Chapter 656 The First Suspect
The scene where the children were frightened made Jubal, who was standing in front of the big screen, have a strange expression. This is normal. Any normal father would be shocked to see this scene. It was difficult to maintain his expression.
He lowered his head and quickly adjusted his emotions, and then, as before, he spoke loudly to the twenty or thirty analysts behind him without looking back.
"Okay, so what have we seen now? At least two shooters, the people speaking with accents that sound American, and what else has been discovered, this video has been sent to everyone here , now start looking carefully and repeatedly, we need to get more clues from the details."
"The guy in front is tall, at least six feet three inches or four inches (190-192 cm)." A technician from the IT logistics department used comparison software to calculate the height of the gunman walking into the aisle in a matter of seconds.
"The white man, judging from his gun-holding posture, has at least received basic firearms training, and may have had experience in the military or police." Hannah also provided that although the kidnapper was wearing a hood, the skin around the eyes and mouth was still exposed. .
"Can you slow down the last few frames before the end of the scene, the moment when he reached out and grabbed the camera phone?" Jack's request was quickly implemented.
A technician typed a few times on the keyboard, and a reverse playback appeared on the big screen, from the camera going completely black to a big hand wearing a leather glove slowly retracting.
Jack was able to clearly confirm his judgment at this time, "There is a section of the glove, and this guy's little finger on his left hand is missing."
This is a distinctive feature, but unfortunately it can only be done in The process of elimination is used, but now they don't even have a candidate list of suspects.
The girls and boys in the combat center continued to be busy, and the work that could be done in the field came to an end for the time being. Jack walked into the rest room, poured a cup of hot coffee for Hannah and himself, and gave Jubal, who was still standing in front of the screen, a cup of hot coffee. Brought a drink.
"Tracking surveillance, hoods, automatic rifles, etc. all show that this is a carefully planned operation." Jubal still looked worried.
"At least what bothers us now is the whereabouts of the 26 children, instead of facing 26 corpses to find traces of the murderer." Jack shrugged, as optimistic as ever.
Hannah punched him, thinking that this guy's words were too unpleasant, and then sighed, "I just hope that what we are waiting for is a notice demanding ransom instead of someone claiming to be responsible for this."
"It's better to be the former." Jubal also sighed. The former is kidnapping and extortion, and the latter is a terrorist attack. Compared with the latter, the children are more likely to survive in the former. many.
"Jubal, there is a discovery here!" A female analyst shouted loudly, "The road monitoring results are there. There is indeed a green Chevrolet Cruze. It has been tracking the school bus for the past two days."
Jubal Spirit Startled, she quickly walked to her desk and waved to the liaison desk, where liaison officers from the NYPD and other departments were sitting.
"Can you see the driver's face clearly? We need to prepare a co-investigation notice."
The female analyst quickly took a screenshot, used software to enhance the contrast, and shook her head regretfully. "The clarity is not enough, but the license plate is fine."
Then the license plate holder's information popped up in the system, "Carl Stubbs, a New Yorker, with a lot of criminal record, assault, burglary , Possession of poisonous drugs.”
"Find him!" Jubal clenched his fists with both hands excitedly, "It's time for our friends from the NYPD to take action."
The NYPD responded to the joint investigation notice at an extremely fast speed, regardless of the current honeymoon relationship between the two parties. Talking about it, this case has now shocked the entire state of New York. Turn on any TV channel and you can see the relevant news being broadcast on a rolling basis.
40 minutes later, in front of a factory in the Bronx, six Saber cars with silent police lights flashing swarmed in. Jack and Hannah got out of the car and pulled out their Glock pistols. A SWAT team of six quickly dispersed behind them.
According to information provided by the NYPD, Carl Stubbs was not at home. The patrol officers learned by asking the apartment manager that he had gone out early this morning, and the last place he might have appeared was his workplace.
This is a used clothing factory, which is the kind of factory that sorts clothes of good quality and then uses industrial washing machines to clean them and repackage them for sale. Second-hand clothing is a quite mature industry in the United States.
The factory with huge space is also an excellent place to hide hostages, so the FBI directly sent two SWAT teams to follow Jack and Hannah.
But the moment he rushed into the factory, Jack had a hunch that they might be disappointed this time, because what he and Hannah saw were not militants holding assault rifles, but a few picking people. Among them were the old clothesmen, Carl Stubbs, whom they were looking for.
