The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 568 Safe House

Jack drove to the address provided by Jubal, and sure enough he saw the stolen gray Ford Fortune parked in front of a villa.

He put on his body armor, took out his HK417, carefully touched the car, and checked the interior of the car and the trunk. The Ford was unlocked and there was nothing inside.

The villa was too big for Jack to rush in alone. He squatted behind the Hellcat, waiting for reinforcements to arrive, while checking his mobile phone for the latest information just sent by the combat center. Through facial recognition, The suspect has been identified.

Mike Helton, 46 years old, lives in Queens, has no criminal record, has served in the military for seven years, is a plumber by profession, and his phone is currently turned off.

The rest of the information is still being confirmed. After all, only two hours have passed since the incident. Jack has a hunch that this case may not drag on for too long, but it will definitely not be simple.

Soon three unmarked Saber squad cars arrived, and Hannah, also wearing a body armor, got out of the car with a 12-person FBI-SWAT team.

"How is the situation?" Hannah took the Noveske N4 from Jack and checked it and asked.

"I've checked the car. It's clean. There's nothing there. The door to the villa is open and ajar. There's been no movement." Jack thought for a while, then took two more shock bombs from the trunk and put them on him. This case There was an evil spirit about him, so he thought he was prepared.

"Jubal has contacted the owner. The villa is currently idle. The family is on vacation abroad and the servants are also on vacation."

After Hannah finished speaking, the two put on tactical headsets, followed the SWAT team, and entered the villa to search.

The villa has a total of two floors, but it occupies a large area, with thirty or forty rooms of various sizes. Jack and Hannah plus the 12-person SWAT team left four people on guard in front of and behind the house, and the remaining 10 people also It took nearly 20 minutes to check the upstairs and downstairs.

"Safety!"

"Second floor is safe!"

It is indeed a rich man's villa, with seven or eight bathrooms and toilets, and even a private cinema that can accommodate seven or eight spectators.

Listening to the reports, Hannah stood on the window sill on the second floor, looking at the back garden and frowning, "There is no bus stop nearby. Is this just a place where he changes buses?"

"Maybe he knew in advance that there was no one here and used this place as a transit point. He just didn't expect us to pursue him so closely, so he ran away in a hurry?" Jack guessed.

"Seal this place down first and ask Jubal if he wants someone from CSI to come over or if he sends our own forensic team."

Although CSI is affiliated with the NYPD, its manpower and professional equipment are much better than the FBI's local crime laboratory in New York. Who knows that no American TV series has filmed the FBI's crime laboratory in the past life.

"Then let's close the team and gather downstairs." Hannah announced on the channel.

"Copy that, gather in the lobby on the first floor." The SWAT team leader responded.

Jack and Hannah also went down to the first floor and were about to push the door open when suddenly a sarcastic and slightly crazy voice spread through the loudspeaker throughout the villa.

"Hello everyone from the FBI, I'm glad you're here. It's so fast, it's beyond my imagination!"

Jack subconsciously turned sideways, pulled Hannah out of the door, and hid behind the load-bearing pillar. Other SWAT team members also looked for cover.

At the same time, the voice continued, "No, no, no, don't be afraid. I didn't mean to ambush you. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for helping me prove a point that fairness is only for the rich.

When they arrested the daughter of a billionaire, the police only took two hours and ten minutes to find her. But when they arrested the daughter of a poor man, they didn't bother to pay attention at all, and even stingy about returning a phone call! " ˆ ˆ ˆ This voice became more and more excited, even a little broken, "So I have to do this! It takes kidnapping a child from a rich family to force you to raise your head and look at me.

Now let's make a simple deal, find my daughter, this rich man's child can live, otherwise, she dies! "

After saying this, there was no more movement in the villa.

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and Jack suddenly realized that the woman who was carjacked before said that the suspect had been saying that he had no choice but for his daughter, which was confirmed here.

"Jubal, we need K9 agents here, and we need to confirm the situation of Mike Helton's daughter as soon as possible." Hannah reported the situation here to the operations center and requested reinforcements.

"But according to the file records, Mike Helton does not have a daughter." Jubal's surprised voice came from the phone.

"Let the NYPD check the report record. He said that he had contacted the police. In any case, he sent the K9 first. He used the call system inside the villa. If nothing else, the person must be hiding in a secret room. At the same time, he contacted the house Lord, ask the other party about the situation.”

Jack added from the sidelines.

"Got it, I'll contact the helicopter and it will arrive in ten minutes at the earliest."

The K9 officers arrived two minutes faster than Jubal promised. Eight minutes later, an NYPD police helicopter landed in the open space in front of the villa.

Although this area does not fall under the purview of the NYPD, not all county police are equipped with police dog units. With the coordination of the FBI, the NYPD directly sent a helicopter to send a team of K9 officers.

German Shepherd was as reliable as ever. After smelling the trunk and front and rear seats of the Ford, he led everyone into the villa, accurately found the study in the corridor on the first floor, and barked at the bookshelf.

Jack, who was following closely behind, touched the dog's head as a sign of praise and checked the bookshelf. There was no special mechanism, it was just an ordinary secret door, just open it.

Two SWAT members stepped forward to cover, and Jack forcefully opened the secret door, revealing a sturdy-looking steel door behind the bookshelf. A SWAT member carrying a hammer came forward and banged the steel door a few times. But only a few shallow marks were left.

"This thing should be useless. This door is made of pure steel." Jack knew from the sound that the door-breaking hammer was useless. It couldn't be opened by human power.

This is obviously some kind of safe room, a small shelter built by rich people who are afraid of death. It can also be used as a small vault to store valuables.

At this time, the somewhat crazy voice rang again, "No, no, no, don't waste your efforts. You won't be able to break in even if you spend a month this way, but I still have to warn you.

If you try this again, I'm going to kill this girl. Come here, Chloe, say hi to the FBI and let them know you're here. Come on. "

Under the urging of the other party, a girl's slightly crying voice soon came from the speaker, "I'm Chloe. I'm fine. I'm just a little scared."

Why can't every case he encounters go smoothly? What's wrong with this? As the plot unfolded, Jack was speechless.

After the girl finished speaking, Mike Helton's voice sounded again, "Like I said, as long as you find my daughter, I promise not to hurt Chloe.

But your time is limited, only 2 hours and 10 minutes. Since you can find Chloe so quickly, there is no reason why you can't find my daughter in the same time. "

"Fake, this has become our fault." Hannah kicked the bookshelf angrily, lowered her head and walked out of the study.

(End of this chapter)