The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"Up, up!"

“The corner is safe!”

"Safety on the left!"

"Did you find anything?"

"No one, safe!"

With the SWAT team clearing the way, Jack and Hannah walked at the back. The smell in the basement was very unpleasant. In the dark and humid environment, the musty smell was mixed with some inexplicable smell.

This was originally supposed to be used as a laundry room. There were several broken washing machines placed against the wall. There were also pipes overhead that were used to heat the entire villa in winter. They were in disrepair and were dripping down. Dripping.

In the largest room, there were seven or eight mattresses, with some underwear and sundries scattered on them. It could be seen that the people who originally lived here were in a hurry when they left.

"Fake, what kind of beast are we dealing with!" A SWAT team member searched the innermost room, exited, and kicked a washing machine angrily, making a loud bang.

"Go over and take a look." Hannah tilted her head slightly to Jack, and the two walked into the empty small room.

The flashlight light shined on the cement wall, and it was covered with paintings of various small animals, ponds, white clouds, flowers and birds, and little girls holding the hands of their parents.

This is probably the only daily entertainment for these poor girls who are forced to pick up customers every night and can only be locked in the basement the rest of the time.

Because these paintings are not painted with paint, but with cheap cosmetics of various colors.

Jack felt that his chest was congested, and he tried to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm down, but he couldn't. Hannah's eyes next to him were filled with tears, and she covered her mouth trying to stop herself from crying. .

"Sir, I think you should come over here and take a look at this," a SWAT team member shouted from across the basement.

A small room here was decorated as a simple operating room, with a simple operating bed, a shadowless lamp, and some simple surgical tools on the dirty sink.

"I need to go out and take a breath." Hannah turned and quickly left the basement.

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"They have at least one gynecologist who performs illegal surgeries on girls who accidentally get pregnant. New York State law allows DUO pregnancies, and surgeons with legal licenses will not take such a big risk to take on such a job.

Coupled with the background of this group, I suggested targeting unlicensed underground doctors of Ukrainian origin hiding in the slums. "

Jack hung up the phone with Jubal and immediately called Danny Regan, "Hey, Danny, it's me. I need your NYPD help again. We found out that both villas belong to a shell company. Company owned.

Yes, just talk to their property manager in the name of your NYPD. There is too much noise now. If we don't want to discover a new forest cemetery, it's best to keep a low profile. OK, please. "

After hanging up the phone, Jack looked at Hannah in the passenger seat next to him. Her face had returned to normal, but her blue eyes seemed calm, but under the calm sea there seemed to be a volcano that could erupt at any time.

"Have a rest for a while. Let's go to the hospital at dawn and talk to Hailey to see if we can get more information, such as the identity of the doctor."

Jack put down his seat, found a comfortable position for himself, and said to Hannah.

"I'm sorry, was my behavior just now too unprofessional?" Hannah flattened her seat like him and also turned her head towards him.

"I know my girl is very strong, and I also know that you are very angry right now, but I just remind you one thing. This is New York after all. It's best to exercise some restraint, at least not to do too much until I'm prepared." "Excessive"

Jack knew that this little girl hated evil and had the unique ruthlessness of a Texas guy in her bones. If he couldn't control her, there was no guarantee that she would not be able to help but stir up some big trouble.

After all, they are not in Los Angeles now. Although the Anderson family has a certain influence in the FBI, this is the East Coast. Hannah's previous enemies in Georgia relied on his knowledge of the plot to help solve the problem.

"I just think those girls are so pitiful." Hannah knew what Jack was worried about and nodded to show her understanding.

After sleeping in the car for a few hours, Jack waited until dawn and drove the car near the hospital. Jack found a coffee shop and bought some food to fill their hungry stomachs, and then came to Hailey with Hannah. ward.

The girl seemed to be recovering well. Beside her bed, a female sketch artist sent by the FBI was drawing a portrait based on her description.

Jack took the completed painting that was placed on the corner of the bed. It showed the appearance of a typical Eastern European male, with a square chin, a slightly hooked nose, thin lips, and cold eyes.

"Is this the snake?"

Hailey nodded and said nothing, as if she still had some subconscious resistance to the opposite sex.

Jack stepped aside and Hannah continued to ask questions.

"We've made some progress, so some questions have to be asked, have you been in contact with a doctor?"

Hailey's attitude now is quite cooperative, "No, but other girls have, and I've heard them talk about him."

"Can you tell me in detail, such as his appearance?" Hannah asked quickly.

"They said he was old and told them that he had been a doctor in Ukraine." Hailey tried to remember.

"Anything else? Any tiny detail is fine, it's important." Hannah sat on the edge of the bed and gently put her hand on her shoulder.

"Well" Hailey lowered her head and twirled her fingers, her eyes a little vacant, "He is a nice guy. Girls who have met him say that he is the only one who shows a little kindness to them."

Hannah and Jack looked at each other, both speechless.

After leaving the hospital, the two of them found a Starbucks to sit down and sent a message to Danny Regan. Soon after, with his jacket open and a police badge and gun on his waist, Danny Regan came He rushed over and sat down in front of the two of them.

"I heard that you like Starbucks very much?" Danny Regan seemed to be in a good mood.

"Huh?" Jack was a little confused and glanced at Hannah beside him, who was also confused.

"It seems like you've been really busy these past two days." Danny Regan took out his phone, found a piece of news, and showed the screen to the two of them.

Jack thought that almost half a month had passed since the previous press conference, and no one in this fast-paced city would have remembered him. However, some well-fed reporter dug up the story of the supermarket incident that took place in Los Angeles. shooting.

It was a photo taken from the originally blurry video. It showed the moment when Jack just turned back and looked in the direction of the photographer. Then the reporter placed another photo taken at the press conference. I made a comparison next to it, and then put a big question mark.

The news headline was, "Is it Him?" 》.

Although he knew that this was probably part of Rosie's plan to "make a name for himself", Jack still rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. No wonder the waitress looked at him a little strange just now.

Fortunately, Danny Regan was not a gossip. After a few jokes, he focused on business.

"Inlisa Holliman is the property manager you asked me to contact. She was a little too cooperative."