Chapter 323 Unlucky John
“Can I come with you?” Jack quickly caught up with the two of them.
Today, John was on patrol alone in his car. He heard that the attacker had an automatic weapon. Although the command center did not notify the police officer that he had fallen to the ground, Jack thought it would be better to follow him and take a look, just in case.
"Yes, but you can only sit in the back seat." Tim had no objection. We are all old friends, not to mention that Jack is also a law enforcement officer.
There was no nonsense on the road. Tim drove and arrived at the scene of the incident in only 7 minutes.
Along the way, several people could still hear John's on-the-spot report on the radio, "Two gunmen drove away in a gold car with license plate number 2-San-Adam-Mary-564, heading west on Fuller Street."< br>
"The female missing person walked south."
Sitting in the back seat of the police car, Jack looked nostalgic. When he was an LAPD officer, he felt that this kind of notification of license plates The method is very efficient. It is easy to confuse English letters when pronounced alone, so they are usually replaced by words.
Connect the first letter and number of each word to get the correct license plate number, "2SAM564."
Before Tim and the three arrived, the man who had obtained it through years of undercover work had Neela Harper, an African-American female police officer who had the "golden ticket" of the police station but chose the patrol position because of her daughter, has arrived.
It seemed that John was fine, but his "studio" (police car) was extremely miserable. Not a single window glass was intact, and the entire right side of the car was covered with bullet holes, as if he had just returned from the Syrian battlefield.
"Are you okay?" Lucy got out of the car and nervously looked up and down to see if John was injured.
"Code 4, no additional assistance is needed at the scene. All units are fully searching for the suspect."
"Be aware that the suspect is carrying an automatic weapon and may fire at any time."
< br>While getting out of the car, Tim gave the order on the intercom.
"Aren't you looking for a missing woman? How did you end up like this?" Harper asked in confusion.
John was shocked and confused, "I don't know. At first I thought it was domestic violence. Someone called the police and said they saw a woman escaping from a home."
"I arrived at the scene. There were two men in that family. The male owner called himself Daniel Charles, and there was another man who was said to be their carer, Carlson."
"The Daniel Charles insisted that he was missing. The woman was his wife Linda, who suffered from mania. I felt that he was not telling the truth."
"Then I found the woman here. She looked delirious and must have been raped. He took the medicine and seemed to be speaking in Russian.”
"Then it happened like this. I was about to take the woman to the hospital. The two men suddenly appeared and fired at us. When I fired back, I emptied two magazines. When the Harper police car arrived, it fired The sound of the alarm scared them away, and the woman also ran away."
"Oh, hey, Jack, why are you here?" John seemed to have just seen Jack.
"I came here to give you afternoon tea, and then I heard that something happened to you. I thought I could do anything to help. As long as you are fine."
Jack shrugged, Wilshe Our police station has been too quiet these days. Seeing this kind of fierce street shootout again today actually makes people feel inexplicably kind.
“Do you think it could be human trafficking?” Lucy asked doubtfully.
"Maybe, just go to that house and see." Tim turned around and opened the car door.
"Uh, my car." John looked at Harper aside with some embarrassment.
Harper sighed, "You can use my 'studio' and leave it to me." John got into the police car driven by Harper. Jack didn't have to squeeze into the back seat this time. On the passenger seat next to him.
I don’t know if the back seat of the police car was designed that way on purpose. It is obviously a Chevrolet SUV, but it is especially unfriendly to tall people. It is very awkward to sit up and you can’t stretch your waist. Straight legs and not close together.
John led the way, and the four people and two cars arrived at the door of the house where he had received the police call before. Although they knew that there was unlikely to be anyone inside, after breaking the door, the three LAPD cautiously filed in according to the search formation and checked each room.
"Police, show up immediately!"
After the usual search, all rooms were confirmed to be empty. At the same time, Jack put his hands in his pockets and walked around the entire house. , then slowly walked into the living room from the door.
"Do you feel that something is not right about this house?" Jack had a familiar sense of sight, as if he had seen a similar scene not long ago.
"All the photos in the photo frames came with them when they were bought." John picked up a photo frame on the fireplace and showed it to everyone.
"There's not even a plate in the kitchen, and the refrigerator is empty." Lucy pouted.
Tim looked around, "It seemed like it was disguised as a place where people lived."
"Safe house?" Jack was a little unsure, whether he would encounter another witness protection. Plan it, that would be too cliché and readers would be dissatisfied.
At this time, Tim, as the commander, heard a call from the intercom, "Notice that the suspect's vehicle was abandoned after being set on fire. No suspect or the missing woman was found at the scene."
"Copy that." Tim replied and hung the walkie-talkie back on his waist.
John paced slowly in the living room. As a construction contractor with rich decoration experience, he instinctively noticed more things that were wrong.
"The space here is so cramped. It feels completely different from what it looks like from the outside."
As he spoke, he opened a wooden cabinet in the corner of the living room.
"Wow." He stared at the distribution box in the cabinet with his eyes widened.
“Jack, you should come see this.”
Jack came up to take a look, and couldn't help but whistle, "500MCM cable, that's 400 amps of household current. That's a big problem. Are they growing American herbs in it?"
"Hmph." Lucy didn't know what kind of riddle these two guys were playing, but she felt even more unhappy when she saw Tim next to her who was also confused but still pretending to be cool.
"Although I 'understand', you two may need to explain it to Tim."
Tim glared at his woman dissatisfied, it was really embarrassing, He actually dismantles his own man in front of outsiders.
“For example, after the renovation of John’s luxurious villa, all the electrical appliances, water heaters, refrigerators, air conditioners upstairs and downstairs, plus the awesome infinity heated swimming pool, 200 amps It’s enough.”
Jack kindly explained it to the two of them.
"So, either they secretly planted American herbs underground, or they have other uses." John said, quickly opening a small iron box on the side of the cabinet, revealing a small screen inside.
(End of this chapter)