The two sides of the factory building are filled with old clothes and various mobile hangers. The suspect and several workers are busy at the workbench with their heads down. The two people wearing FBI blue jackets and the heavily armed SWAT team will The workers were all startled. Before the other party could react, Jack and Hannah pointed their guns at him, "Carl Stubbs! Put your hands up!" Carl Stubbs was a dry and thin man. The white man had messy hair and an unkempt beard, and there were big copper coin scars from abscesses on his face and neck. He looked like a drug addict at first glance.
Suddenly seeing the police breaking in, this guy jumped up on the spot like a monkey and ran deep into the factory without thinking, where there was a whole row of industries. The washing machine is rumbling.
This guy didn't reveal his weapon, and Jack couldn't shoot. He could only sigh, and first grabbed Hannah, who was about to catch up. Then he smiled at a stunned female worker and took a stapler from her hand. "Sorry, let me borrow it."
Jack raised his arm and threw it hard, and the rather heavy stapler flew out in a spin, hitting the crook of the leg of the guy in front of him who was running with an extremely ugly posture, and then There was a "pop" that was painful to hear, and Carl Stubbs slid all the way across the floor like a dog eating shit.
"My leg, you broke my leg, help! Help!" Hearing this guy let out a burst of ghostly cries, Hannah was speechless and took out the handcuffs and stepped forward. She also had a premonition of this guy. It probably has little to do with the kidnapping case.
"All ten of his fingers are there." Hannah stepped on the guy's back, handcuffed him and pulled him up from the floor, then picked him up from the floor with disgust. She picked up an old T-shirt and wiped her hands. This disgusting guy almost made her misogyny come back again.
"Of course my fingers are fine, but I think my toe may be broken. What the hell is going on?" Carl Stubbs's emotions when two assault rifles from a SWAT team member were pressed against his head. Instead, the initial panic turned into complaints. It was obvious that he did not feel that he was worthy of such treatment, which was close to that of a terrorist.
"Stop talking nonsense." Jack grabbed him by the back collar and carried him out of the factory first. The SWAT team members also searched the factory. The team leader came to Jack and shook his head slightly, indicating that they found nothing.
But the question had to be asked. Jack stared into the guy's eyes and said, "Where are the children, Carl?"
"What children?" Carl Stubb Si Na's confused look didn't look like he was pretending.
"Twenty-six children kidnapped from the school bus." Hannah added.
“I have no idea what you are talking about!” Carl Stubbs suddenly raised his voice by 8 degrees.
"Your Chevrolet Cruze was found to have followed a school bus that had an accident two days ago." Jack explained with a somewhat helpless expression. Judging from this guy's dejected look, he probably already guessed what was going on.
“Oh my baby, the bank took it away last week. Can’t you see what I’m like now? I’m bankrupt! I can only earn some hard money in this shabby place.”
Jack interrupted this guy's rambling complaints and went straight to the topic. Although he knew that this guy didn't seem to be lying, he still needed to confirm the information that should be confirmed.
“Where were you around 7:40 today?”
“It’s right here, man. I punched the card at the door at 6:58 and I haven’t left the factory. Everyone can vouch for me.”
Carl Stubbs's expression became more and more exaggerated, and he spoke more and more, and he poured out all kinds of complaints, like an aggregation of negative emotions.
It is not easier to ask a person who talks a lot than a person who talks little. After filtering out a bunch of junk messages, Jack shook his buzzing head vigorously and waved his hand to let the person who had just arrived NYPD officers took this guy away.
“The car was taken away by the so-called bank debt collection collector. I’m guessing that if the other party is an imposter and he said that there was almost no gas in the tank at that time and he couldn’t drive too far, then we just need to Check the gas station near his home."
Jack quickly swiped his finger on the phone screen, then quickly circled a place and showed it to Hannah, "Luckily, there is only one gas station nearby."< br>
Hannah breathed a sigh of relief. She was also seriously hurt by the guy's trash talk attack. "Let's go to the gas station to check the surveillance and get some food to fill our stomach."
Half an hour later, the two appeared in a gas station. There was no pretentious plot. Seeing the FBI ID, the gas station owner cooperated and pulled up the surveillance video from last week.
(End of this chapter)