Chapter 811 Prison Break (I)

More than three hours later, the Gulfstream landed at a small airport. Jack got off the plane with a blushing face, feeling refreshed.

Private planes are much more convenient and faster than business flights. If you take an ordinary flight, you will waste a lot of time waiting for the flight, and the speed is not as fast as the Gulfstream flying at a speed of 0.8 Mach.

Jack secretly made up his mind that when their wanted criminal team becomes famous and can compete with other teams across the country for tasks, they must also have a Gulfstream on standby 24 hours a day like the BAU team.

The only drawback may be that the business jet equipped by the FBI will not be equipped with beautiful flight attendants, but he can bring his own.

Allenwood is located in the north-central part of Pennsylvania, only a hundred kilometers away from the Canadian border. It is a remote town covered with forests.

At this time, the other members of the team have rushed to the prison where the accident happened. This time, Alice also went out with the command car, and Clay drove a GMC to the airport to pick people up alone.

"Have you found the helicopter?" Jack asked when he got off the plane.

Clay shook his head, "No, according to the witnesses, it should be a Double Star helicopter, flying east."

The Double Star helicopter is the "AS-355" Squirrel helicopter produced by the French Aerospace Company. It is low-cost and easy to maintain. It is a very common civilian helicopter model in the United States.

While Clay was driving, Jack searched on his mobile phone. This helicopter can fly at a maximum speed of about 270 kilometers per hour. If it goes east, it is the direction of New York, and the straight-line distance to here is less than 260 kilometers.

Even if the pilot always keeps flying at a low altitude to prevent being discovered, he should have reached his destination by now. He won't make a wasted trip, right?

"Why don't they go north? Go directly to Canada?" Jack's question made Clay, who was driving, and Jiejie, who was reading the briefing, stunned.

"It's only more than 100 kilometers to New York State directly to the north. There are few people around Lake Ontario. You can sneak across the border with a little disguise. There are many ways to disguise yourself and sneak back to Mexico in Canada."

Jie Jie thought, "Maybe it's because the Zapotec drug cartel to which Maldonado belongs has no power in Canada?

It's strange that they have power distribution in Pennsylvania and New York State. Why did the DEA transfer him here for interrogation?

Obviously, Florida, where he was before, was the territory of the Colombians, and they were in a hostile relationship with these Mexicans. Even if Maldonado succeeded in escaping prison there, it would be difficult for him to get help."

"Believe me, even if you ask the DEA people with this question, they can find 100 reasons for you." Jack looked a little disdainful.

Clay's expression was a little hesitant and a little unbelievable, "I can understand that you are hinting that the DEA is involved in this prison break?"

Jack looked confident, "Of course it is impossible for the authorities to make such a big scene. It is much easier to do something during the transportation than to make a big scene of prison break with bombs and helicopters.

In addition, I am not hinting, but telling you clearly that no matter who the DEA sends, it is best not to believe a word from the other party."

Clay's face was still a little unbelievable. As a former Navy SEAL, it was difficult for him to understand the intrigue and mutual distrust within the federal department.

After all, given the importance of SEAL Team B, it is not really like what is shown in some movies, that it has become a piece of disposable toilet paper in the eyes of those senior officials, and it is betrayed and killed at any time.

Besides, the federal senior officials have never been a monolithic entity, and the Joint Special Operations Command to which the SEALs belong is nominally under the direct command of the president.

Although their cooperation with the CIA and DEA occasionally caused some frictions due to intelligence errors or different positions, most of the time, the relationship between them was trustworthy.

After all, Clay had previously experienced secret operations at the national level, with a high degree of confidentiality, and the possibility of encountering a traitor was extremely low. At the moment, Jack's straightforward remarks made him a little difficult to adapt to for a while.

Fortunately, some things are not very difficult to understand. Whether it is the CIA or the DEA, it is not news that they support drug trafficking groups overseas. It is natural that some scums who collude with drug lords appear among the subordinates. Clay soon stopped worrying about this.

When everyone arrived at the prison where the incident occurred, many reporters and media people had already surrounded the door. Clay, who was driving, had to sound the siren several times to let these guys make way.

The three walked into a large office that was temporarily cleared. A black sheriff in a state police uniform was talking to Jubal.

"This is Sheriff Roland, the head of the state police's tactical department."

Jubal briefly introduced both parties, then frowned, "Nothing has been found in the ground search. So far, the state police have used four helicopters to conduct a carpet search."

"Have you brought all the equipment?" Jack looked at Hannah.

"Yes, including your Barrett." Hannah looked at Jiejie, who looked very healthy, with a suspicious look and made a face at her.

"Let's go to the prison monitoring room first. Alice should have already taken care of the surveillance video. The warden is also there." Jubal suggested.

Leaving the rest of the people behind, the two walked and talked. Jack asked, "Are all the surrounding airports blocked? In order to avoid radar, helicopters can only fly at low altitudes throughout the journey, which will attract a large number of witnesses.

Therefore, they should change their means of transportation as soon as they leave the prison. The highway is easy to be checked. The fastest way to leave is to apply for a private plane with a good route in advance."

"I also thought of this. The blockade notice was issued as soon as possible. Now the state police are investigating. You know, there are too many small airports here. At present, we can only ensure that no private plane will take off without authorization after the incident."

As a supervisory agent, Jubal has much more experience than Jack, so he basically listened to understand the situation afterwards, without too much finger-pointing.

The two walked into the monitoring room. Alice was busy in front of the computer. Allenwood Prison is a large prison that can accommodate 2,000 prisoners. There are thousands of cameras inside and outside the prison. Even if it is just to retrieve the surveillance videos with appropriate angles one by one according to time, it is a rather tedious task.

What was somewhat unexpected was that the warden was a white woman who looked to be in her 50s. Her facial lines were extremely hard and her voice was heavily smoked, which easily reminded Jack of the strict deans in school.

The two started with the video that Alice had sorted out. The accident happened at 8:20 in the morning. With a loud bang in the boiler room, the fire and thick smoke instantly filled the entire D prison area.

"I immediately ordered the entire prison to be sealed off. All fire doors except for D area were closed, and the prison guards were asked to count the number of people immediately." The female warden standing behind the two introduced while looking at the screen.

"So at that time, all the prisoners in Area D, including Maldonado, were evacuated from Area D. But according to the plan, you would not let the prisoners run around in the exercise area, but planned to concentrate them in this temporary isolation area surrounded by barbed wire, right?"

Jack clicked on the prison map hanging on the wall. The exercise area was about the size of a football field, which could easily land a helicopter, and the isolation area blocked by barbed wire was on the other side, with an area of ​​only half the size of a basketball court.

Before being driven into the isolation area, the prisoners evacuated from Area D could also run directly to the exercise area, but they would be discovered by the guards on the watchtower.

The female warden said with a gloomy face, "Yes, because Maldonado was transferred from a high-level prison, I arranged a separate cell for him. After the explosion and fire, the prison guards opened all the cell doors in Area D, and he was released with other prisoners."

Alice clicked the mouse, and the picture switched to a wide-angle lens installed on the watchtower. Almost at the same time as the prisoners were evacuated, a helicopter appeared in the southeast direction.