Los Angeles Detective

Honey Lister's house.

A black Ford SUV was parked not far away.

Luke watched through the car window with a binoculars. The front and back yards of Honey Lister's house were surrounded by white wooden fences. The height of the wooden fence was 50 cm higher than that of the neighbor's house, which provided better privacy.

Luke put down the binoculars. The white wooden fence was more than one meter high, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside from this angle.

It was getting dark, and the visibility of the naked eye was obviously reduced.

Luke took out the walkie-talkie, "Jackson, the infrared drone is ready to take off."

"Okay, Captain."

The drone slowly lifted off from a distance, and Luke clicked on the mobile phone software to receive infrared images synchronously.

The drone flew over Honey Lister's house, and the terrain structure of Honey Lister's house could be photographed from above.

The front yard is flat and free of clutter and human-shaped heat sources.

There were no lights on in the house, and no apparent heat source was found.

The drone flew to the backyard again, and it seemed that a large rectangular pit had been dug in the middle. The infrared imaging was not very clear.

Luke glanced at the sky outside. It was not completely dark yet, so he took out the walkie-talkie and said, "Jackson, switch to a high-definition camera."

"receive."

Not long after, the video on the screen switched to a normal image. Although the sky was a bit dark, it could still be seen clearly.

There was indeed a large rectangular pit in the backyard. Plastic bags were piled up on both sides of the pit, half of which was covered with a dark green cloth.

Xiao Hei also came over, his eyes widened, "Is this a trench dug in the back?"

Luke nodded, "Probably."

"Why is he digging this in the backyard?" Xiao Hei felt a little strange, and guessed, "Did he expect the police to come to him? He was going to hide in the trenches and fight back."

Luke couldn't figure it out, and didn't bother to think about it. If he were a normal person, he wouldn't engage in terrorist attacks.

After the drone completed its reconnaissance, there was no sign of Honey Lister.

Of course, it was not ruled out that Honey Lister was hiding in the house, but the heat source could not be detected because of the cover of the roof.

Luke was not in a hurry to act, so he led people to guard near Honey Lister's house. He had already received news from Reid that the FBI people were rushing here, so let them chew on the hard bones.

Ten minutes later, the FBI arrived nearby.

The head of the FBI called and asked Luke to meet in a black van.

Luke confirmed the license plate number, and then opened the business car door.

Sitting in the car was a middle-aged Caucasian woman with ear-length hair and a public face, wearing a black professional attire, like a professional elite.

The woman offered to shake hands with Luke, "I am Lynn Blois, deputy director of the FBI's Los Angeles office, the head of the counter-terrorism department.

Counselor Li, thank you for the information. "

Luke said, "Since you call me Consultant Li, we are all on our own, and we should share information and cooperate with each other."

"You're right, not only the Criminal Investigation Department needs criminal investigation consultants, but we also need them."

There are multiple anti-terrorism departments in the United States. The reason why Reid told the FBI about the terrorists instead of other departments is also after many considerations.

First of all, he had contacted Frank. If the boss had instructions, he would definitely follow what Frank said.

Secondly, he has to listen to Luke's thoughts, after all, Luke is the actual person in charge of the case.

Luke himself is more inclined to the FBI.

The reason is simple, he himself is the FBI's criminal investigation consultant.

Lynn Blois said, "Consultant Li, can you tell me about the situation here?"

"Of course." Luke briefly described when they arrived at Honey Lister's house and the situation at Honey Lister's house.

After hearing this, Lynn Blois asked back, "Consultant Li, what do you think about the next move?"

"Although I have solved some cases, I don't know much about terrorists. For example, Honey Lister is obviously a retired soldier. He may have participated in the attack on terrorists in the Middle East. Why is he now Change your position and demand the release of terrorist leaders in prisons."

Lynn Blois took out the tablet and tapped it a few times, "This is all the information we can find on Honey List.

The unit he belonged to served in the Middle East for two years, during which he performed well, was injured once, and made meritorious service twice. He is a very good soldier.

The following information is about his return to China after retiring.

After returning to Los Angeles, he found several jobs, each of which lasted less than two months.

He has been out of work since the slaughterhouse closed.

In addition, he has an alarm record. The caller was his mother's neighbor, claiming that he heard gunshots early in the morning, and the gunshots came from his mother's house.

The police arrived at the scene and inquired about the situation. His mother claimed that no shots were fired at home, but the police found bullet holes and traces of gunpowder in the home.

Then his mother told the truth. She woke up Honey List in the morning. Honey List seemed to be frightened and shot instinctively. This was a complete misunderstanding.

Shortly thereafter, Honey Lister was diagnosed with PTSD and moved out of his mother's house, making his financial and living situation even more difficult.

His mental state should be very unstable.

The excellent performance in the army and the gap in real life may make him dissatisfied with the country and the system, and do some things to retaliate against the society. "

Luke said, "We stared around his house for a while, and there was no movement in the house.

If he is not in the house and you cannot find his whereabouts immediately, will you consider releasing the terrorists? "

"Absolutely not, even if I have this idea, the higher-ups will not agree.

Therefore, in order to prevent Los Angeles from falling into a terrorist threat, Consultant Li, I need your assistance. I know your investigation ability, plus my understanding and familiarity with terrorism.

The odds are good for us. "

Luke also understood that there was no way out now, even if he knew that the bones ahead were hard, he still had to chew on them.

It has been less than 11 hours since the next round of explosions.

Time was running out, and they had no time to wait any longer, so the two decided to act immediately.

The house was searched by the FBI Special Service.

Luke led a search of the backyard and guarded the back door of the house.

Luke has no objection to this arrangement. Although the credit for arresting the suspect is great, it may be that he will eat a bomb. Although Luke has a bullet-avoiding card, it is used to save his life in response to special circumstances, not knowingly There may be a bomb in the house and you have to rush in.

The FBI secret service team is well-equipped, bulletproof helmets, night vision goggles, body armor... It can be said that they are armed to the teeth.

Following Lynn Blois' order.

"Bang!"

The FBI special team stormed the house.

"FBI."

Almost at the same time, Luke also rushed into the backyard with someone, "lapd!"

Raymond led people to guard the back door of the house.

Luke led a search of the backyard.

The trench in the middle of the backyard was dug with edges and corners, which was very standard. The trench was more than one meter deep, and the surroundings were piled high with bags of soil, with a drop of nearly two meters.

Xiao Hei lifted off the dark green tarpaulin on the top of the trench, and the entire interior of the trench came into view.

There is a camp bed bedding and some daily necessities in the trench.

Xiao Hei looked surprised, "This guy has been living here, what a freak."

Luke sighed, "Maybe he's used to this way of life and it makes him feel more secure."

Xiao Hei said softly, "He's also a poor guy."

Jackson took several patrolmen to watch outside the backyard.

He has two tasks, one is to prepare for support at any time, and the other is to guard the surroundings to prevent people from taking the back road.

Seeing Luke and others rushing into the backyard, he also became nervous, worried about another explosion.

After a while, there was not much noise inside or outside the house, and his hanging heart was relieved.

Suddenly, he found an old-fashioned white Honda car driving not far away, and the speed of the car dropped significantly when it drove nearby.

But the car didn't stop, and drove past the street in the backyard of Honey Lister's house at a constant speed.

It was dark, and Jackson couldn't see clearly what was going on in the car, but he had a feeling that the people in the car were also staring in his direction.

He got inside the police car and searched the license plate of the white Honda.

After seeing the owner's information, his face changed drastically.

"Captain, we found a white suspect vehicle, the owner of which is Honey Lister's mother." After Jackson finished speaking, he stepped on the accelerator and chased him out.

Luke was in the trench just now, and he didn't hear Jackson's call clearly, so he asked Xiao Hei beside him, "What did he find?"

Xiao Hei was also confused, "I didn't hear clearly, so he just drove away. I didn't expect this kid to have such a reckless side."

...

Inside a speeding police car, Jackson was concentrating on driving while looking ahead.

