Chapter 1002 Still in Hawaii (12)
In the Kuyakini Medical Center in Honolulu, Danny patted the shoulder of the HPD police officer standing at the door of the ward.
"Man, how about we go get a cup of coffee and take a break?"
The police officer nodded while suppressing a smile and pointed to the end of the corridor, indicating that he would wait there.
“Thank you.”
Danny pushed open the door to the ward and walked in with Jack one after another. "You are Marcus, right? The driver of Comescu, right? It doesn't look like the car accident was serious."
On the hospital bed It was the driver of the Mercedes-Benz Big G before, a young man who looked to be in his early 20s at most.
Jack gently patted his right leg that was in plaster, picked up the record on the hospital bed and looked at it, "A few small fractures and a slight concussion. Congratulations on your luck. You will be fine in a week at most. "I can be discharged."
The young driver shivered in fright and subconsciously sat up from the hospital bed, but pursed his lips tightly and did not answer. Then he watched Jack take out the handcuffs. He cuffed his right hand to the hospital bed.
"I'm not afraid of you. This is a ward. People outside will know what you did to me." The young driver named Maku did not pretend that he did not know English. On the contrary, he spoke fluently. The accent is not strong either.
"Of course, you don't need to be afraid of me. You are a patient now. Don't worry, we will not do anything inhumane to a patient."
Danny took out a reagent bottle from his pocket with a smile. , took out a disposable syringe, and sucked the brown liquid in the reagent bottle into the syringe in front of him.
Watching his actions, Marku became nervous instantly, "What are you doing, what is this?"
Danny smiled happily, "To be honest, I don't either I know what this is, I found it in your laboratory, I think we will soon know what it is."
After that, he pulled the infusion set next to the hospital bed. , inserted the needle.
"I know my rights. You are American police officers. I will tell my lawyer everything you do." Marcou said this, but his eyes were fixed on the syringe.
"You are right, but the prerequisite is that someone has seen us entering your ward, right?" Jack took out another pair of handcuffs and cuffed the guy's left hand to the hospital bed. , then looked at Danny with a smile.
"Will you tell anyone? Detective Williams."
"Of course not, Supervisory Agent Tavole from the FBI."
Danny He smiled back, then with a serious look on his face, he pressed his finger on the cone of the syringe and asked, "Where is Comescu?"
"Fuck you!" Ma Ku replied simply.
"Wrong answer." Danny pushed the entire reagent in very simply, and the beeping sound of the life monitor suddenly became rapid.
"What are you doing! Wait, take off the needle! Take off this damn thing!"
Watching the brown medicine flowing along the transparent infusion tube to his arm, Ma Ma All the hairs on Ku's body suddenly stood up, and sweat kept oozing from his forehead.
"It seems you have something to say." Danny turned the small wheel on the flow rate regulator of the infusion tube, "Okay, I'll stop for you, tell me where Comescu is."
"I don't know where he is now, really! I swear!" Marku no longer felt confident as before, and his face was full of panic and panic.
"OK, let's continue." Danny was about to resume the flow rate of the infusion set, but was stopped by Jack.
"Wait a minute, this thing is too noisy and will attract the nurse." Jack said, reaching out and taking off the electrode patch from Marku's chest life monitor, sticking it to himself, and then put the little The clip is on his finger. "It's much quieter now. Look at how steady my heartbeat is. How many bottles of virus did he take away in total?"
Danny began to turn the flow regulator wheel creakingly. The sound in Marcus's ears was like the footsteps of the God of Death. Seeing the brown liquid continue to flow down the transparent tube to his arm, the guy was so scared that he begged repeatedly.
"Stop! Stop! Stop, 9 bottles! He took 9 bottles away!"
"Who is he going to sell to?" Danny asked.
“I don’t know.” Before he could finish his words, Ma Ku shouted again, “Don’t touch that damn thing. I only know that the trading time is 4 o’clock today in the market at the International Plaza. , but something happened before."
"What do you mean?" Danny frowned.
Marku swallowed, "When we went to get the goods, we found that everyone inside was dead. The patients, er, the experimenters were all shot in the head, and the doctor also ran away. ”
"What doctor? I need a name." Danny immediately let go of the roller, and the brown liquid quickly flowed through the entire infusion tube.
"I don't know, I really don't know! I swear!" Maku cried out loud, with snot bubbles coming out of his nose.
Seeing this guy's complete mental breakdown, Danny and Jack laughed out loud, "Relax, buddy, this is the vitamin B12 we asked the nurse for. It is said to help you recover as soon as possible."
"I can guarantee you this, with half the credibility of a forensic doctor." Jack unlocked the handcuffs for him, smiled and patted him on the shoulder to comfort him, and then the two of them were in the library. He walked away with a stunned expression.
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"We have found a buyer. The Los Angeles office has just sent information. It is an extreme separatist group in Russia called the Ingush group. The photo was immediately sent to everyone's mobile phone.
Last year, these guys were in A bus stop was blown up in Moscow.”
Standing on the second floor of a burger restaurant in International Plaza in downtown Honolulu, the bald-headed Hanna glanced at Danny sideways after finishing speaking, a little curious. Bagua said.
"Are you and that young FBI really related? Why can't I see anything in common between the two of you."
"First of all, we are not related by blood, Jack's father is me Those who grew up together grew smaller, and secondly, there is no absolute inheritance in height or driving skills. "Danny obviously knew what this guy was going to do.
After being exposed, Hanna stopped the discussion on this topic with a bad smile, and asked other people in the channel, "G, how is the situation over there?"
The one in the group with G. Karen was Cheng Hao, the two of them are waiting near a fountain in the middle of the market.
“No trace of Comescu was found.” After Karen finished speaking, she complained with some dissatisfaction, “I should be the one to interrogate the driver.”
“FBI Hawaii Office Already spent an extra amount of money to repair the car, I don’t think they will pay for a ward that was destroyed by a humanoid tornado.
Or, NCIS doesn’t mind paying this little money? "Lying on the roof of a building, looking at the whole thing through the telescope from top to bottom. Jack from the market gave him a little scolding.
To be honest, allowing Karen to participate in the entire operation was for the sake of a certain old woman. He must not be allowed to interfere in matters related to confessions.
It is still a trivial matter to beat that Marco out. In view of the serious personal grievances between Comescu and Karen, this kind of report involving the joint handling of the case by three departments is very troublesome, and it is easy to be criticized afterwards. Something wrong.
In front of Jack stood a Mk12 SPR sniper rifle, which Steve McGarrett had just transferred from the Navy over the phone after he complained about the poor equipment of the "Five-O". One of the sniper rifles in the batch of equipment.
This sniper rifle is still essentially an AR-15, but it uses a match-grade free-floating stainless steel heavy-duty barrel, matched with the Mk262 match-grade powder with a charge of 77 grains (5g). Hollow-point bullets are sufficient for close-range sniper missions in urban warfare.
(End of this chapter)