The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

Staying at the scene until noon, watching the people from the medical examiner's office take away the body, Jack was about to go back to the office to ask Red and Garcia about the progress. John, who had also been at the scene with them until now, found him with his mobile phone. he.

"A lady called and said she'd seen the guy."

An hour later, Jack and Emily met the caller in the city center who claimed to have seen the murderer. She was a slightly fat white woman, and her slightly pungent perfume could be smelled from a few meters away. taste.

"I'm not sure if it was him, but he was clearly out of control."

According to the chubby lady’s account, she was in an emergency at the time, so while making a phone call, she found a taxi on the side of the road, opened the back door and got in.

But then she was inexplicably kicked out by the angry driver, and the two had a big fight in the street. The seemingly strong taxi driver didn't seem to want to get into trouble and drove away in a hurry.

"I was so angry that he treated a customer who was about to pay like this. After discovering that it was a black car, he planned to call the police, but he only had time to write down the last two digits of his license plate."

As she spoke, she showed the two numbers "33" written in oil on the back of her hand.

Jack rolled his eyes silently in his mind, not knowing why this was worth recording.

"OK, can you remember anything special, something that makes you feel abnormal?" Maybe this is the difference between men and women. Emily is more patient than others.

"Uh," the fat lady thought for a long time, and then she seemed to suddenly react, "Ah, yes, when I got into the car, he seemed to be listening to something."

"What do you mean?" Jack asked.

"He recorded some stupid words himself, talking to himself, some kind of illusory disguise, etc. I didn't pay attention to what they were." The fat lady seemed a little impatient.

"How long will you probably have to ask?"

Feeling that there was nothing she could ask if she continued to ask, Emily waved to the two police officers on the side.

"You may also need your help to look at some more photos, and there will be a sketch artist to help you complete a portrait. I'm sorry to waste your time, but you are actually helping to save other people's lives."

The two drove away from the city center, and Jack took a deep breath. "She should be grateful for the weird perfume she was wearing. That smell definitely saved her life."

Jack and Emily returned to the office with two Margherita pizzas and the signature tiramisu from a downtown pizzeria called Mozzarella.

Seeing Garcia hurried over, picked up a slice of pizza and started to eat, Jack curiously asked, "How is Red's equipment list and the tracking of those chemical reagents?"

Garcia patted his trembling chest confidently, "The program is automatically searching, and the results should be available soon."

As she was speaking, her cell phone suddenly rang, "Found it!"

Garcia screamed, pushed the two-bitten pizza into Jack's hand, and rushed to the elevator, almost knocking Rosie as she was about to enter.

"What happened?" Rossi didn't know why, so he was surrounded by people and entered the elevator.

"It's incredible. It's amazing. Every piece of equipment in Red's list corresponds to it, including large barrels of methanol and high doses of chloroform. The address is here."

A picture of a fat white man with a messy beard appeared on Garcia's computer.

"Umberto Muller, 34, is this guy."

"Can you find the license plate information in his name?" Emily asked quickly.

"8Q49933."

"Inform the LAPD, let's go!" Rossi gave the order, and everyone put on their equipment and headed straight to the parking lot.

Considering that it was close to 24 hours since the suspect kidnapped the girl, everyone immediately sounded the siren and rushed to the address found by Garcia with lights flashing.

Because the "Mammoth" had been modified to be bulletproof, Jack insisted on going on a mission during this period. Emily had to follow him in this car, while Jiejie drove a Saban and took Rosie and Red to blow the horn in front. Clear the way.

The suspect's home is a relatively rare masonry house. When everyone arrived, LAPD police cars had already surrounded the building from front to back.

John, who was holding a shotgun, was loading breaching ammunition against the door. Tim and the other LAPD officers were all wearing heavy body armor and helmets, and were waiting to take action with assault rifles.

"boom!"

"LAPD!"

As the front door lock was knocked off by a door-breaking bullet, the LAPD filed in, and Jack led the BAU people straight to the backyard.

According to their previous profile, the suspect has at least one self-built laboratory, which occupies a small area and is unlikely to be used as a living space.

Sure enough, when they went around to the back of the house, they saw a warehouse-shaped building covering an area of ​​more than 100 square meters, next to the garage. Jack's senses were fully activated, and he heard the faint wailing and crying of a woman from inside, so he stepped forward and kicked him. Opened the thin iron door.

"FBI!"

"help me!"

"Please help me!"

What appeared in front of several people was a well-equipped chemical laboratory, with test benches, distillers, beakers and test tubes, and a huge glass jar in the middle.

An iron bed hung horizontally above the glass tank, and a naked girl was tied to it, crying desperately.

With a clear view of the laboratory, Jack found no sign of a second person inside and shouted "Safe".

Jiejie, who was following him, quickly stepped forward, took off her coat and covered the girl. Jack picked up the walkie-talkie and was about to call Tim, wanting to know if the LAPD had found the suspect.

If they had arrived a step later, the kidnapped girl would have been sunk into the glass tank filled with methanol below, so the suspect must not have had time to run far away and should be nearby.

Suddenly there was an engine sound outside, followed by a loud bang, and then the LAPD called on the intercom, "He's trying to run!"

Jack turned around and ran out of the warehouse, only to see that the garage door next to him was directly smashed. A yellow Ford taxi nimbly bypassed the police car blocking the road, leaving only two red taillights in the blink of an eye.

"You stay and check the whole house." Jack shouted, taking Jiejie's arm and rushing towards his "mammoth".

At the same time, several LAPD officers including Tim and John also rushed out of the house and ran to their police cars.

The siren sounded behind him, and Jack's "Mammoth" took the lead. Amidst the roar of the huge engine, he turned the corner and finally caught the red taillight again before the yellow taxi disappeared from sight.

"Tim, call for helicopter reinforcements. This guy is very familiar with the terrain of Los Angeles." Jack held the steering wheel with one hand and the walkie-talkie with the other to talk to Tim.