Chapter 815 Prison Break (V)

In any case, the crash of the helicopter is good news for the wanted criminal team responsible for the pursuit. Although more than four hours have passed,

But for the two fugitives who lost their means of transportation, this time was only enough time for them to walk to a few nearby towns. From this point of view, it seemed that it was not particularly difficult to find their traces.

Soon the Paw Patrol team discovered two different sets of footprints in the mud not far away. Watching several groups of police officers follow the tracks, Jack walked back to the crash site and looked at the still smoking wreckage of the helicopter. Thinking.

"The state police have confirmed that there is no black box on the helicopter, and the serial number on the fuselage has been erased. Only a damaged onboard navigation was found." Agent Gelson came over and said.

Jack reached out to summon a state policeman and ordered, "Have your people send the airborne navigation to the prison's temporary command center as soon as possible. Our people should have a way to repair it, so that they can at least find out their original destination and intercept it in advance. The way back.”

At this time, a communication vehicle that was somewhat similar to the base vehicle of the wanted criminal team stopped on a dirt road not far away. As a long pole rose, Jack's cell phone vibrated continuously, one after another. The text message alert sounds continuously.

First, there was news from Aubrey and Jiejie. They had been sent to the home of the renegade prison guard Charlie Simic, and found Simic's wife dead in the bedroom. There were no signs of intruders in the home.

It was initially determined that the time of death was early this morning. In other words, it is very likely that Simic killed his wife with his own hands before going out in the morning, then left home to go to work as if nothing had happened, went to assist Maldonado in escaping from prison, and now he and him Together they embarked on a journey of escape.

Surprisingly, out of habit, Aubrey casually asked someone to check Simic's personal name and the couple's joint account, and was shocked to find that these accounts combined had at least more than 20,000 US dollars in deposits.

This made Aubrey very confused. If using the joint account of the couple may arouse his wife's suspicion, then it would be too generous to not convert more than 6,000 US dollars in Simic's personal account into cash. Maldonado How much benefit was promised to him?

The rest of the news came from Hannah and Clay, who had been sent to the church in Turberville to have a good chat with Father Ashton.

As a result, the two saw another corpse, and the time of death was also this morning. So the question is, who was the fake priest who went to Allenwood Prison to give Maldonado the Holy Communion this morning? Why didn't the prison notice it?

With these questions, Jack drove back on the road and rushed back to the prison with Agent Gelson of the DEA.

On the way back, both of them were in no mood to continue chatting, and they were in silence all the way. After returning to the temporary command center, Jack went directly to the monitoring room, where Jubal and the female warden were watching a video repeatedly.

"Obviously, this guy killed the real Father Ashton and stole his ID." Jubal looked at the female warden with eyes full of words.

"But he still has to pass the guard's inspection." Hearing this sentence, Jack couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth. The female warden was a little arrogant. Shouldn't the FBI ask her this?

Jack walked to the monitor, pulled out the photos of the deceased sent by Hannah and Clay on his phone, and compared them with the prison's internal surveillance footage.

At first glance, the dead Father Ashton and the fake priest on the surveillance screen looked quite similar. They were both white men in their fifties, with gray hair combed into a delicate slick and matching gray cheeks. Hu.

The difference is that the fake priest is obviously younger and has more Latino features on his face.

"Is it possible that Simic put him in?" Jack looked at the female warden.

The latter shook his head blankly, and his expression turned into gritted teeth, "I don't know, I have to have a good chat with the guard on duty."

"Isn't anyone willing to speak out yet?" After receiving a negative answer, Jack continued to ask, "Where are the recalled guards?"

"There is also a prison guard named Miller Rowntree who has not reported back and is currently out of contact. I have arranged for the state police to go to his home."

After finishing speaking, Jubal stood up from his seat and looked at the female warden, "I'll go and talk to the prison guards in person. You don't mind, right?"

The female warden waved her hands feebly, sat back down with a wry smile, "I always thought that I had been careful enough in the management of this prison, but in the end..."

It seems that this person is already thinking about how to leave this position gracefully.

Jack also left the control room with Jubal. He went to the command vehicle first. The damaged navigator on the helicopter had been delivered. Alice had already begun to crack the system. It was estimated that it could be done in half an hour at most.

Telling Alice to notify him immediately after the crack is completed, Jack turned around and found the group of bailiffs who came to support him. It was not a problem to follow the fugitive all the time, not to mention that the state police had not found many traces yet. He planned to Find another way.

"Cracking down on the local drug trafficking network of the Zapotec drug cartel? Isn't that the job of the DEA?" The old black bailiff was a little puzzled. Although he didn't mind taking the credit from the DEA, he at least had to have a reason.

Jack spread out a map of North America and drew a circle on Monterrey, the main city in northeastern Mexico.

"This is the base of the Zapotec drug cartel. Here, they use legal chemical raw materials imported from a certain big country to process into extremely pure phenolphthalein.

Then through the underground network, I mean the real underground, using the illegal tunnel system that crisscrosses the border to transport it into the country. In Texas, these high-purity phenolphthalein is processed into semi-finished bricks and then sent to coastal areas."

Jack's pen drew several arrows from the port cities of Houston and New Orleans on the Gulf Coast, and finally summarized them into a shipping route, along the long southern and eastern coastlines of the United States all the way north, and finally stopped in the New York metropolitan area, and turned into arrows again.

"Philadelphia, Atlantic City, Newark, New Haven, all the way to Boston, these semi-finished bricks will be unloaded in batches, transferred to trucks, pickup trucks and other transportation, and then sent to safe processing points.

In these processing points, the semi-finished bricks will be broken down and mixed with other things such as cocaine to become the final finished products. These finished products will be sent to various distribution points by "drug mules" and then sold to local gangs that cooperate with them."

Samuels, the marshal, listened patiently to Jack's explanation and had a vague guess about his thoughts in his mind, ".You hope we can find a nearby safe drug processing point, because Maldonado is likely to use this transportation route in reverse and escape to Mexico?"

A sly smile appeared on Jack's face. Talking to smart people is effortless. "Yes, the helicopter used for the prison break crashed accidentally. As time goes by, the risk of their original escape route has been infinitely raised."

As he said, he drew a big circle at the location where the helicopter crashed. "The helicopter crashed to the east of the prison, so the New York direction is left to us FBI, and the closer Philadelphia direction is left to you."