"Up, up!"

"Corner safe!"

"Safe on the left!"

"Did you find anything?"

"No one, safe!"

With the SWAT team leading the way, Jack and Hannah walking at the back, the basement smelling bad, dark and damp, with musty mixed with some inexplicable smells.

It was supposed to be used as a laundry room, with several broken washing machines against the wall, and pipes overhead that were used to heat the entire villa in winter, dripping from disrepair.

In the largest room, there are seven or eight mattresses, and there are some underwear and sundries scattered on them, and it can be seen that the people who originally lived here left in a hurry.

"Fake, what kind of brute are we dealing with!" A SWAT team member searched the innermost room, exited, and kicked a washing machine with a loud bang.

"Let's take a look." Hannah gestured to Jack slightly, and the two walked into the small, empty room.

The flashlight shone on the concrete wall, and I saw that it was full of all kinds of small animals, ponds, white clouds, flowers and birds, and little girls holding the hands of their parents.

This is probably the only daily entertainment for these poor girls who are forced to pick up customers every night and can only be locked in the basement the rest of the time.

Because these are not painted with paint, but cheap cosmetics of various colors.

Jack only felt his chest plugged in panic, and tried to take a few deep breaths to calm down, but he couldn't, and Hannah next to him had tears in his eyes, trying to cover his mouth to try to stop himself from crying.

"Sir, I think you should come and take a look at this." A SWAT member shouted from the other end of the basement.

A small room here has been furnished into a rudimentary operating room, with a simple operating table, a shadowless lamp, and a dirty washbasin with improvised surgical tools.

"I'm going out to catch my breath." Hannah turned and walked briskly out of the basement.

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"They have at least one gynecologist to perform illegal surgeries on girls who are accidentally pregnant, and New York State law allows DUO fetuses, and those licensed surgeons don't take that risk.

Coupled with the background of this group, I suggest targeting unlicensed underground doctors of Ukrainian origin who are hiding in the slums. ”

Jack hung up the phone with Jubal and immediately called Danny Reagan again, "Hey, Danny, it's me, I need your NYPD another favor, we found out that both villas are owned by a shell company.

Yes, just talk to their property manager in the name of your NYPD, it's too much of a commotion right now, and if we don't want to discover a new forest cemetery, it's best to keep a low profile. OK, please. ”

Hanging up the phone, Jack looked at Hannah in the passenger seat next to him, her face had returned to normal, but the pair of blue eyes seemed to be calm, but under the calm sea seemed to hide a volcano that could erupt at any time.

"Rest for a while, and when it's dawn, we'll go to the hospital and talk to Hayley again to see if we can get more information, such as the identity of the doctor."

Jack reclined his seat, found himself a comfortable position, and said to Hannah.

"I'm sorry, didn't I just behave too unprofessionally?" Hannah lay down the chair as he did, and turned her head sideways to face him.

"I know my girl is very strong, and I know that Ling is very angry right now, but I just remind you of one thing, this is New York after all, it's better to exercise a little restraint, at least until I'm prepared, don't overdo it"

Jack knew that this chick was jealous and hateful, and she had a unique ruthlessness of the Texans in her bones, and if she couldn't control her, it was hard to guarantee that she would be unable to help but poke out some big basket.

After all, they are not in Los Angeles now, although the Anderson family has some influence in the FBI, but this is the East Coast, and Hannah's previous enemies in Georgia also relied on his understanding of the plot to help get it.

"I just think those girls are so pathetic," Hannah knew what Jack was worried about, and nodded in understanding.

After sleeping in the car for a few hours, and when it was dawn and driving the car to the vicinity of the hospital, Jack found a coffee shop and bought some food to fill their hungry stomachs, and went to Hayley's hospital room with Hannah.

The girl appeared to be recovering well, and next to her bedside, a female sketcher sent by the FBI was painting a portrait based on her description.

Jack had taken the finished one in the corner of the bed, which showed the appearance of a typical Eastern European man, with a square chin, a slightly hooked nose, thin lips, and a somewhat cold look.

"Is this the snake?"

Hayley nodded, did not speak, and seemed to subconsciously have a little resistance to the opposite sex.

Jack stepped aside, and Hannah continued to ask.

"We've made some progress, so some questions have to be asked, have you been in contact with a doctor?"

Hayley's attitude is quite cooperative now, "No, but the other girls have, and I've heard them talk about him." ”

"Can you elaborate on what he looks like?" Hannah hurriedly asked.

"They said he was old and told them that he used to be a doctor in Ukraine." Hayley struggled to remember.

"Anything else? Any tiny detail is fine, and that's important. Hannah sat down on the edge of the bed and placed her hand gently on her shoulder.

"Hmm," Hayley looked down and fiddled with her fingers, her eyes slightly empty, "He's good, and the girls who met him say he's the only one who shows them the slightest kindness." ”

Hannah and Jack looked at each other, both speechless.

Leaving the hospital, the two found a Starbucks to sit down and sent a message to Danny Reagan, and soon after, Danny Reagan rushed over with an open jacket and a police badge and a spear pinned to his waist and sat down in front of the two.

"I heard you like Starbucks a lot?" Danny Reagan seems to be in a good mood.

"Huh?" Jack was a little confused, and glanced at Hannah beside him, who was also confused.

"Looks like you've been really busy these two days." Danny Reagan pulled out his phone, searched for a piece of news, and lit up the screen to the two.

Jack thought that almost half a month had passed since the previous press conference, and no one should remember him in this fast-paced city, but he didn't know which well-fed reporter turned out the supermarket shooting that happened in Los Angeles.

It was a photo taken from the blurry video that showed Jack looking back in the direction of the photographer, and then the reporter put another photo taken from the press conference next to him for a comparison and put a big question mark.

The headline of the news was, "Is it him? 》。

Although he knew that this eighty percent was in Rosie's plan to "make a name" for him, Jack still rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, no wonder the waitress looked at him a little weirdly just now.

Fortunately, Danny Reagan is not a gossip person, and after a few jokes, he focused on getting down to business.

"Inlisa Holliman, the property manager you put me in contact with, is a little too cooperative."

(End of chapter)