the bedside, whose cover was completely bald due to years of rubbing.

"There is nothing here that belongs to me. Let them return these books to the prison library." The old man consciously walked to the two prison guards holding shackles and stretched out his hands.

"That's not necessary." Jack waved his hand at the prison guards, "We will be responsible for his safety from now on."

He was not arrogant to say that, because he came with a Sikorsky S-92 helicopter and the entire SEAL Team B except Jason Hayes.

After watching the helicopter leave, Jack drove to the Hoover Building at 935 Pennsylvania Avenue.

John Mason's file in this secret prison only has some numbers such as height and weight, and even his name is marked with asterisks, and the database is clean.

All his information is stored in paper form in the secret archives under the Hoover Building, so Jack can only retrieve the complete file with the authorization of his own director.

After getting the file, he hurried to the airport without taking a closer look, and the Gulfstream business jet of the BAU team was waiting for him here.

Still wearing a prisoner's uniform, John Mason sat in his seat very "well-behaved", with a half bottle of Scotch whiskey in front of him, and his face was full of intoxication.

If Jack was not mistaken, the half bottle of whiskey should be one of Rossi's treasures left on the plane.

"Who is this old hippie?"

Deputy B2 Ray Perry's fully armed appearance seemed a bit out of place with the Gulfstream, and the other members of Team B were the same.

Originally, they flew directly from Virginia Beach to San Francisco, but Rossi and Director Womack were worried about accidents on the way, so Jack simply suggested that the SEALs be responsible for the escort.

"He is a British man who was imprisoned in Alcatraz in the 1990s and successfully escaped from prison in less than a year." Jack flipped through the old man's files and couldn't help but marvel.

SAS (Special Air Service Regiment) was first born from the British "Red Devil" troops fighting guerrillas in North Africa during World War II, which were called "Commanders" (Commandos) at the time.

At that time, "Commander" was the last face of the British Army after being rubbed to the ground by Rommel on the battlefield in North Africa. Initially, with only 6 officers and 60 soldiers, it successfully blew up more than 200 German aircraft and dozens of ammunition depots in North Africa in a year and a half.

Generally speaking, SAS or "Commander" is regarded as the ancestor of Western special forces. The "Delta" force of the US Army and the Navy SEALs were inspired or even directly helped by them at the beginning of their establishment.

And now a Navy SEAL special forces escorted an old British agent from SAS, which seemed a bit of a devil's joke.

"I thought no one had ever escaped from Alcatraz alive." Ray Perry smiled and showed his white teeth.

Jack shrugged, "That's the official caliber, but in fact at least 6 people have successfully escaped from there and disappeared in the vast ocean, but the only one we can find and who is alive is this one."

And this is the only one who successfully escaped from prison by himself, Jack added silently in his heart.

Sonny shrugged, not interested in this topic or the sloppy old man with long hair, but patted the leather seat under his butt and asked with a smile.

"Do you usually take such a big plane to solve murders all over the country? You FBI are really rich."

"No, my team and I usually use a Bombardier Challenger 850, which belongs to the BAU team, and we only use these expensive big toys when we are facing important cases and in a hurry."

Jack glanced at everyone in Team B and felt quite relieved. Although it had been more than a year since Klein retired due to injury, the members of Team B had not changed much.

B1 to B5 are still familiar faces. Clay's replacement is not a newcomer, but Scott Carter, the veteran captain from the A team, nicknamed "Full Metal".

Although he uses Clay's original call sign B6, he is wearing the A1 identification tag from his previous A team.

Jack didn't know the taciturn veteran very well, but they had fought against each other in the boxing ring when they were training in Virginia Beach, so they had some friendship.

This also indirectly shows how stringent Jason's selection criteria are. For so long, no newcomer from the youth team who can catch his eye has joined Team B. I think if Clay knew about it, he would no longer be obsessed with Jason's decision. He was too harsh.

Although it was a business jet flying a private route, it took nearly 4 hours to fly from Washington, D.C., which is equivalent to the East Coast, to San Francisco on the West Coast.

After Jack took a short nap, he made a video call with Jubal and others who were still in Mexico.

While he was busy, his friends in the wanted criminal group were also busy, and the serial murder case had been solved.

The murderers were a pair of local Mexican sisters who believed in the extreme Holy Spirit of Death doctrine, and Lopez obtained some extremely useful clues while patrolling the streets of vehicles that publicly displayed mobile altars.

The two sisters are called Irma and Teresa. They have an older brother Miguel who smuggled to the United States to seek a better life.

Miguel owned an abandoned metal processing yard in Tijuana that he inherited from his family's business. When he left Mexico for the United States, he left everything there to his two sisters.

But it is obvious that Alma and Teresa are not good at running this industry. The scrap metal processing yard is on the verge of bankruptcy, which means that the sisters will lose their only livelihood.

Therefore, they desperately hope that their brother Miguel will come back to help deal with all this, but after many attempts to contact him failed, the desperate sisters turned to their faith for help.

