Chapter 568 Safe House
Jack drove to the address provided by Jubal, and sure enough he saw the stolen gray Ford Fortune parked in front of a villa.
He put on his body armor, took out his HK417, carefully touched the car, and checked the interior of the car and the trunk. The Ford was unlocked and there was nothing inside.
The villa was too big, and no one in Jack rushed in. He squatted behind the Hellcat, waiting for reinforcements to arrive, while checking his phone for the latest information just sent by the combat center. , through facial recognition, the suspect’s identity has been identified.
Mike Helton, 46 years old, lives in Queens, has no criminal record, has served in the military for seven years, is a plumber by profession, and his phone is currently turned off.
The rest of the information is still being confirmed. After all, only two hours have passed since the incident. Jack has a hunch that this case may not drag on for too long, but it will definitely not be simple.
Soon three unmarked Saber squad cars arrived, and Hannah, who was also wearing body armor, got out of the car with a 12-person FBI-SWAT team.
"How is the situation?" Hannah took the NoveskeN4 handed over by Jack, checked it and asked.
"I checked the car. It's very clean. There's nothing there. The villa door is open and ajar. There's been no movement." Jack thought for a while and took out two more shock bombs from the trunk. When I put it on my body, this case exuded an evil energy, so I thought I was prepared for anything.
"Jubal has contacted the owner. This villa is currently idle. Their family is currently on vacation abroad, and the servants are also on vacation."
After Hannah finished speaking, the two put on tactical headsets, followed the SWAT team, and entered the villa to search.
The villa has two floors in total, but it occupies a large area, with thirty or forty rooms of various sizes. Jack and Hannah plus a 12-person SWAT team left four people on guard in front of and behind the house. The remaining 10 people also spent nearly 20 minutes checking the upstairs and downstairs.
“Safe!”
“Safe on the second floor!”
It is indeed a rich man’s villa, with seven or eight bathrooms and toilets, and he even brought one A private theater that can accommodate seven or eight spectators.
Listening to the reports, Hannah stood on the window sill on the second floor, looking at the back garden and frowning, "There is no bus stop nearby. Is this just a place for him to change buses?"
"Maybe he went ahead of schedule. Knowing that there was no one here, he used this place as a transit point, but he didn't expect us to pursue him so closely, so he ran away in a hurry, right?" Jack guessed.
"Seal this place down first, and ask Jubal whether he wants someone from CSI to come over or send our own forensic team."
Although CSI is affiliated with the NYPD, both in terms of manpower and professionalism The equipment is much better than the FBI's local crime laboratory in New York. Who knows that no American TV series has ever filmed an FBI crime laboratory in the past?
"Then let's close the team and gather downstairs." Hannah announced on the channel.
"Copy that, gather in the lobby on the first floor." The SWAT team leader responded.
Jack and Hannah also went down to the first floor and were about to push the door open when suddenly a sarcastic and slightly crazy voice spread through the loudspeaker throughout the villa.
"Hello everyone from the FBI, I'm glad you are here. It's so fast, it's beyond my imagination!"
Jack subconsciously turned sideways and pulled Hannah to the door. Outside, hiding behind a load-bearing pillar, other SWAT team members also looked for cover.
At the same time, the voice continued, "No, no, no, don't be afraid. I didn't mean to ambush you. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for helping me prove a point, which is fairness. Only for the rich
When they arrested the daughter of a billionaire, the police only took two hours and ten minutes to find her. But when they arrested the daughter of a poor man, they didn't bother to pay attention at all, and even stingy about returning a phone call! "The voice became more and more excited, even a little broken, "So I have to do this! It takes kidnapping a child from a rich family to force you to raise your head and look at me.
Now let's make a simple deal, find my daughter, this rich man's child will live, otherwise, she will die! "
After saying this, there was no more movement in the villa.
Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and Jack suddenly realized that the lady who was carjacked before said that the suspect kept mumbling something. There is no choice, it’s all for my daughter, etc., which is confirmed here
"Jubal, we need K9 agents here, and we need to confirm the situation of Mike Helton's daughter as soon as possible." Hannah reported the situation here to the operations center and requested reinforcements.
“But according to the file records, Mike Helton does not have a daughter.” Jubal’s surprised voice came from the phone.
"Let the NYPD check the report record. He said that he had contacted the police. In any case, he sent the K9 first. He used the call system inside the villa. If nothing else, the person must be hiding somewhere. In the secret room, contact the homeowner at the same time and ask him about the situation."
Jack added on the side.
"I know, I'll contact the helicopter and it will arrive in ten minutes at the earliest."
The K9 officers arrived two minutes faster than Jubal promised. Eight minutes later, an NYPD police helicopter landed in the open space in front of the villa.
Although this area does not fall under the purview of the NYPD, not all county police are equipped with police dog units. With the coordination of the FBI, the NYPD directly sent a helicopter to send a team of K9 officers.
German Shepherd was as reliable as ever. After sniffing the trunk and front and rear seats of the Ford, he led everyone into the villa and accurately found the study in the corridor on the first floor. The bookshelf barked.
Jack, who followed closely behind, touched the dog's head as a sign of praise and checked the bookshelf. There was no special mechanism, it was just an ordinary secret door, just open it.
Two SWAT members stepped forward to cover. Jack opened the secret door with force, revealing a sturdy-looking steel door behind the bookshelf. A SWAT member carrying a breaking hammer stepped forward and faced the steel door. Just a few clicks, but only a few shallow marks were left.
"This thing should be useless. This door is made of pure steel." Jack knew from the sound that the door-breaking hammer was useless. It couldn't be opened by human power.
This is obviously some kind of safe room, a small shelter built by rich people who are afraid of death. It can also be used as a small vault to store valuables.
At this time, the slightly crazy voice rang again, "No, no, no, don't waste your efforts. You won't be able to break in even if you spend a month this way, but I still want to Warning.
If you try this again, I will kill this girl. Come here, Chloe, say hi to the FBI and let them know you are here, hurry up.”
Under the urging of the other party, a girl's slightly crying voice soon came from the speaker, "I'm Chloe. I'm fine. I'm just a little scared."
Why can't every case he encounters go smoothly? What's wrong with this? As the plot unfolded, Jack was speechless.
After the girl finished speaking, Mike Helton's voice sounded again, "Like I said, as long as you find my daughter, I promise not to hurt Chloe.
But your time is limited, only 2 hours and 10 minutes. Since you can find Chloe so quickly, there is no reason why you can't find my daughter in the same time."
"Fake, this has become us. That's wrong." Hannah kicked the bookshelf angrily, lowered her head and walked out of the study.
(End of this chapter)