Owens and another agent were guarding both sides of the RV door, and an agent was crouching under the window, and P229 was staring at the glass, and anyone or firearm that came out of this place would be the first to be hit.

Stretching out a fist, he swung it hard, and the hammer slammed into the door of the RV with a muffled "bang", and Owens rushed in with a gun.

The RV is divided into two compartments, the outer room is the kitchen and the simple living room, throwing a couch and a table, on which there is a small TV and a set of stereos, and the dizzying heavy metal rock is coming from the stereo.

There is a bed in the room, and the view from the bed makes your blood pump. A black girl. Red. Bare. Sitting on top of a strong black man, her black hair fluttering in the air as the girl rose and fell violently and screamed.

A man and a woman simply didn't hear the sound of banging on the door, heavy metal rock and put in love. Desire covers everything. Owens could see at a glance that the strong man beneath the black girl was Baccarin.

Owens shook his head, and the two agents grabbed a towel and threw it on the woman to cover her, then dragged her off the bed and tossed her aside amid the girl's screams.

Bakarin reacted quickly, immediately rolled around, rolled to the other side of the bed, and just put his hand under the pillow when a cold barrel pressed against his head: "FBI." Bakarin, on his knees, took his hands out slowly, very slowly. Yes, that's it, slow down, I'll shoot you faster. Owens' tone was as cold and unforgiving as the barrel of the gun.

As soon as Baccarin's hand was withdrawn, one of the agents had lifted the pillow, and a powerful desert eagle lay quietly underneath.

The black girl who had been pulled out of bed had been wrapped in a tablecloth that had been randomly pulled off the table by the other agents who had poured in, and had been put into an SUV.

In fact, the moment he slammed the door open, Bakarin was doomed to have nowhere to escape. This is not a residential area, you can jump out of the window or a lot of doors in the front and back, this is a RV car, the windows are so small that you can only stick out your head, and the only exit has long been blocked.

He raised his hands and knelt on the ground indifferently, and showed his biceps demonstratively: "I have a gun license, and the gun license was stolen, but you FBI should find out!" ”

The agents around him were busy searching, and no one paid attention to him. Owens just looked at him and didn't say a word, and Baccarin was anxious: "I said, during the day. Do. Love. I didn't break any laws, so why did you arrest me? ”

As the agents shook their heads, Owens's loss grew bigger and bigger. The barrel of his gun thrust hard: "Bakarin, where is your rambler parked, huh?" ”

Baccarin gave Owens a strange look, Rambler, when he didn't remember what it was, he shrugged, "Sold, sold a few months ago?" ”

Owens was a little annoyed and angry, and sold you for what you didn't register: "Sold to whom?" ”

It was not clear who the buyer was, but he was short of money at the time, so he simply put up a sign for his wanderer for sale. I can't remember exactly what day, but always, Bacarin drove around the city, and a man stopped him, gave him $1,000, and drove away.

Anyway, this car Bakarin has been used for a long time, and it is already overjoyed to be able to exchange it for 1,000 dollars. He was also worried that the buyer would regret the car if it was not in good condition, so how could he dare to stay too long.

The buyer's appearance Bakarin was thrown to the bottom of the Atlantic, and all Bakarin could see clearly at that time was the cute, charming, and sales-making . Soul of the dollar.

Escorting Bacarin out of the car and kneeling beside the RV, with two agents guarding him, Owens walked towards the three men, shaking his head as he went.

"It's been searched twice and there's nothing. The Rambler sold it a few months ago, and this one can't be verified for the time being. However, the woman's confession says that she had been with Baccarin all the time on the afternoon and night of Claire's disappearance. ”

Coleman suggested that everyone search Baccarin's RV again, but Wang Lei didn't know why he wasn't interested, and shook his head: "Owens, you call Thomson to see how their actions are going?" ”

Owens took out his phone, and before he could call up the phone book, Thomson's call came in. After a few short sentences, Owens was surprised and asked, "What?" Arrest? Killed! The search is ongoing. ”

The content of Thomson's report surprised everyone, and the heavily armed FBI team was not able to capture a Ulrich holding a 38 caliber!

Owens made a few more phone calls, then deflated, and asked his agent to let go of Bacarin: "Verified, Bacarin and his girlfriend went to a nearby bar on the night of Claire's disappearance, and played until late at night before leaving. ”

The facts are in front of you, Bakarin has nothing to do with the murderer that the FBI wants to hunt, and the operation fails. Now it is hoped that Thomson's side did not kill an innocent person because of a mistake, and that Thomson can save Claire from Ulrich's house and find evidence related to the first 3 deceased.

