The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 570 The Weakness of the Safe House

Jubal was obviously aware of his problem and wanted to say something more. After thinking about it, he put down the microphone in his hand. They now lacked "chips" and no matter what they said, they would be regarded as talking nonsense.

Jack poured a glass of water and put it in his hand, signaling him to calm down first.

"Do you think what he said is true?" Jubal took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and asked.

"From a purely logical point of view, Helton does not look like an ordinary delusional patient, so there are only two possibilities, either what he said is true and he does have a daughter who is not registered.

Whether biological or informally adopted by him, the girl did disappear or ran away from home. "Jack poured himself a glass and said slowly.

"So what about the second possibility?" Jubal asked impatiently.

"The second possibility is that this guy is a thoughtful paranoiac. Not only did he imagine a daughter, he also made up a whole set of logically self-consistent stories. We can't find his daughter at all, and we can't expose his story. fantasy."

Jubal rolled his eyes angrily, "This joke is not funny at all. The NYPD police officers sent to his residence have confirmed through his neighbors that there is indeed a girl who has been living with him for half a year."

Jack shook his head and motioned for him to let him finish, "That girl might have been kidnapped by him, forced to live with him, and then found a chance to successfully escape.

Or maybe it's his live-in girlfriend who he fantasizes is his daughter. There are too many such things, don't say you haven't seen them before. "

Jubal looked at Jack blankly, the hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air, "But what do you mean you can't break his fantasy, as long as we find the girl."

"Even if he finds the girl, he may not be able to match her with the daughter in his fantasy. Instead, he will think that we have found a fake one to trick him, and then shoot Chloe directly in the head. .”

Jubal's hand shook for a moment, and he didn't notice the water spilling on his hand. Fortunately, the old American didn't have the habit of drinking hot water, otherwise his hands would have felt hot at this moment. ?”

"Maybe." Jack shrugged, "But the second possibility is unlikely. According to what the lady who was carjacked before said, he is not the kind of bad guy who has completely lost his mind."

"Good guys don't kidnap innocent girls." Jubal muttered, found a computer to sit down, and started to work.

After all, "Bad luck always comes in threes", regardless of whether there is the second possibility that Jack speculated, they must prepare for the worst possibility, such as finding a way to break in.
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"We contacted the homeowner, Henry Kirken, and they do know Helton." There has been no reply from Hannah yet, but Dana Moger from the operations center sent the video again.

"Helton is their maintenance man, that's why he knows so much about the safe house. He installed the internal pipelines and other things by himself. Are those nerds still unable to do anything about the explosion-proof door?"

Jubal shook his head, "That door is as thick as a vault door. In addition to the electronic lock, there are two manual steps to open it. After it is closed from the inside, it can only be opened from the inside. We need the parameters of the entire safe house to find other breakthroughs. .”

"The designer of the safe house has been found. It is a security system contractor called Wanquan. Jack will bring a few SWAT members and go there now. Are there any questions?" Dana Moger said.

"Uh" Jubal was still struggling with Jack's previous inference, and he hesitated before asking, "Did the homeowner Henry Kirken mention his family's views on Helton? For example, mental illness, or drug abuse Medicine and the like." Hearing him mention this, Dana Moger obviously hesitated and showed a rather strange expression, "I don't know what to say. He said Helton is a good person. In fact, His original words were 'He is the most loyal and honest person I have ever met'."

Jubal's tense expression was obviously relieved, "So he is not a psychopath?"

"Probably not, why do you ask?" Dana Moge was a little confused.

Putting aside the exchange between the two men, after Jack obtained the information of the security system contractor, he rushed to Yonkers in the north and found the CEO and designer of that company, a tall, thin man with gentle manners and glasses. Middle-aged white man.

Upon hearing the FBI's intention, the CEO named Dole Johnson seemed quite excited and took Jack and two SWAT members to a basement.

"So far, we have built a total of twelve of these safe houses, each with a base price of $200 million."

"It seems that the structure of this room is exactly the same as the one you built for the Kirken family?" The safe house covers an area of ​​about forty or fifty square meters. Jack could see almost it after walking around.

"Yes, uh. Of course the furniture may be different. This is what the owner of the house configured himself." After being stared at by two eager SWAT team members, the CEO, who was originally quite proud of his own design that stumped the FBI, then replied. I came to my senses and calmed down a little.

"Is there any backdoor in this system? For example, it can allow people to sneak into it without anyone noticing." Although he knew that this question was a bit retarded, Jack still had to ask, just in case.

"Of course not." Doll Jonsson said resolutely. This security company is obviously not large in scale, and it specializes in business for wealthy people. The CEO's job scope obviously includes sales. This person immediately became serious. introduction.

"There are no weak points. This is the core of our design. The walls are all made of high-grade concrete, with reinforcing steel bars every 12 inches (30 centimeters). They are all individually wired. Even if the electronic system fails, the backup system can"

Jack had to interrupt quickly. If it were normal times, as a half-master of craftsmanship, he would also like to have a good communication with the designer, but now that time is tight, he can't let this person talk so much.

"Uh, sorry, we have limited time now. Let me summarize, once it is closed from the inside, there is no other way except using physical means to force entry, right?"

"Of course." Doll Jonson nodded confidently.

"What about the ceiling? Is it reinforced with steel bars?" Jack pointed to the top of his head. He didn't know if it was to prevent claustrophobia. The clear height of this basement was nearly four meters, so it wouldn't be a problem for an elephant to get in.

"We provide this optional service, but most customers think it is a bit excessive, including the Kirken family, so... this is the weakness you want." Doll Jonson showed a sly smile unique to profiteers. .

(End of this chapter)