Reborn: The Rookie Detective Chapter 288 288: 288-New toy

"Wow, how did she do that?" Seeing Zoe make a grand entrance with a group of beautiful won, Emily's expression suddenly beca excited, her eyes filled with envy.

"What's wrong?" JJ beside her was a little confused.

Emily grabbed her arm, her eyes practically red with envy.

"That's Zoe Anderson! She's 37 this year, and she dared to face the cara with just lipstick on."

"Oh, really? You know her?" JJ pretended to be clueless. Back on that island, Jack had revealed all his won to her.

"Co on, she's the female politician who's been on the most fashion magazine covers this year! She doesn't even have wrinkles around her eyes, look at her cheekbones, and her expression looks so natural, no signs of surgery at all."

Ignoring Emily, who was only four or five years younger than Zoe, who was filled with envy and jealousy from afar, Zoe greeted Hondo and his female boss, Jessica Cortez, before turning to face the panicked Ash Jones.

"Mr. Jones, hello."

"You, hello, esteed councilor, what brings you here?"

Ash Jones sensed sothing was wrong, but in front of the dia, he forced an awkward smile.

"I'm pushing hard for a bill that would force private prisons to completely withdraw from California within five years."

Zoe's words imdiately shocked Ash Jones.

"In your prison, inmates are forced to work more than 10 hours a day, day and night, with only one day off a week, and are often punished for no reason, their rest days canceled."

"And what are they paid?"

Zoe paused, taking the docunts handed to her by Hannah, who had been following her.

"Less than two cents an hour! What do you take them for, Ching Chong workers, those shit heads?"

The reporters behind Ash Jones erupted in uproar. Although most of them weren't as righteous as they appeared, taking sides in any situation was basic professional etiquette.

"Mr. Jones, we heard that the prison guards working in your prison received no training before starting work, and their hourly wage is only..."

Accompanying Zoe was a reporter from a local news station, now the most famous and beautiful anchorwoman in the area.

Not long ago, she rose to fa with her exclusive report on a legendary plane crash, her reputation rivaling that of top Hollywood stars.

Seeing her hold the microphone to Ash Jones's mouth, the other dia reporters snapped out of their daze and quickly crowded around.

"This is a prison, not so country club. The guys in there deserve it, they deserve to be treated like this!"

As soon as Ash Jones uttered these words, his face contorted with rage, the room fell into a deathly silence. The reporters held their breath, their eyes gleaming.

Everyone was waiting for this clearly out-of-control guy to spew out more politically incorrect remarks. A Pulitzer Prize was a long shot, but tomorrow's headlines were guaranteed.

Ash Jones seed to finally realize his slip of the tongue and quickly shut up, much to their disappointnt.

But Zoe had achieved her goal. She tilted her head slightly, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, her smile alluring and captivating.

"Mr. Jones, I hope you'll still hold onto this mindset when you're in jail."

Zoe ca and went in a hurry, barely managing to exchange a few words with the BAU mbers, including Jack, under the watchful eyes of everyone. After a few brief pleasantries, she got into her car and drove away.

The reporter, on the other hand, stayed behind. The LAPD mbers, seemingly busy at the interview, kept glancing over at her.

"What's with that pretty female anchor? Is she…?" JJ whispered to Hannah.

"Hmph, she's dreaming. I'll handle her. According to our agreent, you're only responsible for dealing with troublemakers when you're on missions together."

Hannah's huffy expression was sowhat cute, but little did she know that their whispered plot had been overheard by soone with superhuman senses nearby.

Sure enough, the two girls had ford so kind of alliance. Jack shook his head helplessly.

Anyway, as long as they could get along peacefully, he was grateful. He had no interest in actively pursuing other girls; after all, only children want everything, and adults know it's too much to handle.

After a false alarm, the BAU team's armory was completed in less than a week.

First up were several Noveske N4 carbines using .300 BLK caliber ammunition, a new favorite of the military special forces.

This new AR-series rifle can use subsonic ammunition with a suppressor for covert operations, or supersonic ammunition to achieve the sufficient muzzle energy required for high-intensity combat.

Jack's opinion of the rifle was quite positive; having been accustod to the AR-15 in the LAPD, he was quite receptive to the AR series.

His only complaint was that as a patrol officer, he could only use the smaller 5.56 caliber model, which was clearly insufficient against certain targets.

The so-called .300 BLK caliber ammunition is actually 7.62×35mm, deliberately labeled .300 BLK to avoid confusion with the 7.62×39mm caliber used in the AK family of rifles.

Hotchner seed to really like the gun, spending several days at the shooting range with it. Perhaps he was inspired by Jack's previous performance and wanted to recapture his forr FBI SWAT form.

The sniper rifle also arrived: a Barrett MK22-MOD0-ASR, along with a bunch of caliber-changing accessories and high-precision sniper ammunition for the corresponding calibers.

This gun was an extended version, or advanced version, of the Barrett MRAD that Hannah had used in Chicago. It could be used with standard 7.62×51mm ammunition, or .300 Lapua Magnum and .338 Lapua Magnum rounds, by changing barrel accessories and other components.

Theoretically, this modular next-generation main sniper rifle could be converted to seven calibers, but because the gun ca from the military, it only ca with accessories for the three calibers ntioned above.

Therefore, if Jack wanted to try other calibers, he would have to order the corresponding barrels, magazines, and bolt heads from the manufacturer.

However, a problem arose: this sniper rifle had an effective range of 1500 ters, and there was simply no proper shooting range with such a long, suitable firing range near Los Angeles. Left with no other option,

Jack turned his attention to the Wolf brothers' small farm. After all, even a small farm could easily clear a firing range of about two kiloters, especially since the brothers had chosen the location precisely because it was deserted, allowing them to practice their beloved sniper rifles to their heart's content.