Wang Lei walked silently, his two hands in his pockets wrapped his jacket tightly, and listened to Murray's detailed explanation.

It turned out that the first to call the police for the disappearance of Mads was the airport. Whether Mads is vice president of Green or not, he is just a passerby at the airport.

After boarding, before takeoff, the flight attendant noticed that one passenger did not board the plane. The flight attendant was startled, did not dare to slack off, and immediately reported to the captain.

The captain was also frightened and immediately reported to the control tower. So, after repeated shouts from the airport hall had no effect, the control tower called up the passenger's luggage.

I don't know if I don't know the road, and I was shocked when I saw it. The passenger who did not board the plane was checked in two large suitcases. There have been many bombings in the United States in recent years, and everyone has a string in their minds.

Two large suitcases were placed there, and no one had the guts to step forward. The airport's first response, of course, was to call the police, and not only to call the police, but also to ask the police to have bomb disposal specialists.

The Las Vegas police were in a state of panic after receiving the call, and if there was an explosion attack at the airport, the situation would be extremely serious, and it could even affect the tourism revenue of the entire casino.

Las Vegas police sent a large number of police to surround the entire airport, evacuating and interrogating passengers one by one, including airport staff.

Under strict protection, the bomb disposal team carefully opened the two large suitcases and found that they were empty, with nothing and no waste paper.

The results of the search relieved the Las Vegas police, it was not a terrorist attack, and the disappearance of a person, even a rich man, was too ordinary in Las Vegas, where high rollers gathered.

A simple case was filed, and it was thrown to the missing person team of the police station, and the large army retreated like a tide. It wasn't until the afternoon that the FBI branch in Las Vegas suddenly sent someone to take over the case, and the police realized that the matter was not as easy as they imagined.

The FBI branch in Las Vegas was not full of food and had nothing to do, and felt that it was boring to be idle, so it took the initiative to relieve the pressure on the police.

Casey had been at home waiting for her husband's return, and as was usual practice, Mads was supposed to enter the house around half past twelve. But this time, Casey waited until 3 p.m., made countless phone calls along the way, her husband's phone turned off, and she didn't hear the familiar footsteps of the past.

Casey couldn't help but call the airport in Los Angeles to inquire, and the airport informed him that although the flight was delayed, it had already landed. Moreover, the good-natured operator also checked for Casey, and regretfully told Casey that there was no one named Mads on the flight's passenger list.

Casey patiently called Green's Las Vegas branch. Casey, a polite company over there, Mads came to the company in the morning and went to the airport with his suitcase.

Casey panicked, knowing that his father had great powers, and immediately called his father and forced Mikkelson to leave the board meeting that was being held.

Mikkelson, who loves his daughter, comforts his daughter while asking his secretary to answer Robert's phone. Robert won't be as short-sighted as the Las Vegas police, and he's well aware of the infinite wind Lang hidden behind him.

Robert immediately promised Mikkelson that he would send the FBI's most elite investigative team to Las Vegas to find Mads, whether he was missing or kidnapped.

Sorting out the causes and consequences of the matter and figuring out the key people involved is the first element of detection. Cowman glanced at Nathan, who was pulling out a notebook to record the names and relationships of several people Murray had just mentioned.

The Las Vegas airport lounge has three lounges, one of which stands at the door with an FBI badge in the field. Murray pushed open the door, and inside sat an ordinary young woman, Morena.

Morena sat in the VIP room for a long time, and his mind was constantly on the go. She didn't know why the FBI would intervene in this matter, she had already told the police everything that knew about it, and the police didn't think it was her business?

Wang Lei didn't rush forward to ask, looked left and right, found a cup and poured half a glass of water, and handed it to Morena with a smile: "Don't be afraid, they left you to wait for us to come." Now, all you need to do is repeat what happened yesterday morning in detail, I'll ask a few questions, and then I'll ask them to take you home. ”

With Wang Lei's assurance, Morena felt a lot more relaxed. So, she repeated everything she had seen at about 10 a.m. the day before, and everything Mads had ever said.

Morena is very smart, and even Wang Lei's expression of Maders, which he has not yet smelled, has described a rough idea from memory.

After listening, Wang Lei turned around and said, "Morey, you arrange for your people to send Morena home, the matter has nothing to do with her." Morena, thank you. ”

Politely saying goodbye to Wang Lei, Morena trotted out of the VIP room that made her have some heart palpitations, and the two FBIs standing at the door, their cold gaze, have always made Morena tremble.