A scrap metal processing plant is a factory that squeezes scrapped cars into a large pile of scrap metal through a briquette machine, or crushes them directly with a metal shredder.

This is indeed not an industry that two women can manage, but it also explains the origin of the vehicle that uses obsolete technology to modify the engine and uses biodiesel as fuel.

Jubal’s expression in the video is not very good, “After they lost contact with their brother Miguel, they have been driving a vehicle equipped with a mobile altar of the Holy Spirit of Death to display on the streets of Tijuana.

At first, what they prayed to the Holy Spirit of Death was that Miguel could take them to the United States to live a better life as soon as possible.

However, due to the obstruction of the local police, who repeatedly destroyed the altar and confiscated their vehicles, they stopped this behavior. Later, they blamed their loss of contact with their brother on their failure to maintain this promise, and were punished by the Holy Spirit of Death. .

So they used a set of blood sacrifice rituals to summon their loved ones. The ritual sequence was layer by layer. The red ritual was the most elementary and required the blood of a young man. "

"Just blood?" Jack was confused, "But what they did was kill Lee Kern and dye his body red."

The opposite side of the video was replaced by Jie Jie's pretty face, "In fact, even though the case has been concluded, we still haven't fully understood the rituals passed down by word of mouth, which are full of conjecture and self-interpretation elements.

After the primary ritual failed, they used the advanced black spell. This ritual required the blood of sinners. "

"Sinner? The guy who has a wife in both the United States and Mexico is indeed guilty."

Jack felt something was wrong as soon as he spoke. Obviously, the murderous sisters should not know about this, "So they randomly found Robert Miller at the dog racing track, because the Americans who appeared there must be gamblers who came to gamble. ?”

This time the screen changed to Hannah again, and the girl snapped her fingers, "Bingo! But you must not guess why the dark wizard Julio Salazar was killed."

I can give you a hint, the most powerful color of the spell is gold and the last step of the ritual requires the living heart of a powerful person. "

Jack rolled his eyes and already guessed the answer, "Eyes have various symbolic meanings in black magic rituals, one of which is as a representative of power, including but not limited to magic, ether or spiritual power, etc.

Therefore, the sisters attributed the failure of the first two steps of the ritual to their lack of strength, so they sacrificed Julio Salazar, who was regarded as the top black wizard in the local area, hoping to gain his power. "

Hannah's expression was slightly frustrated, and it was obvious that Jack had guessed it right again, "Yes, you guessed it right. Later we found out the location of the abandoned metal processing yard. When Alma and Teresa were preparing to kill a Saved the local policeman when he was kidnapped.”

"Are ordinary police officers also regarded as people with power?" Jack smacked his lips and continued to ask, "Then why did their brother lose contact? Didn't he survive the border crossing?"

Hannah shrugged, "Yes, Alice found a photo of Miguel's body. He used the most dangerous method of smuggling by sea. The body was listed as anonymous after washing up on the beach at Point Loma.

Thanks to Clay, Teresa directly chose to shoot herself in the head after learning the truth. Clay rushed forward regardless of his own safety and knocked down Alma who was about to continue swinging the scythe at the police officer. "

As he was talking, Clay's furry head appeared across from him, with a face full of stubble and bloodshot eyes, which made Sonny, who came over after hearing the voice, smile maliciously.

"Hey, kid, it seems that you are not very satisfied with your stay in the FBI. Do you want to consider returning to Team B?"

Of course, he was just joking. SEALs can't just leave or come back whenever they want.

Leaving the tablet to the SEALs and Clay to reminisce, Jack sat down in the seat opposite John Mason, who showed a very interested look when he was talking about the case with the wanted criminal team just now.

"You are a field agent in charge of criminal cases? Why do you seem to be familiar with those special forces members? What do you want me to do?

I don't know any black magic. Not every British person knows how to cross the platform nine and three-quarters of King's Cross Station."

Jack was amused by the old man, "I thought you only liked classical literature or military works."

John Mason sighed, "Although I always make a list of books, I am not always 100% satisfied. When I am really bored, I can only read what I have on hand."

Jack did not have the habit of telling everyone that he was a writer, but just said that he was also a literature lover.

"I know you have been observing the surroundings and heard our conversation, so you should have guessed something, but please don't worry. Someone will talk to you about the specific matters when we arrive in San Francisco.

I can only tell you temporarily that we are facing a special situation at present, and someone thinks you may be able to help."

"Special situation?" The old man had a trace of sarcasm on his face, "I have been in prison for half a year longer than Mandela, how can I help? Do you intend to let me be president? Has someone established a country on Alcatraz?"

Jack sighed, knowing that his whispered conversation with Deputy Captain Ray Perry just now did not escape the old man's ears, but fortunately he did not say it because it was not necessary to keep it secret at this time, but simply did not want to interfere.

"Patience is a virtue, Mr. Mason, you will know when you get off the plane, but before that I can give you a little advice, try to seize this opportunity to regain your freedom."

"Freedom? What a wonderful word, especially when it comes from an FBI." John Mason sighed and looked at Jack meaningfully.