"There's a security control panel here, but I've never seen anything like it, it's Cyrillic?"

John squinted and leaned closer to the panel, trying to make out the difficult Russian words.

"Don't!" Jack didn't have time to stop it, and watched as the guy pressed the button that said "Emergency Lockdown".

"Bang la la" The sound of mechanical transmission suddenly sounded.

Several people were startled at the same time, and in the next moment, a steel plate fell from all the doors and windows in the house, and the house suddenly fell into darkness.

Although it is not the kind of cool and sci-fi transformation in the movie, the effect is almost the same, and they can't get out for the time being.

"Well done, I don't know what this button means, so I'll just press it, right?" Tim scoffed.

John was stunned for a second and immediately admitted his mistake sincerely, "I really, really regret it now." ”

Before he could finish speaking, the TV on the wall automatically lit up, revealing a nine-square grid of surveillance, corresponding to the corners of the exterior of the house, covering almost the entire block.

"Oh, now the organization of the Russian gangsters is so mature?" John was still feigning surprise, trying to adjust the awkward atmosphere.

"No, it's a safe house for spies, I've seen something like it, certainly not in this country." The well-informed former "Ma Run" Tim pouted.

Lucy suddenly showed the hurt expression that you still have secrets to hide from me, "Huh? When? Which country? ”

"It's classified." Tim grimaced and put on a tone that if you know too much, I'll just stop talking.

Comic is really contagious, Jack can't bear to look at it directly, even Superintendent Tim, who used to walk in a ruthless style, has become this virtue, and you can imagine what kind of state the Wilshire Police Department is in today's daily life.

"The control panel is in Russian, spoken by the missing woman, so it's likely that we're now in a safe house set up by a Russian spy in Los Angeles."

"And you're still in the mood to joke when you're trapped in it, aren't you worried that a Gatling will suddenly appear on the ceiling and turn us into a hornet's nest, or that you'll just spew poison gas and poison us all here?"

Jack's words frightened John and Lucy into turning pale, but Tim was there, and he was not frightened at all.

"Can you read it? Get us out of here. ”

"See the numeric keypad on this side of the screen?" Seeing that the three of them tilted their heads at the same time to reveal the appearance of mentally handicapped babies, Jack sighed, these pig teammates really can't be moved.

"You need to enter a password to unblock it, do any of you know?"

"Call 911, and before they get us out, we might as well play a secret room adventure." Jack finished his sentence and pressed the button labeled "Chamber of Secrets".

A secret door next to the TV suddenly opened, revealing a secret passage behind it.

"I knew that the space here was too cramped, and it really shouldn't be so small." John excitedly pulled out his pistol and was the first to walk into the tunnel.

Jack shook his head, signaled to the two LAPDs who also pulled out their guns, and continued to put his hands in his pockets, and Shi Shiran followed last.

The passage is not long, and after turning two corners, there is a staircase that descends into the basement, where the first room is full of guns and ammunition.

"Oh, that's a lot more powerful than the police station." Looking at the AR automatic rifles neatly arranged on the gun rack, the Uzi submachine gun hanging on the wall, various bulletproof vests, and one, two, and three heads, Jack sighed.

Moving on, to the innermost room, a smell of burnt paste poured into everyone's nostrils.

The room was split in two by a one-way pane of glass, and an interrogation chair welded to the floor was placed in the outward part.

"Interrogation room, it seems that the woman was held here before she escaped." Tim finished speaking, and went inside.

The smell of burnt came from the half of the room behind the one-way glass, and all kinds of shredded paper shredded by shredders were scattered around a barrel that had just been extinguished and smoke, and there were more papers on the table that had not had time to be cleaned.

The back cover was pried open, the hard drive was removed and the laptop was smashed, and the file cabinet drawer was thrown all over the floor, all showing the haste in which these people left.

"It seems that the moment you went to the police, they knew that this place could not be saved, and simply destroyed everything, typical spy style."

Tim said as he put away his pistol and said to John.

"Is it infighting? The woman who ran away was supposed to be speaking Russian as well. "John was a little weird.

"Who knows, maybe that woman wants to mutiny, or for some other reason, you can't tell the difference between Ukrainian and Russian, can you?" Jack shrugged.

"So what should we do now? Contact the FBI and DHS? Lucy asked, turning to Tim.

"Yes, but once we contact them, we'll only have 15 minutes, and then those guys in black suits and sunglasses will rush in and blow us away."

"So don't waste your time, take pictures of them all." Tim put on a menacing appearance, and no one could fight for credit from labor and management, until Jack on the side coughed lightly.

"I mean, you guys, although I don't wear a black suit or sunglasses, you can't just ignore it, right?"

Looking at the three pairs of eyes that suddenly realized, Jack suddenly felt a little hairy in his heart, it's over, these stinky street patrols want to go crazy for their credit, this is to "kill people and kill people".

Sure enough, Tim made a throat-slitting motion at John and Lucy, and the two guys immediately stepped forward and held down Jack and set him up in the interrogation chair outside.

Of course, this is just a joke between old friends, I don't know about this kind of thing, Jack himself is involved in the whole process, how can it be possible for the FBI to kick the old fellows of the LAPD away.

What's more, there is Hannah here, not to mention the entire LAPD, but with the close relationship between the Wilshire Police Department and the FBI's Los Angeles office, it may be unique in the entire federation.

Shortly after the firefighters recruited by 911 pried open the steel plate and released the crowd, several Saabbans stopped in front of the front door of the house.

"Here they are." Seeing Hannah, who was the first to get out of the car, John standing in front of the kitchen window waved excitedly, and everyone walked out of the house together.

Then Jack unexpectedly saw an "old acquaintance" who was not an acquaintance, the CIA with the same name as John, John Lyser (Reese).

Hasn't this guy been betrayed by the CIA and is living on the streets? It seems that he doesn't have to worry about the artificial intelligence hiding behind the surveillance camera for a short time, and the plot of "Suspect Tracking" doesn't seem to start so soon.

"When will your CIA be able to operate in China?" The two poker faces each other, and Tim asked unceremoniously.

There is a double at the end of this month, so there is no need to rush to vote for a monthly pass for the time being, and I will come to ask for a monthly pass when the time comes, hehe.

(End of chapter)