Chapter 1006 Excited John

Time waits for no one, so Jack and two NCIS agents immediately went back to the hotel to pack their luggage. When they rushed back to the Honolulu airport, an emergency small jet business jet was already ready on the runway.

"It must be stopped at all costs. Huh? Well, no one is allowed to touch the body until the CDC arrives, after which they will be responsible for following up on the status of all passengers, including crew members.

The case will be led by NCIS' OSP division, with the command center set up within their operations center.

The news is kept confidential for the time being, and any words containing biological threats, viruses, etc. cannot be disclosed to the public. There is no evidence yet that the guy carrying the virus has the tendency to launch a terrorist attack.

Theoretically, the virus cannot be spread through the air. Unless you have close contact with an infected person for a long time or are contaminated by body fluids, it is not so easy to be infected. OK, the plane is about to take off, be careful, John, I will contact you later. "

Jack hung up the phone, and seeing that everyone was looking at him, he shrugged helplessly, "My friend in LAPD and two agents from your OSP have already arrived at the airport, but they didn't have time to control the entire plane.

They are blocking the baggage claim area, hoping to catch all the passengers in time. The female victim is named Sharon Walker, and her identity is still under investigation. "

"It's a disaster. This is the first time in my life that I hoped a flight would be delayed, but this thing turned out to be on time," Hannah complained.

As we were talking, the plane had already started taxiing on the runway. It was a small Cessna business jet. The seats were not comfortable because the cabin was small and arranged 3X3 facing the aisle, which was very suitable for passengers to chat.

Unfortunately, no one present was in the mood to chat. After all, they had just experienced a great ups and downs in their mentality. They originally thought that everything would be fine once the virus was found.

I was just sitting on the beach ready to enjoy the scenery of Hawaii, but I didn't expect the situation to take a sudden turn for the worse. So many bad things happened in a row. It can be said that everything was going wrong.

Within an hour of takeoff, Cheng Hao entered the cockpit twice. He felt a little embarrassed when he came out the second time. "The pilot said that if I forced him to push the rod harder, the rivets on the aircraft skin would come loose."

Danny complained, "For God's sake, Chenghao, stop urging the pilot. As an ordinary person, I think a safe landing is more important than anything else."

Karen fiddled with the computer for a long time and finally gave up. The satellite network on this plane was terrible, so he took the initiative to joke with Danny, "It sounds like you've never jumped out of a plane before?"

"Of course, among the five people here, except you two, no one should have deliberately jumped off the plane, right?" Danny found this question incredible.

"Not including me. I have extensive experience in paragliding and have an instructor's license." Cheng Hao raised his hand.

"Believe me, Danny, if you ever jumped from 32000 feet (9700 meters) and didn't open the parachute until 3000 feet (914 meters), you would love that feeling." Jack also smiled.

Danny was dumbfounded. "Jack, maybe you should really tell me what you have been through in these years?"

Although he thought it might be unlucky to tell certain stories while on an airplane, he was free at the moment so he thought about it and gave a weird smile.

"Weren't you curious about why I dared to go deep into the jungle alone? Then do you want to hear my true experience of being stranded on a desert island because of a plane crash?"

Danny⊙⊙!——

Let's go back 45 minutes. John Nolan, the former rookie, is now training newcomers. He is on duty in his "studio" (police car), and a young girl with obvious Indian features is sitting on the passenger seat next to him.

Seeing the newcomer's listless appearance, the caring uncle kindly reminded him, "It seems like you still need to work hard to adapt to the new work rhythm."

It would have been better if he hadn't said it. As soon as he said it, the Indian girl couldn't help but yawn and straightened up in fear. "Sorry, John, my sleep cycle has been completely messed up recently. It was fine when I was in the police academy."

"I had similar problems at the beginning. I know it's hard for a newcomer, but you have to put sleep first, otherwise it's hard to deal with emergencies."

John turned down the heater in the car and slowly parked the police car to the side of the road.

"I don't know what's going on, but every night as soon as my head hits the pillow, I become extremely awake."

The new female police officer seemed to be familiar with John. As soon as she saw where he parked his car, she reached for the seat belt and thanked him repeatedly, "Thank you, I think I do need more coffee, your cup is on me."

Soon the new female police officer returned to the car with two cups of coffee, and John was still reminiscing about the past, "When my son Henry was little, we tried everything to get him to sleep.

Play some light music and go for a drive. Luckily, gasoline prices back then weren't as outrageous as they are today. Also, there was the technique of swaddling, which I am still very skilled at today."

The new female police officer looked a little nervous, "I think the methods you mentioned don't seem to be suitable for me."

John wanted to say something, but suddenly he stared blankly at the intersection ahead. After a while, he exchanged glances with the new female police officer beside him, "Selina, that man was pushing a coffin, right?"

"Hmm, it turns out that wasn't an illusion caused by my sleepiness." It seems that this new female police officer named Selina has the same sense of humor as John.

A police car passed by and flashed its lights twice before stopping a passerby who was pushing a coffin on the side of the road.

John got out of the police car, looking confused. "To be honest, I have so many questions that I don't know where to start. So, why don't we start with where you plan to go?"

The man pushing the coffin was a white man in his 30s. When he saw that he was stopped and questioned by two police officers, his expression became very solemn. "Let's go to the bar around the corner. I want to take my brother there for one last drink."

"My condolences." Selina immediately looked touched.

"Me too. But you can't just push a body like that. Uh." John pointed at the coffin. "I mean, there's someone inside, right?"

"Of course, officer." The man held the coffin with one hand, his expression becoming even sadder. "This is my brother Kenny. Who knows if I'll ever see him again? Maybe I'll never see him again. Do you understand what I mean?"

Hearing him say this, John became a little confused. Is there any chance to see someone again after he dies?

"To be honest, I don't understand. I have no idea what you are talking about. Sorry, can you open the coffin lid for a moment?"

"Of course." The man opened the coffin lid readily, and a guy sat up inside, which scared John and Selina at the same time.

"Have we arrived yet?" The guy in the coffin sat up and looked very excited.

"Your brother is not dead?" John almost drew his pistol.

"Of course not, officer." The white man still looked depressed.

"Then why is he lying in the coffin?" John's voice rose an octave.

The coffin guy was very happy to help explain, "Oh, we just found this thing on the other side of the road. Isn't it cool to play with it like this?"

"But you just told us to go for one last drink and that we would never see each other again." Selena suspected that the two guys were deliberately teasing the police.

The guy who had been pushing the coffin all the way still had a gloomy look on his face. "That's right. He's moving to the San Fernando Valley tomorrow. So, who can say for sure what will happen in the future?"

John rubbed his brow hard. "Damn it, I feel like a red-hot knife is stuck in my brain."

Fortunately, the call from the intercom broke the damn embarrassment at this time, and the voice of the new police superintendent Tim Bradford came from it.

"John, rush to LAX immediately, this is a big event, wear a mask and gloves, Jack needs the help of the LAPD."

John turned and walked away, not even turning back to remind the two fools, "Put the coffin back where you found it!"

"What happened?" Seeing her instructor excitedly sounding the siren and heading off, Selena, as a rookie, didn't understand the situation yet.

"I don't know, but if it's related to that person, it must be a big case. Do you want to get rid of your rookie status as soon as possible? Drink the coffee in your hand and be alert."

John said as he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom.