Legendary FBI Detective

Special Investigations Unit, office area.

On Mona's computer, the synchronized backup of the warehouse surveillance system was playing, showing the scene before the group broke into the warehouse.

A black MPV was seen driving quickly from a distance and parked in front of the warehouse gate. Upon seeing this, the two sentries immediately took out their weapons and asked each other for their identities.

After the sentry finished speaking, the MPV's backseat sliding door and window opened, and two rifles with silencers stretched out from inside, killing two sentries at the same time.

Seeing the sentry fall to the ground, five guys in jeans and jackets, wearing black gloves and black hoods whose faces could not be seen, walked out of the MPV together.

The leading guy walked straight to the warehouse door with a password lock, entered the password and easily opened the door. At the same time, the other two sentries also noticed the movement and came to check. The two hooded men behind the leading guy raised their guns and shot him dead. Two new sentries arrived.

After the five people entered the warehouse area, their division of labor was clear. Three people went straight to the depths of the warehouse to find weapons, and two people went to the monitoring room to handle monitoring.

When the surveillance video did not show the scene of the weapon being snatched away, the surveillance screen went dark. It is not difficult to guess that the two guys entered the surveillance room at this time and turned off the surveillance system.

"A group of guys with a plan and an organization."

After watching the surveillance video, Luo An straightened up, patted Mona on the shoulder and asked:

"Can you find the owner of this MPV?"

"It's a pity that this group of people also stole this car."

Mona said that she had just checked the license plate of the car. The license plate was authentic. The owner was a female owner of a flower shop. However, the other party had called the police before the case, saying that her car was lost and she still paid for it. I got into a fight with the LAPD patrol officer.

"Congratulations to the flower shop owner, we helped her find the car... we just don't know where it is now."

Luo An casually said that there was nothing gained from the surveillance video. At least now they got the general situation of this group of people:

Five people, with well-proportioned figures, all between 175-180cm tall.

At this moment, Michelle next to him suddenly raised his hand, covered the landline phone and said to Luo An:

"The Trace Inspection Department said they have found some clues, but the report has not been written yet. If you are anxious, you can go find them downstairs."

"Good."

Roan nodded upon hearing this and motioned for Mona to continue investigating the traces of the MPV. Chenille, Winslow and Michelle assisted, and then walked out of the special investigation team with Lacey and walked into the elevator going downstairs.

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Trace Inspection Department.

Ahmed, the agent of the Trace Inspection Section, is a white young man with long hair. He took the autopsy record casually written by the forensic doctor and introduced to Luo An and Lacey:

"The cause of Pitdo Olson's death was this wound on his neck, where his throat was cut open and blood poured in."

"OK."

Luo An was not surprised by this. He had guessed this when he saw the corpse in the lumber factory. His goal now was to find out the identity of the robbers, so he asked directly:

"Are there any clues in that van?"

"In that van, we only found fingerprints from the original owner's family."

Ahmed put the autopsy records aside, and while leading Roan and Lacey to the office next to him, he said:

"But there was some fresh dust on the car's floor mat, mixed with a lot of fresh buttercup (gen four sounds) segments and barbecue seasoning sauce.

We checked and found that the only place that had both items was a barbecue restaurant in South Los Angeles, and the guy driving the car had definitely been to that restaurant a short time before kidnapping Pete Do-Olsen. "

Luo An's expression did not change when he heard this, and Lacey then asked:

"Are there any other clues?"

"And that toothpick."

In the office with a lot of various instruments, Ahmed picked up a transparent evidence bag, which contained the toothpick that Luo An found at the scene. Ahmed smiled and explained:

"This toothpick must have been in someone's mouth for a long time, and we found a bit of oral mucosa on it and got the other person's DNA.

There is no DNA sequence for this person in the FBI's internal database, so we cannot directly find him through DNA.

However, if you find a suspect, you can identify him through DNA testing. "

When Lacey heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on her face. Luo An also took the handwritten report outline from the other party with a smile and said with a smile:

"Thank you for your hard work."

"You're welcome."

Ahmed waved his hand, and then suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly picked up the autopsy record written by the medical examiner and added:

"By the way, the forensic doctor said that judging from the two wound marks on the leg of the deceased Pitdo Olson, the torturer should have used a SOG-S37 military dagger.

In addition, there were many marks on Pitdo Olson's face that he had been beaten. Based on these marks, the forensic doctor determined that there was a problem with the finger bones of the attacker's right hand, and he was most likely injured, and it was partially dented compared to normal people. "

Luo An nodded thoughtfully upon hearing this, and after thanking the other party again, he and Lacey returned to the special investigation team.

After getting the address of the barbecue restaurant given by the Trace Inspection Department, Mona quickly called up the surveillance video of the barbecue restaurant.

Then Mona turned back the time to the time before Pitdo Olson was kidnapped, that is, before 11:30 last night. Michelle, Lacey and Chenelle assisted, and soon discovered a Suspected white man.

Half an hour before the incident, this guy was having dinner with a white woman who looked to be in her forties. While they were having a happy chat, the white man suddenly received a call. He held the phone and exchanged a few words. The white man said to the table The person opposite apologized, got up and left the restaurant.

"This guy's name is Kelly Hunter. He is 37 years old. The woman opposite is his cousin."

Mona's fingers were flying on the keyboard, and she quickly found out the identities of the two people:

"Kelly Hunter served in the Union Army for a long time and fought on the battlefield outside the Union. He finally left the Army due to conflicts with his superiors.

Records show that Kelly-Hunter was an excellent marksman and served as a sniper or observer in many operations. "

Looking at the photos and information of Kelly Hunter with her head held high in Mona’s computer, Luo An then asked:

"How is his financial situation? Has anything unusual happened recently?"

"Not recently, it should be said that Kelly Hunter's financial situation has not been normal."

Michelle next to her pulled up Kelly Hunter’s bank records and said:

“This guy has a used car worth several thousand dollars, no real estate, and hasn’t filed a tax return in four years.

In the past four years, he has had no record of employment and his bank balance has remained at around US$2,000.

But he has always lived a good life. Although he is low-key, his daily performance is not like that of a person with only 2,000 US dollars in savings. "

"Either Kelly Hunter has a bank account that we don't know about yet, or he gets cash every once in a while through 'work.'"

Luo An chuckled and expressed his guess, then patted Michelle on the shoulder and asked:

"Where is this guy now?"

Michelle didn’t answer, but Mona next to her said:

"Surveillance showed that Kelly Hunter returned to his cousin's house ten minutes ago and never came out."

Luo An looked at Mona, then at Michelle, a hint of speechlessness flashed in his eyes, then turned around and walked quickly to the equipment room, saying:

"Chenelle, Winslow, Lacey, let's go and talk to Mr. Sniper about his tax evasion."