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

"Sergio?" Jack reached out and removed the boy's two wrist joints, searched him again, found a dagger, and a bag of American herbs and handed them to Hannah.

"What do you want to do? I don't know you!" Sergio screamed in pain, his eyes turned around and wanted to call for help.

"I think we need to talk." Jack said, grabbing him by the back collar and dragging him into the apartment building like a dog.

"The FBI is on duty!" Hannah showed her ID to the passers-by who wanted to gather around her, turned around, closed the door, and followed the two of them.

"Help! Help! Police violence." Sergio was halfway through shouting when Jack punched him back, knocking out two teeth and falling into a semi-conscious state.

"Bang!" When he reached the top floor, Jack kicked open the iron door leading to the rooftop, dragged Sergio to the side near the patio, and punched him in the chest and abdomen.

"Ugh!" Sergio was hit hard in the stomach and a mouthful of acidic water spurted out. He curled up on the ground in pain and almost choked to death on his own gastric juice.

"Where is Stephanie?" Jack stepped on the palm of his left hand and rubbed it back and forth with a cold voice.

"What the hell Stephanie. Cough. Ah! Stop! I don't know what you are talking about!"

Seeing that this guy was still arrogant, Jack simply grabbed his calf with one hand, lifted him up, stretched out from the rooftop, and hung him upside down in the air.

"Where is the girl you kidnapped from the Queens bus station three weeks ago?" Hannah asked sharply from the side.

"We are not the NYPD. Even if my partner lets go and lets you fall to your death, it will only be a matter of writing one more report."

Jack deliberately let go of his hand, allowing him to fall down a bit. The place where he was originally holding his calf was replaced by his ankle, which directly made the guy's crotch wet.

"I really don't remember. I took away many girls there. Please, let me go up. Please! I don't want to die. Help! I'll tell you whatever you want to know. Please don't let go!"

Seeing that this thing was crying so much that he had tears and snot in his nose, and was so frightened that he peed his pants. Jack felt that the heat was almost over, so he took back his arm and threw him to the ground with a strong shake.

"How many girls have you kidnapped? Where are they? Tell the truth, or I will throw you away directly!"

"I said, stop hitting me. I'll tell you whatever you want to know, but I really don't remember Stephanie, and I'm not a kidnapper."

Sergio's wrists were dislocated, and he couldn't even stand up from the ground. He could only half-kneel on the ground and support his body with his elbows. His face turned pale in pain.

Seeing that he was completely honest, Jack stretched out his feet to turn him over, motioned Hannah to contact the NYPD, and at the same time stepped on his shoulders and connected his wrists.

"You still have about ten minutes before the NYPD arrives, so the next ten minutes of conversation will determine whether the NYPD will send you to jail or to the morgue."

Hearing this threat, Sergio shuddered and confessed honestly.

"I just need money to buy drugs. Those girls are not serious people anyway. I know that as long as we chat for a few words and hear that we can smoke for free, they will follow me. "

When Hannah heard this, she was so angry that she wanted to give this guy another kick.

"So your method is to strike up a conversation with those girls who seem to be alone at the station, and then use a few mouthfuls to make them lose their ability to resist?"

Jack was quite speechless. The happy education in this country was really great, so in many cases it was not adolescent rebellion at all, but simply a lack of IQ.

"Of course, I use high-quality products that are strong enough. Of course, I sometimes threaten them with a knife. If they don't dare to resist, no family members will come to them. I will find out clearly during the chat."

"Yes, if they have family members, you will use their mobile phones to send a fake message to their families afterwards, in case someone calls the police."

Hannah couldn't help it anymore and stepped on Sergio's finger, causing him to scream again in pain.

"Then what? What happens after you kidnap those girls? Put them on the dark web for sale. Whoever pays the highest price gets it?"

In his previous life, Jack had heard about an old American e-commerce company naming furniture after girls and then auctioning it directly online. If this was really the case, then he would have no choice but to go back and use the attack plan. This kind of case cannot be solved in a short time. Yes, who knows how many dignitaries will be involved later.

"No, no, no, I only sell to one person, Hugo. He will use drugs to force these girls to work, uh, that kind of sex work, you know." Sergio rubbed his fingers desperately.

Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It was tragic to be forced to sell silver by gangsters to make money, but at least it meant that these girls, including Stephanie, were probably still alive. So this was more or less "good" news.

"Last question, where are these girls being held?" Hannah asked.

"I don't know." Before Sergio finished speaking, he saw the female FBI pulling out the dagger found from him. She was so frightened that she screamed and shook her head desperately.

"Maybe it's in Hartford. I really don't know the specific address. They come to pick people up every time. In order to keep it confidential, we don't even use mobile phones to communicate. I swear, this is true!"

"Then how do you contact each other?" Hannah stepped on his palm, as if she would chop off two of his fingers if she disagreed.

"That." Sergio pointed to the pigeon loft with his other hand tremblingly.

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"Remember to arrange a more 'welcoming' detention center for this scumbag. He needs a grand welcome ceremony." Jack played a cigar to Danny, who had just arrived.

"Sorry, I just heard about this case. My father has ordered the Ministry of Internal Affairs to require all branches to take strict measures, but..." Danny's expression was a little hard to explain.

Jack was not interested in talking about institutional issues at this time and casually changed the topic, "It's not your fault. If you were that kind of policeman, we wouldn't be friends."

"What are you going to do next?" Danny looked at several FBI technicians who were opening the pigeon loft and checking the pigeons inside one by one. He didn't know what they were going to do.

"Find a few healthy pigeons and install them with locators, hoping they can lead us to Hugo's old nest."

Jack had just called Jubal, and as expected, Chloe, after unremitting efforts, took off the plastic tie in her hand and planned to sneak attack Helton who was holding a gun.

Jubal decisively "betrayed" the hostage's behavior to Helton. Seeing that Helton still tied another plastic tie to the girl through his sleeves, he felt slightly relieved and was glad that he followed Jack's suggestion.

Taking this as an opportunity, the two middle-aged men who had initially established a trusting relationship chatted for nearly an hour together. In the end, even Chloe, who was a hostage, joined in.

After Jubal informed Helton of the latest investigation progress on Jack and Hannah's side, and heard that his daughter had the exact whereabouts, Helton finally stopped mentioning the damn time limit.

After the technician released the pigeons, it was confirmed that the pigeons were flying towards Hartford in the northeast. Jack drove Hannah directly onto Highway 84. At the same time, Dana Moger also A SWAT team was dispatched and followed them.