Time waits for no one, Jack immediately went back to the hotel with two NCIS agents to pack their luggage. When they rushed back to Honolulu Airport again, an emergency small jet business jet was already ready on the runway.
"We must stop them at all costs. Huh? Okay, no one is allowed to touch the body until the CDC arrives. After that, they'll be responsible for following up on the conditions of all passengers, including the crew.
This case will be led by NCIS's OSP division, and the command center will be set up in their operations center.
The information is confidential for the time being, and any words containing biological threats or viruses cannot be disclosed to the public. There is currently no evidence that those carrying the virus are inclined to launch terrorist attacks.
Theoretically, the virus is not airborne. It is not easy to be infected unless there is long-term close contact with an infected person or contact with body fluids. OK, the plane is about to take off. Be safe, John, I'll call you later."
Jack hung up the phone and saw that everyone was looking at him. He shrugged helplessly, "My friends in the LAPD and your two OSP agents 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 stop all the passengers in time. The deceased woman's name is Sharon Walker, and her specific identity is still under investigation."
"This is a disaster! This is the first time in my life I've ever hoped for a flight delay, and it's surprisingly on time," Hannah complained.
As they spoke, the plane began taxiing down the runway. It was a small Cessna business jet. The seats weren't exactly comfortable, as the cabin was cramped, arranged 3x3 facing the aisle, making it perfect for chatting.
Unfortunately, no one was in the mood for small talk. After all, they had just experienced a rollercoaster of emotions. They had thought that finding the virus meant everything was over. They
had just sat on the beach, ready to enjoy the scenery of Hawaii, but things had taken a sudden turn for the worse, with so many bad things happening one after another. It was truly a mess.
Less than an hour after takeoff, Cheng Hao had been in the cockpit twice. He was a little embarrassed when he emerged the second time. "The pilot said if I pushed him any harder, the rivets on the plane's skin would come loose,"
Danny complained. "For God's sake, Cheng Hao, stop pushing the pilot. As a human being, I think a safe landing is more important than anything else."
Karen fiddled with the computer for a long time before finally giving up. The satellite network on this plane was terrible, so he took the initiative to tease Danny. "It sounds like you've never jumped out of a plane before?"
"Of course. Besides you two, there are five of us here, and no one has intentionally jumped out of a plane, right?" Danny found the question baffling.
"Except me. I have extensive paragliding experience, with an instructor's license." Cheng Hao raised his hand.
"Believe me, Danny, if you ever jumped from 32,000 feet (9,700 meters) and didn't open your parachute until 3,000 feet (914 meters), you'd love it." Jack smiled back.
Danny was dumbfounded. "Jack, maybe you should really tell me what you've been through all these years?"
While Jack thought it might be unlucky to tell certain stories while on a plane, he had nothing better to do. He thought for a moment and gave a quirky smile.
"Weren't you curious about why I ventured into the jungle alone? So, would you like to hear the real story of how I was stranded on a deserted island after a plane crash?"
Danny ⊙⊙! —
Rewinding the clock to 45 minutes ago, John Nolan, the former rookie, was now mentoring new recruits. He was on duty in his "workroom" (a police car), with a young girl with distinct Indian features sitting in the passenger seat beside him.
Taking one look at the newcomer's listless demeanor, the caring uncle offered a kind reminder, "You look like you need to work on adjusting to the new work rhythm."
It would have been fine if he hadn't said it, but the moment he did, the Indian girl yawned and straightened up in shock. "Sorry, John, my sleep cycle has been completely messed up lately. It was fine back in the academy."
"I had a similar problem back then. I know it's tough for a newcomer, but you have to prioritize sleep. Otherwise, it's hard to handle emergencies."
John turned down the heat and slowly pulled to the side of the road.
"I don't know what it is, but every night, as soon as my head hits the pillow, I'm completely awake."
The new female officer seemed to have become familiar with John. As soon as she saw where he'd parked, she reached for her seatbelt and thanked him profusely. "Thank you. I think I could use more coffee. Yours will be on me."
A short time later, the new female officer returned to the car with two cups of coffee. John was still reminiscing, "When my son Henry was little, we did everything we could 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. And there were also swaddling techniques—I'm still very proficient in them.
The new female officer's expression was strained. "I don't think the methods you're talking about are suitable for me."
John was about to say something when his eyes suddenly froze in front of the intersection. After a moment, he exchanged glances with the new female officer beside him. "Selena, was that person pushing a coffin?"
"Hmm, so it wasn't just an illusion from being too sleepy." It seemed that this new female officer, Selena, had just as much sense of humor as John.
A police car passed by, flashing its lights twice, and stopped a passerby pushing a coffin.
John got out, a look of confusion on his face. "Honestly, I have so many questions I don't know where to begin. So, how about starting with where you're going?" "
The man pushing the coffin was a white man in his 30s. Seeing that he was stopped and questioned by two police officers, his expression became very solemn. "Let's go to the bar on 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 this... uh." John pointed at the coffin. "I mean, there's someone in there, 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 that, John became a little confused. Can you still see someone after they die?
"To be honest, I don't understand. I have no idea what you're talking about. Sorry, can you open the coffin lid?"
"Of course." The man opened the coffin lid very readily, and a guy sat up inside, which scared both John and Selina.
"Are we there 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 tone was eight degrees higher.
The guy in the coffin was very happy to help explain, "Oh, we just found this thing on the other side of the road. It's cool to play with it, isn't it?"
"But you just told us to have one last drink and never see each other again." Selina suspected that the two guys were deliberately teasing the police.
The guy who pushed the coffin all the way still kept that gloomy look, "That's right, he's moving to San Fernando Valley tomorrow, so who can say what will happen in the future."
John rubbed his eyebrows hard, "Damn, I feel like a red-hot knife is stuck in my brain. "
Fortunately, the sound of a call from the intercom broke the damn awkwardness at this time, and the voice of the new police superintendent Tim Bradford came from inside.
"John, rush to Los Angeles Airport immediately, it's a big event, put on a mask and gloves, Jack needs the help of LAPD."
John turned and left, without turning back to remind the two idiots, "Put the coffin back where you found it!"
"What happened?" Seeing her instructor excitedly sounded the siren and set off on the road, Selina, a rookie, hadn't figured out the situation yet.
"I don't know, but as long as 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 stepped on the accelerator as he said.
(End of this chapter)