Suddenly the intercom rang.

"What happened to Jackson?" Luke's voice came over the intercom.

"Captain, I found Honey Lister's mother's car."

Luke asked, "Are you sure it's Honey Lister driving?"

"No." Jackson looked at the fast white Honda in front of him, "But I can be sure that the driver will definitely not be an old white lady."

"Stop him!"

"Got it." Jackson hung up the walkie-talkie and his gaze became sharp.

He was the number one in the police academy driving test.

The speed of the car increased again.

Jackson turned on the lights and sounded the horn, signaling the white Honda to pull over.

However, the white Honda had no intention of stopping and was still driving at a high speed.

Suddenly, the white Honda turned right at the intersection ahead, almost hitting pedestrians on the zebra crossing.

"Fuck, you @#￥%..." the pedestrians on the side of the road yelled.

Jackson also turned right and lowered his speed in order to avoid pedestrians, but he quickly chased after him and signaled the other party to stop again.

The white Honda still ignored it.

After warning twice in a row, Jackson didn't want to give him another chance. He stepped on the accelerator and drove to the left lane of the white Honda car. Then, he slammed the steering wheel and slammed into the left rear of the white Honda car.

There was a "bang".

The two cars collided with each other, and there was a close contact, and Bai's Honda car was directly hit and turned sideways.

"You may be a good soldier, but not a good driver." Jackson muttered, knocking over the white Honda directly.

"Boom..." The white Honda car slid a few meters away and hit the guardrail next to it.

Jackson got out of the car, gun in both hands, walked to the white Honda, "lapd!"

"Don't move." Jackson squatted on the ground and looked at Honey Lister in the cab. Because of the rollover, his head was hit and there were scratches on his body, but the injuries didn't look serious.

"Put your hand where I can see it."

Jackson snapped and was ready to shoot. He knew exactly what kind of enemy he was facing.

Several police cars drove over, and more police officers rushed to the scene to support.

Jackson's hanging heart was also relieved.

A patrolman opened the driver's door, and Jackson pulled Honey List out of the car, pinned him to the side of the car, and handcuffed him.

Honey List looked at Jackson and the others with an angry look on his face, "Why did you arrest me?"

"You are suspected of being involved in a terrorist attack."

"You are framing, I did not."

"Be honest." Jackson began to search him.

"Fuck, don't touch me, I don't have a weapon."

Jackson seemed to have heard a joke, "A person like you has no weapons? Do you think I will believe it?"

"You're right, I like guns, but since I almost accidentally injured my mother, I don't carry guns anymore." Honey List stared at Jackson and said coldly,

"You should thank my mother, if I had a gun with me, you would be a corpse by now."

Jackson's face changed slightly, and when he was about to say something, Luke led someone over, "Hey, buddy, how are you? Are you not hurt?"

Jackson spread his hands, with a look of indifference, "Small, I haven't started to play, it's over."

Luke smiled, "Just be yourself, don't deliberately imitate someone's accent, he is not as popular as he said."

Jackson "..."

Xiao Hei "..."

Luke walked up to Honey Lister, "How's the injury? Shall I call you an ambulance?"

Honey Lister didn't buy it, he gritted his teeth and said, "Stop being hypocritical, what do you guys really want?"

"Tell your accomplice, I can help you become a tainted witness."

"I don't know what you're talking about? I haven't done anything illegal and have no accomplices."

Luke asked back, "Then why are you running?"

Honey List clenched his fists, the veins on his neck bulged, "A group of enemies raided my home.

What am I supposed to do if I face a group of heavily armed enemies alone without a weapon and don't run away?

To be a target? Or surrender to the enemy? "

Jackson corrected, "Hey man, this isn't the Middle East, it's Los Angeles.

We are not the enemy, but the lapd.

If you think of us as the enemy, it means that you subconsciously think of yourself as a criminal or a terrorist. "

"I'm not phobic, you guys made a mistake!" Honey List stared at Jackson and provocatively said,

"If I were fearful, you would be dead already!"