Gizelle is a regular agent attached to ERO (ICE's Law Enforcement and Deportation Operations Unit), and after less than half a year in the company, she is not usually assigned to a solo mission, but this time there seems to be an exception.

At 6 a.m. this morning, she was assigned to escort a little Latino girl who had just turned 10 to Georgia, an odd and obviously chore, because of the nearly 20-hour drive.

But the boss had a good reason, because Gizelle's skin color was similar to that of a little girl, and as a second-generation immigrant, she also spoke Spanish.

Although she knew that this kind of task arrangement had a bit of a taste of workplace bullying, as a rookie, she didn't even dare to ask one more question.

"Don't be afraid, although I don't know why the above sent you to Georgia alone, but you are still a minor, so you should not be deported."

Driving into the highway in an SUV with the word ICE emblazoned on it, Gizelle breathed a sigh of relief and comforted the little girl in the passenger seat in Spanish.

The little girl not only has the same brown skin as her, but also has black hair and black eyes, and at first glance she is her own countryman, her eyes are large, and the gaze that looks at her is as innocent and innocent as a fawn, which makes people feel sympathy.

Seeing that she didn't react, Gizel reached out and reached out for a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her, "Are you hungry?" Drink some water first, and then we'll find a place to eat first. ”

"I don't understand Spanish, can we speak English?" Surprisingly, after the little girl received the mineral water, she opened her mouth in very pure American English.

"Huh? Why are you?" Gizel was a little confused, it seemed a little different from what he had expected.

For the next twenty minutes, the Latino ICE agent was even more confused by the fact that the little girl who identified herself as Tully said that she was not a stowaway from the South, but a native American and even had a father who worked for the FBI.

Soon after leaving New York City, Gizelle hurriedly found a fast-food restaurant on the side of the highway and parked at it, ordered some food for the little girl, and pinched his mobile phone in his heart.

She didn't know what trouble she was getting into, but it was clear that it wasn't a big deal for her.

Agent Jace Lacroix's information can be found on the Internet, an assistant secret service director of the FBI, although the two sides are not the same system as each other, but the other party's position corresponds to the ICE and is a lot higher than her immediate boss.

Gizelle couldn't figure out what kind of conspiracy she was involved in, but she could confirm one thing, the little girl in front of her was innocent.

After a long struggle, Gizelle dialed a number, "Hello, I'm looking for Agent Jace Lacroix." ”

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Re-pressing the phone number she had asked for from the FBI's New York office, Gizelle rubbed Tali's little head and grimaced at her, "You'd better not lie to me, and besides, you'll have to memorize your father's or other relatives' phone numbers in the future." ”

Tali lowered her head embarrassedly, this may also be a common problem of modern people, the mobile phone is directly dumbfounded, except for 911, there is not a single number in her head.

"Hello, I'm Lacroix." The phone was quickly connected, and when he heard a male voice coming from inside, Gizel hesitated, not knowing how to organize the language for a while.

"Uh, that's Agent Lacroix, my daughter is in my hands"

As soon as the words came out, Gizel realized that there was something wrong with his words, and quickly explained, "That's right, I have a little girl named Tali next to me, and she said that she is your daughter. ”

To her surprise, the person on the other side of the phone actually called out her name, "Is it Agent Gizelle McPherson?" Tell me where you are now. ”

Gizelle subconsciously glanced at the name of the store at the counter, "We just drove up Interstate 95 and are now in a fast food restaurant called Gina's House on the side of the road. ”

Lacroix's voice was low and faintly excited, "Wait for me for 10 minutes, we'll be behind you, can you let me talk to my daughter?" ”

"Of course." Gizel hurriedly handed the phone to Tali.

"Daddy, where are you?" The little girl's loud cry drew the eyes of the other customers in the fast food restaurant, and Gizelle stroked her hair in embarrassment, trying to act as if nothing had happened, feeling like a child abductor.

"Squeak~" Less than 5 minutes before the phone was hung up, the gray steel Dodge Hellcat rushed into the parking lot in front of the fast food restaurant at a somewhat dangerous speed, and after a nice tail flick, the front of the car was facing the door of the store.

As soon as the dust was kicked up in the air, the door of the passenger seat was eagerly opened, and the little girl who kept looking out of the window couldn't help but jump out of her seat and rush to the door after seeing the familiar figure.

"Tully!"

Lacroix half-crouched down and hugged her daughter tightly into her arms, "I miss you so much, baby." ”

"Me too, Daddy, though I told myself not to be afraid, that you would come to my rescue, but I couldn't help it." The little girl's big eyes were already full of tears, and she was crying like a dam bursting.

"I know, I know, my baby is the bravest girl in the world, just like her mom." Lacroix held her daughter's little face with mixed feelings.

Not wanting to disturb the reunited father and daughter, Gizelle's eyes met another handsome and sunny big boy, and squeezed out a smile a little embarrassed.

"I wonder if I'm in some trouble?"

"It's not too much of a problem." Jack reached out and shook her hand and introduced himself, "Hello, Agent MacPherson, I'm Jack Tawolle, a senior FBI agent. ”

Gizelle showed a look of surprise on her face, she thought that the FBI in front of her, who looked much smaller than herself, was a rookie like herself, and her already nervous mood was a little more complicated at this time.

"It's going to be fine, we're already chasing after you, and we'll handle the rest of the matter, and we won't embarrass you, but just in case, I need you to go back to the bureau with us first." Jack, of course, knew what she was worried about, and still kept a smile on his face.

After figuring out what happened, the assistant director, Dana Moge, contacted DHS (Department of Homeland Security) directly, and they quickly got the location information of the SUV driven by Gizelle.

Even if she hadn't called Lacroix or even rested at a fast-food restaurant, they would have caught up at the junction of New Jersey and Maryland, after all, Jack had already sounded his siren and stepped on the gas pedal all the way.

The electronic speed limit for this Dodge Hellcat is 150 mph, which is almost 257 mph when it is equivalent to a speed of 257 km/h, and Jack's speed has barely dropped 140 mph since he left the city.

To help Lacroix find his daughter, Jack drove back to the apartment to take a shower first, Meimei slept for four hours before regaining her energy, this time for 48 hours in a row, the raid and the continuous long-distance driving, even the iron man couldn't bear it.

When he woke up, he found that Hannah had slept next to him at some point, and the little sweet girl curled up in a ball without even taking off her clothes, purring slightly like a kitten.

Helping her take off her coat and shoes and cover the quilt, Jack went downstairs and took out a large bag of the previously prepared capsule-shrimp wontons from the refrigerator, and after cooking, he ate half of it himself, and the remaining half was passed through ice water, and then fried in a pan, leaving a note to go out.

Back at the operation center, it was just after noon, most of the analysts and technicians who stayed up together last night had not returned to work, and at least two-thirds of the seats were still empty, but the clues and directions of the investigation were clear for the time being, and the progress was not delayed.

Mark Vascoe, an arms smuggler suspected of having a deal with Emma Kane, showed up at a private tarmac in Milford, Connecticut, early this morning, around the time Jack and Lacroix were in the detention center.

(End of chapter)