One hour later, Wang Lei and others, who were waiting in the FBI Philadelphia branch, joined Thomson and his entourage. Thomson was smiling and confident.

As bags of evidence were brought out and placed on the table, Thomson was overjoyed: "These are all found in Ulrich's house, photographs of the first three deceased and bulletins from all the newspapers after the crime. ”

Everyone stood up, and there were photos of the three victims before they died, which should have been taken when Ulrich was following them; More are the photos of the scene when the 3 victims were tortured, Rao is standing here at this time are all battle-hardened elites, and I feel that the content of the photos can be described in four words: "miserable!" ”

The operation was only half successful, Thomson was unable to find any trace of Claire, nor was he able to find the location where Ulrich imprisoned and killed the victim.

A search of Ulrich's home found no cellars, basements, or secret compartments, including the FBI's use of a life detector to search the surroundings of the premises, again to no avail.

Thomson himself was helpless: "Because of Ulrich's killing, there are only two scenarios left. ”

Even Nathan knew this, first of all, Claire was kidnapped by someone else; Secondly, Ulrich imprisoned the victim not at home, but prepared a separate place.

Ignoring Owens' authority, Thomson directly gave the order: "Take Ulrich's house as the central point, search all the abandoned houses within a radius of 10 kilometers, and act immediately." ”

Throwing down a few people who looked at each other, Thomson threw down a sentence: "I'll go to the information center to direct and coordinate the search, and I'll call the Philadelphia police to cooperate." ”

What kind of situation is this, Wang Lei and the three of them stared at Owens, it was too overstepping. At this point, it is not an exaggeration to catch Thomson for trying to snoop on state secrets.

Sighing, Owens found a place to sit. This is Thomson's character, even if he reports to the headquarters, because Thomson has many previous relationships, no one will really deal with it.

Wang Lei thought for a while and proposed: "I guess the search work can't be completed in a moment, why don't you go to the hotel for a few drinks, chat while drinking, and wait for news?" ”

Drinking, this matter is exactly what Owens wants, and there is really nothing for him here, Thomson is proficient in all the techniques of the FBI, except for the most advanced equipment, and the rest of his mouth is the head.

The women went to the Philadelphia Museum of Art, and the four big men certainly smoked and drank and never left home. In fact, Coleman used to rarely smoke, but recently under the influence of Wang Lei, there is a trend of increasing number of cigarettes.

After drinking half a glass of wine, Wang Lei asked a question: "Coleman, I don't want to alarm the rest of the Philadelphia branch to check a little news, is there a way?" ”

"Ask the headquarters, are you afraid that the headquarters will not be able to find out the news?" Nathan opened his mouth to enter, and Coleman glared at him, stupid.

Owens drank another half glass, reached out and grabbed the bottle, and poured it for himself: "Nathan, there are also people close to Philadelphia at the headquarters. Wang Lei meant to hide all the FBI insiders associated with Philadelphia. Rest assured, I have the means. ”

Owens took out a very small tablet, he was the director of Philadelphia, and he could directly bypass the firewall and remotely log into the system without alerting the information processing center of the branch.

Cowman glanced at Wang Lei secretly, this is what Wang Lei asked him on the way, just now it was just a play by Nathan and him, just to let Owens take the initiative to jump out, this is Philadelphia, Owens must contribute.

Wang Lei wants to check all the lists of any FBI person who was in a car accident or other injuries 15 years ago and was unable to move freely and was bedridden for more than half a year.

This is not any confidential information, Owens didn't take much time, and directly handed the tablet to Wang Lei: "See for yourself." ”

Claire hadn't seen the demon all day, the chains of her hands and feet had been unchained, but the dwarf cage still restrained her movements.

Claire clasped her hands on her knees, her body shaking all the time. By now, she had been beaten more than 3 times, and her eyes were so red and swollen that she couldn't open anything.

No matter how much she begged for mercy, she even took the initiative to cooperate with that demon's. Strong. Adultery did not make the demon feel a little compassion.

The devil's favorite thing to do is to be in. Strong. Traitor. At the same time, she raised the iron rod and whipped her all over her body, as if her screams were the greatest pleasure of the devil.

Claire wished she could die, even if she died now, and she greeted it with a smile, her broken ankle already swollen like a loaf of bread hanging from her foot.

Claire suddenly grabbed the steel bar of the iron cage, lowered her head and slammed into it in succession: "God, please, listen to my prayers, let me die now, and don't let me see that demon again." My God...... Woowoowoo......"