Chapter 570 The Weakness of the Safe House
Jubal was obviously aware of his problem and wanted to say something more. After thinking about it, he put down the microphone in his hand. They now lack "chips", regardless of No matter what you say, it will be regarded as a joke.
Jack poured a glass of water and put it in his hand, signaling him to calm down first.
“Do you think what he said is true?” Jubal took a sip of water, moistened his throat, and asked.
“From a purely logical point of view, Helton does not look like an ordinary delusional patient, so there are only two possibilities, either what he said is true, and he does have an unregistered daughter.
Whether biological or informally adopted by him, the girl did disappear or ran away from home. "Jack poured himself a glass and said slowly.
"What about the second possibility? "Jubal couldn't wait to say.
"The second possibility is that this guy is a thoughtful paranoiac. He not only imagined a daughter, but also made up a whole set of logically consistent stories. We can't find it at all. Without his daughter, there is no way to break his fantasy. "
Jubal rolled his eyes angrily, "This joke is not funny at all. The NYPD police officers sent to his residence have confirmed through his neighbors that there is indeed a girl living with him. A full half year. "
Jack shook his head and motioned for him to let himself finish, "That girl may have been kidnapped by him, forced to live with him, and then found a chance to escape successfully.
Or maybe it's his live-in girlfriend who he fantasizes is his daughter. There are too many such things, don't say you haven't seen them before. "
Jubal looked at Jack blankly, the hand holding the cup stopped in mid-air, "But what do you mean you can't break his fantasy, as long as we find the girl."< br>
"Even if he finds the girl, he may not be able to match her with the daughter in his fantasy. Instead, he will think that we have found a fake one to trick him, and then directly confront Chloe A shot in the head. "
Jubal's hand shook for a moment, and he didn't notice the water spilling on his hand. Fortunately, the old American didn't have the habit of drinking hot water, otherwise he would have felt hot by now. "You said it was too scary. Okay, is there really such a paranoia? ”
“Maybe. "Jack shrugged, "But the second possibility is unlikely. According to what the lady who was carjacked before said, he is not the kind of bad guy who has completely lost his mind. ”
"Good guys don't kidnap innocent girls." Jubal muttered, found a computer to sit down, and started to work.
After all, "Badluck always comes in threes", regardless of whether there is the second possibility that Jack speculated, they must prepare for the worst possibility, such as finding a way to break in.
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"We contacted the homeowner Henry Kirken, and they do know Helton." There has been no reply from Hannah yet, but Dana in the operations center ·More sent the video again.
“Helton is their maintenance man, that’s why he knows so much about the safe house. He installed the internal pipelines and other things by himself. Those otakus still have nothing to do with the explosion-proof door. ”
Jubal shook his head, "That door is as thick as a vault door. In addition to the electronic lock, there are two manual steps to open it. After it is closed from the inside, it can only be opened from the inside. We need the parameters of the entire safe house to find other breakthroughs. "
"The designer of the safe house has been found. It is a security system contractor called Wanquan. Jack will go there with a few SWAT members. Are there any questions? "Dana? Moge said.
"Uh" Jubal was still struggling with Jack's previous inference. He hesitated before asking, "Did the homeowner Henry Kirken mention what his family thought of Helton? Such as mental illness, or drug abuse." When she heard him mention this, Dana Moger visibly hesitated and showed a rather strange expression, "I don't know what to say, he said Hull. Dun is a good man. In fact, his original words were, 'He is the most honest and honest person I have ever met.'"
Jubal's nervous expression relaxed obviously, "So he is not a person. Mental illness? ”
"Probably not, why do you ask?" Dana Moge was a little confused.
Not to mention the exchange between the two people, after Jack got the information of the security system contractor, he rushed to Yonkers in the north and found the CEO and designer of that company, a gentle man named Dai. A tall, thin, middle-aged white man wearing glasses.
Hearing the FBI's intention, the CEO named Dole Jonson seemed quite excited and took Jack and two SWAT members to a basement.
“So far, we have built a total of twelve such safe houses, each with a base price of $2 million.”
“It looks like the structure of this one is the same as what you gave it. Is the one built by the Kirkens exactly the same?" The safe house covers an area of about forty or fifty square meters, and Jack can see almost it after walking around.
"Yes, uh. Of course the furniture may be different. This is what the owner of the house configured himself." After being glared at by two eager SWAT team members, the CEO who was originally quite proud of having stumped the FBI with his own design finally replied. I came to my senses and calmed down a little.
"Is there any backdoor in this system? For example, it can allow people to sneak into it without anyone noticing." Although he knew that this question was a bit retarded, Jack still had to ask, just in case.
"Of course not." Dole Jonsson said firmly. This security company is obviously not large in scale, and it specializes in business for wealthy people. The CEO's job scope obviously includes sales. Xiang, this person immediately introduced him in a serious manner.
“There are no weak points. This is the core of our design. The walls are all made of high-grade concrete with reinforcing steel bars every 12 inches (30 cm). All are individually wired. Even if the electronic system fails, the backup system "Also"
Jack had to interrupt quickly. If it were normal times, as a semi-artisan expert, he would also like to have a good communication with the designer, but now time is tight, and he can't let this person do it. The bit goes on and on.
"Uh, sorry, we have limited time now. Let me sum it up, that is, once it is closed from the inside, there is no other way except using physical means to force entry, right?"
"Of course." Dole· Jonson nodded confidently.
“What about the ceiling? Is it also reinforced with steel bars?” Jack pointed to the top of his head. I don’t know if it was to prevent claustrophobia. The clear height of this basement is nearly four meters, which is enough for an elephant. Getting in is no problem.
“We offer this option, but most customers think it’s a bit excessive, including the Kirkens, so that’s the weakness you want.” Dole Jonsson revealed A sly smile unique to a profiteer.
(End of this chapter)