"He drove away from my car!" The back door of the police station was slammed open, and Pat Mannan, with a nosebleed face, walked in in embarrassment.

"That bastard stole my car."

Under the suspicious gaze of everyone, he grabbed the walkie-talkie on the table and called, "This is Pat Mannan, all units pay attention, hunt down Kitson Vaughn"

Seeing that everyone in BAU put down what they were doing and looked at themselves in unison, Pat Mannan looked a little embarrassed, and Hodgner walked up to him with a calm face.

"What's the matter, haven't you been following him all the time?"

Pat Mannan opened his mouth, and his original turbulent momentum couldn't help but be stopped, and he opened his mouth, and it took a long time before he said in a dejected manner.

"He sneaked me out and took my car keys."

"Bruce Owen must have recognized Douglas in the photo, which means he knows who the killer is, and he released a monster to find the killer of his daughter."

Rossi "deduced" the "truth" in an instant.

"Fack! Fack! Fack! I'm in big trouble with Fack. Pat Mannan didn't bother to trouble Bruce Owen, grabbed the walkie-talkie he had just put down, and ran out.

Back 15 minutes ago, in the parking lot connected by the back door passage of the police station, Jack, who was already sitting in his Firebird car, looked at Kison Vaughn in the distance and pretended to smoke a fire, and put down Pat Mannan with a clean punch.

"Shhh

Seeing that Kison Vaughn fumbled for the car keys in the other party's pocket and wanted to touch his waist again, Jack couldn't sit still.

Pat Mannan is a bit stupid, but he is not a bad person, and he is still dutiful, and if Kison even takes him with a gun, it will really make him retire early.

Fortunately, Kisson hesitated, but after all, he didn't make a move, got up and ran quickly towards the blue Mercury that Pat Mannan drove to disguise his identity.

Watching Mercury drive away from the parking lot, Jack also activated the Firebird and slowly followed.

I have to say that although this world does not have the well-known "Thunderbolt Ranger" TV series in Jack's previous life, the appearance of the Firebird is still a little ostentatious, and it is not suitable for tracking work.

Less than ten minutes after the two cars left the Southeast District Police Station, Jack was discovered, and of course he followed quite perfunctory, almost swaggering to tell the other party that you were being targeted.

Mercury slowly came to a halt against the side of the road, and Jack stopped less than 10 meters away from it.

Kison got out of the car, walked over to the door where Jack had lowered the glass, and looked at him without saying a word.

Jack smiled and took a "Churchill" cigar out of his pocket and handed it to him, quipping, "You're not going to punch everyone in the face, are you?" ”

Kisson took the cigar, still grimacing, "You've been staring at me?" ”

"Neither Bruce nor you are reluctant to speak, are they, what did you talk to Bruce about? You promised him that he would kill his daughter's murderer? ”

Jack asked a litany of questions.

"Will you stop me, then?" Kison didn't answer positively.

"If you hurt the innocent, or if you go too far." Jack doesn't shy away from it.

"For example, if you had taken that gun just now, I wouldn't have sat quietly in the car."

"So you all designed it, right, why are you so confident that you're in control? Just the big dick under your armpit? Keeson glanced at Jack's spare gun with contempt.

Jack smiled in a harmless way, as if he were not standing in front of him a ruthless gangster who needed psychotropic drugs to curb his violent impulses.

"Trust me, you won't want to know."

Looking at the other party's smiling face, a chill rose in Kison's heart for no reason, like a hyena foraging on the African savannah, and suddenly found himself facing a hungry male lion.

"You've killed a lot of people?" Kisson couldn't figure out why the young FBI in front of him looked like he was in his early 20s, so why he was more murderous than himself.

"Are you okay?" Jack was a little unsure, narrowed his eyes and recalled, the terrorists who were sent to the sky by broadswords on Hollow Island should not be counted as their own heads, right?

"I can't remember clearly, I killed a lot of people who are not people." The main ones that were killed with Barrett when luring the enemy at that time were not easy to calculate, the crowd was too dense, and the fight was a little broken.

As for the ogres he killed in New Mexico, it's really hard to define whether they can be counted as human or not, but without these, he doesn't have a good record, at least not compared to a guy named Jimmy next door.

Kison was a little confused by his answer, and couldn't tell whether he was joking or telling the truth.

"Are you sure you're going to waste time with me here?" Jack pulled out his phone and pointed to the time on it.

Seeing that he turned around and left without nonsense, Jack shouted behind his back, "Don't go too far, your daughter still needs your care." ”

Kieson paused, raised his right hand and waved, got into the car and started to merge into the evening rush hour.

Half an hour later, looking at the blue Mercury sedan in front of him parked at the back door of a house, Jack took out his mobile phone and called Hodchner.

"Jackson Street: yes, I think it's needed."

However, before he could finish speaking, a gunshot broke the silence around him.

"Fack!" Jack opened the car door, shifted his phone to his left hand, and pulled Glock out of his waist.

"Call 911, I hear gunshots."

At the same time, I secretly wondered in my heart, Kison didn't have a gun in his hand, could it be that he rushed in and was killed by someone? This gangster killer who has washed his hands for ten years really won't capsize in the gutter, right?

Before he could get to him, he saw Kison come out of the house with a Winchester M1887 lever-type shotgun.

He saw Jack and stuck the gun behind his waist, "I asked about my daughter's whereabouts." ”

"Ah, then?" Jack was slightly stunned, seeing that he looked like the governor in "The Terminator", he was very worried about the life and death of the little gangster who didn't know the name in it.

"I just broke one of his legs, he and another guy named Ryan Phillips hid her in the school two blocks away, Mafford High School, are you coming?"

Kisson saw Jack put away his pistol and drove straight into the car to his daughter's high school.

Since he wasn't killed on the spot, Jack didn't bother to go in and take a look, so he turned around and walked towards his firebird, anyway, someone helped call the police.

"Yes. Ryan Phillips is hiding in the high school where the girl attends, and I'm on my way to get there, you as soon as possible. ”

Jack hung up the phone and drove at full speed to his destination.

(End of chapter)