As soon as he ran to the door, Morena hesitated and stopped, turned around and looked at Wang Lei again: "There is something I don't know whether to say or not." I saw Mr. Mads walk out of the airport hall when a man followed him. ”

Morena remembers that at that time, Mads left the service desk with a smile and just walked out of the airport hall when a tall, thin man wearing a peaked cap who appeared to be waiting for a flight followed him.

At that time, it was the peak period of boarding, and there were generally only people who entered the hall, and there were few people who went out, and the man didn't have any luggage in his hand, so Morena remembered it more deeply.

After Morena left, Cowman glanced at Murray complainingly, a very important piece of information, Murray and his subordinates did not ask before they arrived, which really disappointed the FBI Las Vegas branch.

Mo Rui's face turned red, this was a purely low-level mistake, he turned his face and sternly scolded the two people at the door just now: "You guys go and get the surveillance video in the hall immediately, and we'll watch it again." ”

In fact, not only in the lobby, but also in the surveillance video of the airport parking lot, Murray has also seen it many times. It can be seen that Mades left the waiting hall and did not go to the parking lot to drive his car, but hailed a taxi and then disappeared quickly.

In fact, Murray still did some investigative work, and the taxi that Mads was taking at the airport was found by them. The driver looked at the photo and remembered it for a long time before nodding yes.

However, Mads only took this taxi not far out of the airport, so he asked the driver to stop and got out of the car himself. The driver definitely couldn't ask more, he drove away, and how Mads got out of there later, the driver didn't know how to go.

At this point, the clues are all broken, except for the thin and tall man wearing a peaked cap that Wang Lei asked, there is no other information that can help.

Surveillance footage in the departure hall did show a man as described by Morena following Mads out of the hall for a few seconds, but the cap on the man's head was so low that he couldn't distinguish his face, which means that one of the FBI's biggest weapons, the facial recognition system, was abolished.

Wang Lei stood at the door of the hall, Coleman accompanied him, and the two of them observed the details around them. Any difficult case is not easy to solve, and both of them are veterans, so naturally they are not panicking.

Wang Lei pointed to the left side of the waiting hall, which was a bar: "Coleman, let's go, take a look, maybe, Mads will go to the bar for a drink when he is bored." ”

That's right, Coleman quickens the pace, the habits of Americans cannot be ignored, there are a lot of people who go to the bar to drink while waiting for the plane, and they are a little drunk and sleep soundly after the plane takes off.

In the afternoon, there are relatively few flights and the bar is quiet. The bartender took a rag and wiped the bar for a while, and there were a few people sitting sparsely in the corner.

Coleman took out his ID and showed it to the bartender, put a picture of Maders on the bar, and tapped his fingers: "Do you know this person?" ”

The bar looked impatiently and shut up. Coleman was furious and was about to reach out to grab the bartender, but Wang Lei grabbed him, took out $10 and pressed it under the photo, smiling silently.

The young bartender's eyes lit up, and he pushed an empty glass over, pressed the photo, and pulled out the $10 bill from the bottom of the cup with one hand, and stuffed it neatly into his pocket.

The Bartender Mads has not only seen it, but is more familiar with it. Every time Mads came and went, he would come and sit here for about half an hour, and the day before was no exception.

Still, the bar noticed that Mads was a little different from before.

In the past, Medes would order a glass of whiskey with a serving of water and taste it there. And, every time I got up to leave, I had at least half of the whiskey left in my glass.

The day before, Mads had also arrived, this time ordering pure whiskey and specifically instructing the bartender not to mix it with water. After less than half an hour of sitting, the bartender saw Mads take a glass of wine and drink it all.

"However, although Mads seems to have something on his mind, the tip is still as generous as before." The bartender was a little sorry, he also heard about Mads's disappearance, and in the future, it may be difficult to meet someone so fixed and so heroic.

The bartender also observed that while Mads was drinking, there was a man sitting at a table not far from him, ordering a glass of water, which was free, and naturally the bartender did not have a tip to take.

The man, according to the bartender, had been looking at Mads unobtrusively. He came in with Mads and left with Mads. The tip is a huge contrast, and the bartender remembers it very clearly.

"The man was tall, skinny, and wore a peaked cap. I reckon he must be one. Same. Sex. Love, how can a man be so focused on looking at another man's truth. The bartender held his lips and despised the cap.