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At this time, John in the audience interrupted: "Sorry to interrupt, sir, what conditions did the prisoner put forward?"

David Rossi looked at Assistant District Attorney Sean Delmonte from the District Attorney and motioned for him to answer.

"On condition that the death penalty be commuted to life imprisonment without the possibility of parole."

Tim in the back row suddenly made a dissatisfied voice: "This kind of guy actually wants to accommodate her crimes?"

Sean Delmonte stepped forward and began to demonstrate the eloquence he had developed during courtroom battles with defense attorneys.

"This is not to accommodate criminals, this is for the families of the deceased. For a long time, the families have been looking forward to recovering the remains of their murdered relatives."

David Rossi seems to be very dissatisfied with the agreement between the D.A. and the serial killer, and directly breaks it in person.

"What about other family members who have different opinions? When we were able to arrest Dale in California, these family members were deeply relieved, because California has the death penalty. How can we give these families an explanation now?"

Sean Delmont glanced at him helplessly: "I'm sorry, but this matter is beyond the scope of the FBI's authority."

"Why does she have to go to prison? Can't she be allowed to tell where the body is hidden in prison?"

Jack pretended to be confused and interrupted the upcoming dispute between the two. David Rossi would obviously be his immediate boss in the future. It would not be a good thing to have a conflict with the district attorney at this time.

After all, things have come to this point. It is obvious that the prosecutors have taken the lead, and the FBI and the police are both facilitators.

Sean Delmont explained: "She insisted that she could not remember the specific location, and Griffith Park covers an area of ​​4,000 acres. Dale said that only by going to the scene herself could she trace her memory and find where the body was buried."

Angela looked at Nila next to her and said, "It sounds like she wants to use this as an excuse to leave the prison."

"Waiting for an opportunity to escape, so that I can resume my old career." Nila added in a tacit understanding.

"Maybe, but Dale also knows that if he can't lead us to find the three burial sites, the deal will fall through."

Sean Delmont was still speaking plausibly, but everyone in the audience rolled their eyes and started making noises. Obviously, this reason was too nonsense. The District Attorney was tossing around such an extraneous matter, and it was nothing more than an invitation. They really pretended that they had not seen the meeting. That pretty girl from Channel 8 outside?

Zoe obviously knew what her subordinates were dissatisfied about. She coughed lightly and the conference room suddenly became quiet.

"Okay, now Gray will arrange the specific tasks."

Superintendent Gray came to the podium again. The matter had been decided above, and the FBI could only express its dissatisfaction. How could they have any objections as a mere branch office.

"First, before the prisoners arrive, seal off the entire police station, stop detaining suspects, and transfer the existing suspects in custody to the Shuangta Town branch."

"Then, the beautiful troublemaker outside needs someone to keep an eye on. It's the turn of the youngest and handsomest guy in the Wilshire Police Department to show up. Watch her, Jack, and don't let her get us into trouble."

Angela smiled and pointed her hand in the shape of a pistol, pointing at the confused Jack, and whispered "biu" in her mouth, indicating that he was dead.

Angela extorted another delicious meal as hush money for Hannah. Jack pretended to be dejected and went to the gun room to get equipment. Of course, this was just a joke among friends. In fact, as the sweetheart of everyone in the bureau, Hannah This best friend is not the only spy in the Wilshire Police Department.

"Does it make you so unhappy to see me?" Taylor Kelly's makeup was particularly exquisite today. When she saw Jack, she smiled like a flower, quite like a girl next door.

"How did you get permission from the higher-ups to conduct the tracking and filming? Or did you reach some kind of deal with the person from the local prosecutor's office?"

Jack was a little curious. It was unheard of for the police to agree to let the TV station get involved in such a thing.

Tyler Kelly looked at Jack very seriously for a while, and there was actually a bit more sincerity in his eyes.

"It seems that Hannah and You are together not only because you are good-looking. Don't you think I got this opportunity through my father's relationship?"

Jack looked into those beautiful blue eyes for a moment before answering.

"Being able to become a female news anchor of Channel 8 obviously does not come just by relying on a pretty face and nepotism. Although I don't know much about your news media industry, I have seen capable professional women like you. Several of them.”

"Hmph!" Taylor Kelly obviously heard what Jack meant, and replied a little arrogantly.

"For example, Hannah's sister Zoe, right? Then I'll just take this as a compliment."

Jack was a little surprised. Could it be that Zoe is still this girl's idol?

Then he realized that with the several layers of BUFF Zoe currently had, it was really possible that just coming out publicly would be enough for this suspected lesbian guy to admire her.

"So, it was Sean Delmont who invited you? He wanted to take this a step further and remove the prefix of assistant?"

Tyler Kelly smiled and did not answer directly: "Does Hannah often praise you for being smart?"

"You can ask her that in person. She'll be back from Quantico soon."

At this time, the door of the police station garage slowly rose, and a white prison car slowly backed in. In the side door, Superintendent Gray took John and others, as well as David Rossi and the assistant prosecutor from the District Attorney. Shawn Delmont, walked out together.

"Superintendent Gray? I'm Superintendent Conandez." A balding middle-aged prison guard handed a stack of documents to the black-faced superintendent.

"The prisoner's last meal was at six o'clock, and she went to the toilet 47 minutes ago. In other words, there is no need to worry about her physiological needs for two hours, but you will"

"Don't worry, don't worry, what are these documents?" Superintendent Gray took the documents and was confused.

"The Eighth Amendment to the Constitution prohibits cruel and unusual punishment. The prisoner is now handed over to you. Please act in accordance with the law."

"Prisoners are protected by the Bill of Rights and the Higher Education Equality Act and should not expose themselves to prosecution."

Superintendent Conandez had a gloating smile on his face, as if he had successfully handed over an unexploded bomb to someone else.

"So what am I going to sign?" Superintendent Gray had never experienced anything like this before and was still a little dazed.

"An affidavit stating that I, Antonio Conandez, Superintendent of the California Department of Corrections, hereby transfer jurisdiction over Prisoner No. 081316 to Superintendent Wade Gray of the Los Angeles Police Department."

"Thank you." Superintendent Gray looked helpless, signed his name on the document, and handed it back to the other party.

"OK, bring people out." Superintendent Conandez shouted.

The prison van door opened, and a middle-aged red-haired white woman in her forties was pushed out.