The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 659 Lost Jack

To be honest, Jack missed the BAU team a little. With Red here, even if there was a lack of road surveillance, he could draw a rough map and analyze which places might be used to hide such a big school bus and 26 children.

In this case, at least the search operation still ongoing in West Chester County will not be so clueless.

Agent Lacroix also agreed with Jack's view. The other party launched such a large-scale campaign and kidnapped 26 elementary school students in one go, but only offered a ransom of 100 million US dollars. No matter how you look at it, there is a strange feeling about it.

It was still some time before the evening rush hour, and the road conditions were not bad. Jack reminded Hannah before approaching the destination.

She immediately unbuckled her seatbelt and began to quickly change clothes. Although Jack's outfit was formal, it did not affect his movements. Hannah's professional skirt and high heels did not work.

Although it is most likely just a search operation later, if she encounters an enemy, she cannot be allowed to tear off her skirt, kick off her high heels and fight with others, although the latter is considered a classic scene in the movie.

"You can keep this outfit. Maybe next time we can try the feeling of "Secretary" (the movie "Secretary", good boy, don't watch it)." Jack chuckled.

"I played your female boss just now. Don't you hope you are the one who gets whipped?" Hannah rolled her eyes at him cutely, and didn't bother to take off her stockings. She curled up her long legs and put on her jeans directly.

Jack was imagining some scenes, and when Hannah said that he was a female boss, the face of the heroine in the scene instantly changed into Dana Moage, which scared him so much that he shuddered and quickly waved it away. This was really a bit perverted. .

The extravagance and waste in the United States is quite shocking. It is very normal not to turn off the lights or heating when going out, as if you never know what the switch is for.

It's a pity that there is no subsequent route of action drawn on the map, nor is there any information such as the destination.

Hannah, who was rummaging through another trash can, also found something. The packaging box of an anonymous mobile phone had an identification code on it. She immediately took a photo of it and sent it to the combat center. Unfortunately, the technician informed that the mobile phone was currently shut down. .

After getting off the car and walking up the stairs to the second floor, the two of them listened to the door of one of the rooms for a moment to make sure there was no one inside. Jack took out the lockpicking tool and opened the door.

But this also verified one thing. This room was indeed used by someone. Looking at the piles of pizza boxes piled on the table in the bedroom, it seemed that he was not very hygienic.

Jack closed the door gently, and he and Hannah covered their noses and began to rummage around. The room was very messy, and the space was small and things were piled up in a mess. The two focused on the two trash cans, and they soon made a discovery.

Fortunately, the bearer mobile phone is not really bearer. Even if you pay cash to buy it, you still need to fill in the registered identity information when purchasing according to the requirements. However, the store owner generally does not have the ability or ability to verify the authenticity.

The studio apartment is the simplest type of apartment. Apart from the bedroom and bathroom, there is neither a living room nor a balcony. As soon as the door is opened, a warm breeze mixed with a strange smell hits the face.

"They probably planned the attack here." Jack found a printed Google satellite map from a pile of crumpled papers. On it, a twisted line was drawn with a water pen. It was the missing car. Daily routes taken by school buses.

But this is enough. If this mobile phone is purchased in bulk, then multiple numbers that may exist under the same registration information can be regarded as related to the kidnappers.

After continuing to search, the two tried their best to restore everything to its original state, and then left the small apartment. Jack closed the door and came to the corridor. He immediately took out his mobile phone and called Danny, asking him to send a few more people over. Keep an eye on this place 24 hours a day.

Today, the FBI's New York office is severely understaffed. The person responsible for arresting Givens' girlfriend Terry Prader was Danny. He would use various excuses to refuse the other party's request to see a lawyer and extend the arrest time as much as possible. If there is any trouble afterwards, the NYPD is helping the FBI anyway. If the Department of Justice really wants to cause trouble for this, just leave it to the FBI. If the two sides start to argue a little more, the matter will be settled. It was a small tacit understanding between the two parties.

There are windows on the side of the corridor, and you can see the patio of the apartment building. Many old-fashioned brownstone buildings in New York have that kind of structure. Two L-shaped townhouses form a rectangle, leaving an empty space in the middle to form this kind of uninterrupted atmosphere all day long. How can I see the sunshine from the patio?

I don’t know what the original designers were thinking. Maybe they thought this space in the middle could be used as a small garden or something else. In fact, over time it became a garbage dump.

There are also small doors in the courtyard that lead to various stairs, but generally no one goes there because no one knows whether they will meet drug addicts secretly hiding in the corner and getting high, or who don't know what they are doing inside. Bad little bastard.

Coincidentally, just as Jack opened the window through the iron bars, intending to give himself a small cigar while waiting for Danny's police officers to come to watch, he happened to be talking to a tall man. The white men looked at each other, and both of them were stunned. The white man subconsciously stopped.

Jack wanted to pretend to be nonchalant and look away before reminding Hannah next to him, but the guy downstairs was extremely alert and immediately turned around and walked out.

In public, Jack pulled out his pistol and couldn't directly fire it. He had no choice but to shout, "Sam Givens, FBI, stop and don't move."

Hannah was extremely alert. When she saw Jack pulling out a gun and pointing it at the patio, she instantly realized what was happening. She immediately took out the gun and turned around and ran towards the safe passage. "I went around to intercept him."

"Bang!" Jack almost shouted a warning and at the same time he put the Glock in his hand on the iron railing of the window and fired. Although it was a bit illegal, he couldn't care less at this time. He turned around and bit it to death when he saw that the person on the other side had already opened fire. Just the gun.

This shot hit Givens's back near the shoulder blade of his right shoulder, and could not be aimed at the vital point. This guy was the only clue now, and it would be troublesome if he was killed directly.

Givens turned around and ran away, a flower of blood burst out from his right shoulder, and he staggered. Perhaps because he had served as a soldier, he was so stubborn that he just let out a muffled groan and disappeared through a small door without looking back. later.

Jack was so anxious that he stretched out his hand to tear off the anti-theft iron railing as thick as his little finger, jumped downstairs from the window and chased after him.

"Ah!" Several passing residents who heard the gunfire screamed in the corridor and squatted down to look at this side. Jack hesitated for a moment and then looked at the small steel bars welded to the window. , finally gave up on this too shocking move, turned around and rushed to the safe passage on the other side.

Then he got lost.
When other people travel through time, they either have a clairvoyant sling and a magic weapon like the Demon-Breaking Revolver, or they have a portable space radar system. When it comes to Jack's turn, he only has one useless system that he can add to. He has a healing skill. Those who didn’t know better thought he had changed his job to become a priest.

He usually doesn't have roadblocks, and he doesn't have much trouble with his sense of direction. However, no one has cared about the safety passage on the first floor of this shabby apartment building for who knows how long. There is a lot of debris piled below, and there are no signage. They were all painted with all kinds of messy graffiti.

Jack was stunned and had to go around twice in the maze-like safety passage before he got out. When he ran into the back alley, he only saw Hannah holding her knees and gasping for breath and the squeaking brakes coming from the far corner.

Without bothering to say hello to him, Hannah used a Bluetooth headset to quickly dial to notify Jubal in the operations center, "Givens drove a dark gray Chevrolet southbound and was shot in the right shoulder!"

A few minutes later, Jack returned to the car and punched the steering wheel angrily. He almost caught the guy. After joining the FBI, he had handled so many cases, and it seemed that this was the first time he had escaped from under him. The fell guy.

"The traffic is terrible. There was obviously a traffic jam when we came here. How come there was no traffic jam when the bad guys escaped?" Someone who had nowhere to vent his anger began to blame the blame randomly.

(End of this chapter)