The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 654 The Barking Team makes great contributions
"The whole school bus with everyone on it? What exactly happened? Shouldn't there be a location on the school bus?" Hannah's eyes were full of worry.

"It's not clear yet. The school bus did not arrive on time. All the mobile phones on it lost their signals at 7:41, as did the school bus positioning system. I just sent a helicopter to assist in the search.

Whether it is mass kidnapping or a terrorist attack, we must consider all possibilities. "

Dana Moger finished speaking very quickly and waved to Hannah, "Hannah, follow me to Taft Elementary School. Jubal will contact the domestic intelligence department to verify the recent terrorist threat information. Jack, you have full authority." Responsible for on-site search missions.”

After saying that, she turned and left. Hannah glanced at Jack and hurriedly followed. Jack took out his phone and checked the time. It was less than half an hour before the incident happened. He unlocked the screen and called Frank.

West Chester County is a suburban county located to the north of New York City, with Connecticut to the east. Even though it is a rural place, it is very developed in terms of economic strength and education industry. The public security here is also very good, and it is a typical wealthy person. Enclave.

It is not under the control of the NYPD, but since it is a search mission, the manpower of the local county police and the FBI will definitely not be enough, especially the lack of experienced Paw Team. The New York Police Department has the largest police dog training base in the United States. At this time, Naturally, they need the support of their K9 detectives.

After hanging up the phone, Jack glanced at Jubal, who was staring blankly at the big screen. At this time, analysts from the operations center had arrived one after another, and the heads of the 26 missing students had just been projected on the big screen.

These are 26 cute little faces full of childishness. Maybe their skin colors are different, some are yellow, some are black, some are white, but the same thing is that the word "missing" is marked under each person's profile picture, which makes people feel extremely worried.

Jack took two steps forward, touched Jubal's shoulder, and reminded him in a low voice, "Why don't you call your ex-wife."

"I brought the K9 support from the NYPD. They will arrive in about 10 minutes. Is there anything else I can do to help?" After the two parties briefly introduced themselves, Jack's next words immediately confused Mayer. Sheriff De Shawn's favorability level was directly increased.

A helicopter had already set off first, and this one was specially arranged to pick him up. Jack didn't waste any time and started using the radio to contact the local county police as soon as he got on the plane.

Fifteen minutes later, the FBI helicopter dropped Jack on a country road, and a white police sergeant who looked to be in his early 30s with curly black hair came up to him.

Jack glanced at the increasingly noisy combat center, turned around, left the big office, and took the elevator to the top of the building. At this point, he just couldn't think of driving out of the city. It was most convenient to take a helicopter on a search mission.

"Samantha, it's me, have you sent the kids to school? Why not let them stay home today, no, it's okay, just in case, well, you know the rules, that's all."

Jubal's whole body trembled, and he woke up from his daze. He looked at Jack gratefully, walked to the side, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

As everyone gets along with each other over the past six months, they have gradually become familiar with each other. Jubal has two children living with his ex-wife in West Chester County, and his eldest daughter is only about the same age as the children on the screen.

Knowing that the FBI was coming, Chief Sean was somewhat emotionally resistant at first. A shocking case had occurred on his side and he was extremely busy, and he had to be criticized by the FBI who was parachuted in.

After all, in such a small place, acquaintances are often seen without looking up. The pressure he faces as the local police chief can be imagined. Moreover, in such an area with good security, the county police are usually lax, and suddenly there is such a big problem. It is inevitable to be in a hurry when doing things.

The police chief, who was already mentally prepared to be criticized, couldn't help but feel warm in his heart when he heard these words, and his attitude changed 180 degrees. "Thank you very much. There are currently three helicopters carrying out search operations nearby. They are all sent by the state police and your FBI. I have sent all my men out and set up checkpoints along the way to interrogate passing drivers, but there is no harvest yet."

"Are there no witnesses?" Jack followed him and raised his head to look around. There were woods with sparse branches on both sides of the road. Fortunately, it was late autumn and the leaves had almost fallen. Otherwise, even if the helicopter was dispatched, the effect would not be very good. .

"We haven't found anything yet. The nearest resident is half a mile away." Chief Sean walked to the location surrounded by several police cars and gestured with his hand.

"According to the final GPS positioning coordinates, this is the last determined location of the school bus, and the search range I arranged is also centered around this."

Jack looked at the police cars around him and saw that there were only five parked in total. Spreading out so many people was like looking for a needle in a haystack. He only hoped that the NYPD K9 police officers would arrive as soon as possible.

He squatted on the side of the road and checked the road carefully. There were no obvious skid marks or blood stains. It was a mixed bag of good and bad news. "Do you mind telling me about the situation you have? Are you a local?"

Depending on the size, the local police chief is usually appointed by the town mayor or mayor, and is not necessarily a local, but chiefs and ordinary police officers are usually recruited and promoted locally.

Sheriff Sean frowned, with worry, anxiety and confusion on his face, "Of course, my neighbor's child was also in that car, and I know the driver, Mike McCabe, and he is a good man. "

Seeing Jack looking directly at him, he quickly emphasized, "I mean, Mike is a good person in the true sense. He was born and raised here. He has a happy family and a happy life. You should understand me. I mean, this is a small place, and any disturbance will spread quickly."

Seeing that he was overreacting, Jack quickly expressed his understanding, "I understand what you mean. Has anything unusual happened near here recently?"

"Not at all. The people here are highly educated. Over the years, there have been occasional cases of foreign tourists drinking and fighting. There has not even been a murder case in many years." Chief Sean's eyes were a little dazed. In fact, he has been a police officer since he became a police officer. For a long time, I have never dealt with a case more serious than a fight.

It didn't sound like it was in the United States, and Jack was also a little confused. This was an ordinary two-lane road in the country, and there was no road monitoring as always.

It seems that I can only gamble my luck and call the combat center to see if I can get satellite surveillance images. To be honest, the chance of this is not high. This kind of place is too far from the city. Low-Earth satellites pass by every few hours, which is just right. The chances of getting a photo at the time of the incident are almost zero.

Fortunately, the barking team that arrived later was as reliable as ever. Six dogs spread out along the road to search the woods on both sides. In less than ten minutes, someone loudly reported on the sergeant's intercom that they had found something.

A Labrador retriever found a pile of smashed mobile phones and tablets under a pile of dead leaves. From the colorful mobile phones and childlike stickers, it was not difficult to determine the identity of the original owner.

Jack grabbed Sheriff Sean who impulsively stepped forward and said, "Don't touch anything. Put up a cordon around the area and try to avoid possible footprints."

He was picking up his cell phone to call Mike Taylor at the CSI laboratory, but he saw a dark green wool glove under a tree not far away.

(End of this chapter)