The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 44
"what?!"

Just as Chuck was watching the live video broadcast of his younger brother incarnate as the punisher, and Jane stared dumbfounded at Chuck not knowing how to complain, the old white male boss of the FBI came over with a sudden change of expression on the phone.

"Sir, what happened?"

Jane was attracted to attention.

"The Olsen Villa is under heavy attack, requesting reinforcements."

The old white male boss rushed out of the hospital with an ugly expression: "Everyone follow me!"

Jane froze and subconsciously looked at Chuck.

Chuck put away his phone and followed quickly.

Jane followed quickly.

outside the hospital.

The female sheriff drove the police car, nodded to Chuck and Jane who came out, and left expressionlessly.

Everyone got into the car and drove towards Olson's villa at full speed.

"Sir, did the call for help come directly to you?"

Jane suddenly thought of a question.

"Correct."

The old white male boss had a dark face and didn't want to speak.

After all, he has been an agent for many years and has been promoted to the leadership position of the local branch, so he still has some abilities.

This unexpected situation not only made him worry about how bad the follow-up impact would be if something happened to the Olson family, but also made him understand what Jane and Chuck said that the previous case was related to the Olson family. that's it.

Otherwise, in this case, the Olsen family should immediately seek help from the nearby tribal police station instead of calling directly to his mobile phone that just arrived.

What does this mean?
It is clear that he does not trust the tribal police station, but is so concerned about the FBI responsible for the case.

No billionaire would be so bored, not caring about the beauties of Xiangche, caring so much about people like them who do the dirty work.

there is only one truth.

But this is not the truth he wants.

The vacation home of the Olsen family was far away from the city and town, and even after being urged by the old white male boss to go full speed, it took 40 minutes to arrive.

"What the hell?!"

As soon as they drove into the villa, everyone was armed and alert, and they were indeed greeted with long guns and short guns, but it was not the kind expected by the old white male boss.

But they saw that reporters had arrived in front of the villa by helicopter, and the ground and air were broadcasting simultaneously.

The most troublesome situation happened.

Troublesome media forces stepped in.

The old white male boss had no choice but to bite the bullet and get out of the car, facing the reporter's long guns and short cannons, and led people into the villa amid repeated explanations without comment.

At this moment, the villa is very quiet, there is no movement at all.

But the heartbeat of the old white male boss is about to miss, because traces of violent firefights can be seen from time to time.

The heavily armed bodyguards fell crookedly on the ground.

The walls and decorations were broken in many places.

There are also some places that are obviously traces of violent explosions.

Too tragic.

Jane's face turned pale.

It was the first time she had seen such a big scene.

It feels like the battlefield is nothing more than that.

Chuck stood beside Jane with a calm expression, watching the old white male boss command his subordinates to pass the sound safely with standard tactics, and move inside step by step.

How to say that sentence: Safety first!

"clear!"

After searching the last place and shouting the safety reminder, the old white male boss heaved a sigh of relief, straightened up and walked out from behind the bunker, looking at the middle-aged man who was shot dead on the study seat with a pistol in his hand, Sighed.

The worst happened.

A billionaire Wyoming oil tycoon with close ties to the Department of Energy died in his presence.

The old white male boss looked at Chuck subconsciously, and asked a classic question: "Dr. Wolf, what do you think?"

"It's done by professionals."

Chuck said something calmly, feeling very satisfied in his heart.

This younger brother, who was able to single-handedly wipe out these heavily armed men who were clearly prepared while his injuries were still not recovering, was indeed very talented.

It's a pity that it is too debuffed on the female sage, otherwise it may not be able to compete with the real punisher.

"..."

The old white male boss was speechless.

Isn't this nonsense!

If the criminals who can do this kind of thing are not professionals, then what is a professional?
"Sir!"

An FBI agent came in with a flustered expression: "Go and see!"

"what happened again?"

The old white male boss said impatiently.

Things are already like this, how could it go any worse?
"When the reporters heard the news, they all gathered outside the basement entrance behind the villa, and wanted to go in to film and interview."

The FBI agent said anxiously.

"Stop them! Don't go in!"

The old white male boss's face changed, and he hurried to the back of the villa while giving orders.

As we all know, American houses generally have supporting basements, which are used to store old things that are not used temporarily, and to take refuge in natural disasters and man-made disasters.

There are only pros and cons.

Because of the increasing demand for crime in the United States, the basement of every family has suddenly become the best place to kidnap and imprison others. Most of the perverted prisoner cases that have been exposed are in the basement, so that some places have directly issued laws prohibiting the lock of the basement. .

That's not the case for the basements of ordinary people's houses, let alone the basements of billionaires' vacation homes.

God knows how rich it is.

When the old white male boss heard this, his scalp became numb, and he was afraid that something extraordinary would be photographed. Then it would definitely add fuel to the fire.

After finally forcibly blocking a group of reporters from the cordon, the old white male boss took a deep breath and asked his subordinates to open the door of the basement entrance, and rushed in in a tactical formation.

Jane and Chuck followed.

"Holy shit!"

"Fake!"

As soon as Jane entered, she heard the uncontrollable exclamation of her colleagues from the front. When she went down the stairs and walked into the basement, she was stunned. .

Chuck avoided the spitting Jane and walked over.

However, the basement is really different from ordinary basements. Walking down the stairs is a long corridor. Under the lights, there are rows of glass showcases on both sides of the corridor, making people feel like they are in a horror wax man's museum.

Chuck continued to walk forward, walking through a long corridor, and at the end was a branched corridor that formed a T-shape with the corridor, and there were still rows of glass showcases on both sides.

156!

Chuck, who is most sensitive to numbers, immediately had this number in his mind.

What is dire and vicious?
If the owner of the villa who was lying on his back after being shot in the forehead could still speak in the study, it would be truly appropriate to say this.

Compared with his billionaire father, Matt Olson, who killed 5 people because of emotional disputes, is indeed just a child.

"Is that Agent Aaron Hotchner?"

The calm voice of the old white male boss suddenly sounded in the basement, but seeing him looking at the horrible basement, his face was pale at first, then he picked up his mobile phone and dialed a number and said a few words, then his expression became more calm, and he greeted his subordinates With a questioning look, he said seriously: "I have notified the BAU's supervisory agents, and they will arrive soon. This matter is no longer under our control. We just need to seal off the scene before their arrival."

(End of this chapter)