The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 1137 Departure - Devil's Island

"You don't look well." Jack felt that he had gone a little too far when he found Dr. Goosby vomiting violently in the bathroom.

After all, he is just an ordinary man. Perhaps he has certain expertise in his professional field, but it does not mean that he can respond to sudden life-and-death crises at any time like special forces soldiers like SEAL Team B.

"I'm fine, just a little too nervous." Dr. Goosby wiped the sour water from the corner of his mouth, turned on the faucet and washed his face with cold water.

"Just thinking about the fate of the entire city hanging in my hands makes my stomach twist."

Jack took a few tissues and handed them to him. "Don't think so. We have a backup plan, right? In fact, all we really need to do is to rescue the 81 hostages.

You don’t have to think of yourself as a hero saving the world, just do your best.”

The doctor showed a helpless expression, "Thank you, I feel much better after hearing what you said."

"I've worked with Jason Hayes and his SEALs many times. They are the best soldiers I've ever met. As long as we can successfully infiltrate Alcatraz, you only need to be responsible for the part you are good at, just like we did in Seoul before."

Jack paused here, and then carefully looked at Gusby's ugly face, "Of course, if you really think you are not qualified for this mission, I will apply for your withdrawal.

Don't worry, no one will make things difficult for you, let alone cause you trouble for this."

Jack wasn't being hypocritical when he said this; he really wanted to take this person with him, but he couldn't force him if he really didn't want to.

"No, no, no, I won't quit." Goosby shook his head repeatedly.

It is said that a man is a boy until he dies. Even if he lives to be seventy or eighty years old, if you put a transformation device in his hand, he will be able to straighten his hunched old waist and pose for a transformation.

Previously in South Korea, the doctor was opened the door to a new world. It turned out that the life of the field agents in the bureau was so exciting, which really opened his eyes.

Although he did not witness the scene in person where he was defusing the bomb on the rooftop while Jack was killing people in the suite below, some things are often much richer in one's imagination than in one's own eyes.

A chemistry PhD was not content to teach and educate people in the university and harm young and beautiful girls, but instead went to the FBI to apply to become a chemical weapons expert. Goosby has some adventurous genes.

"Give me some time, and I will recall the training I received." The doctor promised.

Just like Red did in the beginning, as long as one is a formal agent, even if it is a non-field position, he or she will receive basic training and assessment when joining the FBI.

Jack smiled, patted Goosby on the shoulder, and gave him a little advice.

"OK, it's still early. Even if the higher-ups give the order right away, it won't start until late at night. I'll find someone to help you familiarize yourself with the weapons and equipment in advance, and then we'll find a place to have a good rest and get enough rest."

"Then leave him to me." An unexpected voice suddenly appeared, which made Jack a little surprised. Clay leaned against the door of the men's restroom, folded his arms and looked at the two of them with a smile.

"When did you come back?" Jack was a little surprised.

"As soon as the case in Mexico was solved, we flew directly to San Francisco. Everyone is here. Since we are fighting alongside Team B this time, how can I be left out?"

Clay punched Jack on the shoulder, his tone jokingly complaining.

"Of course I have to hide you, otherwise what if Jason sees how lively you are now and snatches you back to inherit his position as captain?" Jack also made a joke. Obviously, Clay should have met with his old friends before coming to him.

"I'm very satisfied with my current life." Clay subconsciously patted his left leg, which had long since recovered, to make his position clear.

"It's just a joke." Jack punched him on the shoulder. "Then I'll leave Dr. Goosby to you. Make sure he's in the best condition for action."
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After dinner, the team members confirmed to participate in the operation, including the old British agent Mason, were sent to rest. Only the captain and deputy captain of Team B, Jason Hayes, Ray Perry and Jack stayed to discuss the specific details of the operation with several military and FBI operations experts.

".The operation time is set at 1 a.m. If everything goes well, you can complete the mission objectives before dawn. The heavy fog in the early morning will be the best cover for your evacuation. Do you have any other questions?"

After listening to the entire action plan, Jack couldn't help but frowned, "Regarding the delivery method, I am against sending it to the sea via helicopter, it is simply unnecessary.

Alcatraz is only about 2 kilometers away from the coastline, and we can swim directly there underwater."

A military expert looked embarrassed, "Agent Tawalle, you don't know that although Alcatraz is located in the bay and has an average depth of only 6 meters, it is full of rocks and caves, and the seabed terrain is extremely complex, resulting in many unpredictable undercurrents under the sea.

That's why we designed this delivery plan. First, two Seahawk helicopters will camouflage and patrol to deceive the enemy, while the Assault One you are riding will fly in from a low altitude and get as close as possible to a sufficient distance before delivering. "

"Wouldn't that still be the same as telling the enemy we were coming? We might as well just go over there in a rubber boat and hope their searchlights miss us."

Jack looked at Jason speechlessly. He was not an expert in this area, but SEALs were professionals in this field and had abundant experience. He thought there should be a more reliable way of delivery.

"We can use a 'shallow sea transporter' and use an unmanned submersible to navigate ahead to avoid possible undercurrents."

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Sure enough, Jason and Ray Perry just whispered a few words and came up with a better solution.

The so-called "shallow sea transport vehicle", also called the Mark-8 underwater submersible, is actually a small open submarine that can accommodate one person and is operated by hooks on both sides of the hull, which can carry additional combat personnel and equipment.

This thing can run at a speed of 7 knots underwater, which means that if they go out to sea from Fisherman's Wharf, they can reach Alcatraz in less than 15 minutes.

At 12 o'clock in the evening, the operation order was issued from His Excellency the President. At 1 o'clock in the morning, all the team members involved in the operation put on diving equipment and lined up at the dock.

"Okay, everyone listen, I'll repeat the plan again." Jason stood in front of everyone with black waterproof paint on his face.

"Mr. Mason is our guide, and Jack is in charge of following us. Our priority target is those missiles. Dr. Goosby is an expert, and he will be responsible for removing the fuses of those missiles."

He looked at Clay, whose face was also painted, and said, "I'll leave the doctor to you, Clay. I hope your skills are not rusty yet."

Clay puffed out his chest in high spirits, "Yes, sir!"

"After we resolve the threat of those poison gas missiles, we will fire the green flare and wait for reinforcements. If the priority goal cannot be achieved, we will try to rescue the hostages and evacuate on our own. The Air Force will be responsible for executing the backup plan. Do you understand?"

Jason's eyes flashed across everyone's faces. Except for the old agent Mason, including Jack and the nervous-looking Goosby, everyone straightened their chests like Clay.

"understand!"

"set off!"

(End of this chapter)