"Can I join us?" Jack hurried to catch up with the two.

Today, John was out on patrol alone, and when he heard that the attacker had an automatic weapon, although the command center did not notify the police officer to fall to the ground, Jack thought it would be better to follow and take a look, just in case.

"Yes, but you'll have to sit in the back seat." Tim has no objections, everyone is an old friend, not to mention that Jack is also a law enforcement officer.

There was no nonsense on the road, Tim drove and it only took 7 minutes to get to the location of the incident.

Along the way, several people could hear John's on-the-spot report on the radio, "Two gunmen ran away in a golden sedan with license plate number 2-San-Adam-Mary-564 and headed west of Fuller Street." ”

"The missing woman walked south."

Jack, who was sitting in the back seat of the police car, looked nostalgic, and when he was still a LAPD, he felt that this way of reporting the license plate was very efficient, and it was easy to confuse the English letters when pronounced alone, so words were usually used instead.

Connecting the first letter of each word with a number is the correct license plate number," 2SAM564. ”

Before the three Tim arrived, the African-American female police officer Nila Harper, who had won the "Golden Ticket" of the police station through years of undercover work, but chose a patrol position for her daughter, had arrived.

John seems to be fine, but his "studio" (police car) is miserable, with no window panes intact, and the entire right side of the car is riddled with bullet holes, as if he has just returned from the Syrian battlefield.

"Are you alright?" Lucy got out of the car and nervously looked up and down to see if John was injured.

"Code four, there is no need for additional assistance at the scene, and all units are doing their best to search for suspects."

"Note that the suspect was carrying an automatic weapon and could open fire at any moment."

Tim got out of the car and gave the order over the intercom.

"Aren't you looking for a missing woman? How did it get like this? Harper asked, puzzled.

John was shocked and confused, "I don't know, at first I thought it was domestic violence, and someone called the police to say that they saw a woman fleeing from a house." ”

"I arrived at the scene, and there were two men in the family, the man who identified himself as Daniel Charles, and a man who was said to be their family's nurse, Carlson."

"That Daniel Charles insisted that the missing woman was his wife, Linda, who was manic, and I felt like he wasn't telling the truth."

"Then I found the woman here, she looked delirious, she was supposed to be drugged, and she seemed to speak Russian."

"And then it happened, I was trying to take the woman to the hospital, and the two men suddenly appeared and fired at us, and when I returned the fire, I emptied two magazines, and the sirens from Harper's car came to scare them away, and the woman ran away."

"Oh, hi, Jack, why are you there?" John seemed like he had just seen Jack.

"Come and bring you afternoon tea, and then I heard that something happened to you, and I thought to see if I could help you, and you were fine."

Jack shrugged, the Wilshire Police Department has been too calm for a while, and seeing this fierce street shootout again today actually makes people feel inexplicably cordial.

"Do you think it's human trafficking?" Lucy wondered.

"Maybe, just go to that house and see." Tim turned and pulled the car door.

"Uh, my car," John looked at Harper with some embarrassment.

Harper sighed, "You use my 'studio', I'll take care of it here." ”

John got into Harper's police car, and this time Jack didn't have to squeeze into the back seat and sat in the passenger seat next to him.

I don't know if the back seat of the police car is deliberately designed like that, it's obviously a Chevrolet SUV model, but it's especially unfriendly to tall people, it's very awkward to sit up, and the waist can't straighten the legs and don't close together.

John led the way, and the four people and two cars came to the door of the house where he had received the police before, although they knew that there was unlikely to be someone inside, but after breaking the door, the three LAPDs still cautiously followed the search formation and rushed in, checking each room.

"Police, show up now!"

The usual search made sure that all the rooms were empty, and at the same time, Jack had already circled the house with his hands in his pockets, and then slowly walked through the door into the living room.

"Do you think something is wrong with this house?" Jack had a familiar sense of immediacy, as if he had seen a similar scene not long ago.

"All the photos in the frames were bought with you." John picked up a picture frame on the fireplace and showed it to everyone.

"There's not even a plate in the kitchen, and the fridge is empty." Lucy pouted.

Tim looked around, "It's like it's disguised as someone is living there." ”

"Safe house?" Jack wasn't sure if he would run into another witness protection program, it would be too cliché and the reader would be dissatisfied.

At this time, Tim, as the commander, called over the intercom, "Report, the suspect's vehicle was abandoned after arson, and the suspect or the missing woman was not found at the scene." ”

"Roger." Tim replied and slung the walkie-talkie back to his waist.

John paced slowly in the living room, instinctively sensing something more amiss, as a building contractor with a lot of renovation experience.

"It's so cramped, it's completely different from the outside."

As he spoke, he opened a wooden cabinet in the corner of the living room.

"Wow." Looking at the distribution box in the cabinet, his eyes widened.

"Jack, you should come and see this."

Jack leaned in and took a look, and couldn't help but whistle, "500MCM cable, that's 400 amperes of household current, it's a big problem, do they grow American herbs in it?" ”

"Hmph." Lucy didn't know what the two guys were playing, but it was even more uncomfortable to see Tim, who was also confused and still had a cool face next to her.

"I get it, but you two may need to explain it to Tim."

Tim glared at his woman dissatisfied, it was so shameless to dismantle his man's stage in front of outsiders.

"For example, John's luxury villa, after renovation, all the appliances upstairs and downstairs, water heaters, refrigerators, air conditioners, and that awesome infinity heated swimming pool, 200 amps is enough."

Jack kindly explained it to the two.

"So, either they secretly grow American herbs underground, or they have another purpose." As he spoke, John quickly opened a small tin box on the side of the cabinet, revealing a small screen inside.

(End of chapter)