Chapter 97 What? What's the beginning?
At the same time, Jack is also reflecting in his heart. The skills and attributes provided by the system have indeed made him gradually surpass ordinary people, whether it is the favor of the women around him, the appreciation of his colleagues in the police station, or even the IRS and federal agencies. The Bureau is willing to actively recruit him, which is an affirmation of his own strength.
So I don’t know since when, my low-key and cautious self, who was full of awe of the world, began to feel a little drifting. If in the IRS case, I was deceived by the female nurse and almost died, then He became an IRS undercover agent because of his superb acting skills.
It seems a bit too arrogant and stupid to take the initiative to provoke Rosalind and think that he is not afraid of the other party's retaliation.
This is not an RPG-style game world, and I am not completely proficient in any clearance strategies. Whether the friends around him or the criminals he comes into contact with, they are all living people with their own thoughts and ideas. The soul is not running according to a set program.
Even if he is really not afraid of the other party's revenge, he should still consider the friends around him. Although Taylor and he do not have a deep relationship, if she really died at the hands of Rosalind's admirers, it would be difficult for Jack to convince himself that this tragedy It has nothing to do with myself.
Fortunately, Lady Luck is on his side this time. The only locator that has not been recovered is on Taylor. If it is the same as the original plot, Lucy is still kidnapped. Jack really can’t imagine what that will be. What consequences.
At this time David Rossi's voice sounded on the intercom.
"Jack, I just confirmed that the farm you are heading to belongs to a trust fund in Rosalind's name. Caleb White called it a holy place in his diary. It was the first place Rosalind killed. "The identity of the kidnapper was also found, and Beth Weston was Rosalind's defense lawyer."
"According to the staff of the TV station, it was Beth Weston who took the initiative to make an appointment with Taylor last night and drove to pick her up after the TV station got off work."
"This is the upright woman Delmont said Lawyer? "
Angela's tone was full of sarcasm.
"Rosalind is like a plague, infecting her perverted thoughts to everyone who comes into contact with her."
"Uh" Rosie choked and corrected.
"I prefer to call it the attraction between perverts. Delmont just admitted that Beth Weston had a strong request to be Rosalind's defense attorney. She, like Caleb White, was motivated by The active purpose is to get close to his idol."
"No matter what, I hope Delmont is ready to face the anger of Taylor's father, Judge Kelly."
Jack beat him. Turning the steering wheel, the police car drifted onto a side road with the squeal of tires scraping against the ground.
"We have 3 minutes to arrive. How long will it take for the supporting police officers? The GPS signal has disappeared for more than 40 minutes. We need as many people as possible to start the search."
At this time The voice on the intercom changed to Superintendent Gray.
"John and the others are not far behind you, and other support will arrive within 10 minutes. In addition, I called two helicopters, which are expected to appear above you in 5 minutes to assist in the search."
In Amidst a long sound of braking, Jack stopped the police car and jumped out of the car. The farm was not big, with only one square building. This was the place where the tracker signal on Taylor finally disappeared.
"Jack." Rosie called again.
“The low-frequency signal that comes with the tracker should still be detectable, but the range may become very small.”
“I understand.”
Jack turned to look at Angela: "I'll go through the front door, and you'll be outflanking me from the back door. Be careful not to get hurt by accident."
Angela nodded and trotted around to the back of the bungalow with a gun in hand.
Time was running out, and Jack ignored the risk of more Rosalind accomplices. Holding the tablet in his left hand and the gun in his right hand, he rushed in and kicked the door as soon as he saw it. He relied entirely on his senses to explore the movements in each room. However, when he and Angela met in the innermost storage room, they couldn't find anyone. There were only three empty oil drums in the storage room, and Taylor's Donkey bag was still on the floor.
The two looked at each other in confusion. Jack looked at the tablet in his hand again, but there was no signal on it.
At this time, John also arrived with a group of police officers and surrounded the bungalow.
"Is it possible there is a basement or cellar?" Angela asked.
John shook his head, "I checked outside, there is no vent, it doesn't look like there is a basement, and there is no cellar entrance around."
Jack stood at the door, looking towards the passage A rut mark in the distance towards the farm, thoughtfully.
The intercom rang again, this time it was Tim.
"Beth Weston resisted arrest and was shot to death. I found a video on her mobile phone. I should show it to you. Send it now."
Jack took out his mobile phone and received the message from Tim. In the video, Taylor was forced at gunpoint to get into an oil drum buried in the ground. Then the oil drum was covered with a lid, and shovelfuls of soil were covered with the oil drum.
"She was buried underground. Get in the car and drive along the ruts."
Jack waved to everyone to follow him, started the police car again, and followed the ruts. After driving for a few minutes, Angela, who was holding a tablet in the passenger seat, exclaimed: "There's a signal, it's at 3 o'clock."
This was a small hillside. Jack jumped out of the car, far beyond the reach of ordinary people. His perception had already allowed him to discover that a piece of soil not far away had traces of being newly turned.
"It's right there!"
Everyone gathered around, those who had shovels used shovels, and those who didn't had shovels just dug in with their hands, and soon a round iron cover was exposed.
Jack snatched the folding shovel from John's hand, pried open the lid in one move, reached out directly, and pulled up the unconscious Taylor inside.
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"That was my first kiss." On the hospital bed, Taylor showed no signs of panic for the rest of his life, but instead showed an expression of extortion.
"That's called artificial respiration. If I hadn't done that, you would have died!"
Jack rubbed his temples with a headache. After rescuing Taylor, he released the treatment technique, but for For show, he still performed two rounds of CPR, but he didn't expect this woman to say such a thing.
A European and American girl who is almost 30 has such a weird style of painting. This is not some ancient martial arts harem story.
“Our family is a devout Tianzhu believer. My father will beat me to death if he finds out.”
Taylor looked like he was about to cry.
“Your first kiss was taken away by Hannah at the high school prom because you tricked her into taking away her prom crown.”
Jack exposed it mercilessly. , the little story between these two girls has long been used as a talking point by Hannah, and was completely discarded in the daily love video.
"OK, I won't joke with you, but I want to thank you again. Although I was very scared at the time, I know you will definitely come to save me."
Said Taylor He took out the small black disc and said, "Can I keep this as a souvenir?"
(End of this chapter)