"What happened?" Jack had no idea what had happened.

Hodgner briefly recounted their previous experience, the serial killer named Chester Hardwick, who was about to be executed, decided to take advantage of the prison riot and tricked two FBIs into killing him.

In this way, according to the lengthy judicial and investigative procedures in this country, it is possible that he will live for several more years in this way.

According to the execution process, he was placed in 24-hour quarantine after the court's notice was issued, and this isolation will continue until he is sent to the execution room.

The prison, though leaking like a sieve, did not completely cut off his connection with other prisoners, such as getting information about the riots from Gunna Card.

But that's all there is to it, and the solitary isolation policy has deprived him of the opportunity to do something to other prisoners.

"So, you killed him?" Jack glanced at the motionless condemned prisoner on the ground.

"No, I just stunned him, and not even as much as Dr. Red did to him."

Perhaps it was the big break that loosened Hodchner's tense nerves, and he shrugged his shoulders and pointed at Red with a smile.

"When I could barely control him, Red let out a scream like a little girl and kicked between his legs."

"That's not a girl-like scream, Bruce Lee (Bruce Lee) makes such a scream every time before he makes a move, and he uses it to intimidate the enemy!" Red argued for himself.

"Forgive him, Dr. Red, Hodgner obviously doesn't watch kung fu movies, and his childhood idol is supposed to be Washington, who can only kill vampires with an axe."

Jack couldn't help but laugh and reassure Rhett with nonsense, so it was easy to guide him to this point, and this time could not dampen his interest in learning martial arts.

"You're probably talking about 'Lincoln the Vampire Slayer', I've seen this movie, and the vampire in it is a pretty good political metaphor."

"Uh, why is it Washington's delusion that I have an axe in my head?"

The three of them walked out of the prison building laughing and laughing, and Rosie took Jiejie and Emily outside early.

"Wow, Hodchner, you should try this wild style more, I swear Hallie will love you to death."

Emily reached out to help Hodchner straighten his disheveled shirt and boldly teased her boss.

Jiejie comforted the frightened Red, rubbed his messy curls, and smiled sweetly at Jack.

"Jack, here's your gun and gear." Two SWAT team members carried the injured Carmerita out on a stretcher, followed by Hondo and Deputy Captain Deacon, holding Jack's rifle and the replaced seal suit, respectively.

"Hodge, I think it's time to rush those weapons we've applied for." Rosie took the initiative to take the HK417 and weighed it in his hand.

"I'll do it when I get back." Hodgner nodded solemnly, the last time Jack complained about the lack of a special sniper rifle, he and Rossi jointly made an application report.

Of course, they couldn't just apply for a sniper rifle, but directly asked for a gun room and prepared to add an additional equipment cabinet to the "Gulfstream" business jet.

In the future, BAU people will go to various places to carry out tasks, and there will be no need to borrow equipment from local offices or police stations.

"Thank you, Jack, you know, it's not often that we and the FBI work together so well."

Hondo took the initiative to reach out and shake hands with the BAU crowd one by one, who, as a SWAT squad affiliated with the LAPD, was often robbed alive by the FBI's SWAT.

Although I can't talk about how much mustard there is, but they are also elite units, and they are always arranged to do something, and you can imagine how much unhappiness has accumulated in my heart.

This time, Jack was his own person who went out from the LAPD, and although he was in the limelight, this operation was still dominated by their two squads, and it was a great success.

LAPD can be said to have earned both face and lining, whether it is Hondo or his female boss Jessica Cortez, they are all full of joy.

However, the good mood of the crowd did not last long, and a disgusting guy popped up.

"You've really done you a great favor, officer." Ash Jones, a prison contractor, walked briskly up to Hondo with a couple of reporters.

The guy seemed to have regained his spirits, and his whole body was shaking.

"Actually, I'm the superintendent." Hondo ignored his outstretched right hand.

"Ah, my bad, Superintendent." Ash Jones looked embarrassedly at the reporters next to him to his camera, trying to make a sincere and enthusiastic gesture.

"Thanks to you and your men, justice has been served, thank you."

Hongdo was furious, and without mercy, he raised his head and pointed his nostrils at him.

"What do you thank us? Thank you for saving your sweatshop? Can you help you crush those prisoners so that you can continue to stuff four or even six people in one cell? ”

Ash Jones was overwhelmed by the merciless sarcasm, "I don't know what you're accusing, superintendent. ”

The originally listless reporters behind him instantly came to their senses, originally they were just being pulled to report on a boring prison riot, and now they heard Hongdo's words, shady, sweatshops, prisoners' human rights, these exciting news highlights popped up in their minds.

Ash Jones looked at the reporters behind him who were starting to get restless, and said a threatening voice.

"You'd better be careful, there is still defamation in this country, and you'd better think carefully before making these accusations, unless you want to deal with my lawyer."

Hondo was furious, ignoring the intention of his female boss Jessica Cortez to pull his sleeve and want to stand up for him, and stepped forward directly and faced Ash Jones.

"You can let the horse go, I'll wait for your lawyer's letter at any time, and I'll tell you what I'll do."

"I'm going to go to the Prison Department, I'm going to go to the City Council, show the evidence to everyone, the death of the warden, the harm that the nuns have suffered, it's all because of you, because of your greed that led to all this, and I want you to pay for it."

There was a crisp sound of footsteps, and several beautiful shadows appeared behind everyone in high heels.

"Councillor Ann Anderson!" The media reporters who were watching the play turned their heads and recognized the recent rising star of California politics.

"There's no need to be so troublesome, you can just provide me with the relevant evidence."

Zoe smiled skillfully, standing slim in front of everyone, with smooth and fair skin and a bumpy figure, she couldn't tell that this was a royal sister who was in her thirties and was not confused.

"Harrison (Hondo's surname), long time no see."

(End of chapter)