The frightened scene of the children made Jubal standing in front of the big screen look a little strange, which is normal, and it may be difficult for any normal father to maintain his expression when he sees this scene.

He lowered his head and quickly adjusted his emotions, and then said loudly to the twenty or thirty analysts behind him without looking back.

"Okay, so what are we all seeing now? At least two gunmen, speaking with an accent that sounded like Americans, and what else to discover, this video has been sent to everyone in the room, and now we need to get more clues from the details. ”

"The guy in front is tall, at least six feet three inches or four inches (190-192 centimeters)." A technician from the IT logistics department used comparison software to calculate the height of the gunman who walked into the aisle.

"Whites, judging from the position of holding a gun, have at least basic firearms training, and may have experience in the military or the police." Hannah also provided one in which the kidnappers wore hoods, but the skin around their eyes and mouth was still exposed.

"Can you slow down the last few frames before the end of the frame, the moment he reaches out and grabs the phone?" Jack's request was quickly executed.

A technician taps a few times on the keyboard, and a rewind appears on the big screen, from the camera going completely black to a large hand with leather gloves slowly retracting.

Jack could clearly confirm his judgment at this time, "The glove is empty, and this guy's left little finger is gone." ”

This is a striking feature, but unfortunately it can only be used in the case of elimination, and they don't even have a shortlist of suspects at the moment.

As the girls and boys in the operations center continued to get busy, and the work that could be done in the field was over for the time being, Jack went into the rest room, poured a cup of hot coffee for Hannah and himself, and brought another cup for Jubal, who was still standing in front of the screen.

"Tracking surveillance, hoods, automatic rifles. And so on, all of which show that this is a well-planned operation. Jubal still looked worried.

"At least for now, what bothers us is the whereabouts of the 26 children, rather than facing the bodies of 26 to find the traces of the killer." Jack shrugged, as optimistic as ever.

Hannah slapped him, thinking that the guy was talking too badly, and then sighed, "I just hope that we are waiting for a ransom notice and not someone claiming responsibility." ”

"Preferably the former." Jubal sighed as well, the former was kidnapping for ransom, the latter was a terrorist attack, and the former was much more likely to have survived than the latter.

"Jubal, there's a discovery here!" A female analyst called out loudly, "There are results from road surveillance, there is indeed a green Chevrolet Cruze, which has been tracking the school bus for the past two days." ”

Spirited up, Jubal walked briskly to her desk and beckoned to the liaison desk, where liaison officers from various other departments, including the NYPD, sat there.

"Can you see the driver's face? We need to prepare a notice of assistance. ”

The female analyst quickly took a screenshot, used the software to enhance the contrast, and shook her head regretfully, "The clarity is not enough, but the license plate is fine." ”

Immediately after that, the license plate holder's information popped up in the system, "Carl Stubbs, New Yorker, a bunch of criminal records, assault, burglary, drug possession." ”

"Find him!" Jubal clenched his hands into fists excitedly, "It's time to get the NYPD friends moving." ”

The NYPD responded to the investigation notice with great speed, and despite the current honeymoon relationship, the case has now shaken the whole of New York State, and any TV channel can see the news on a rolling basis.

40 minutes later, in front of a factory in the Bronx, six Sabo classes with flashing silent police lights swarmed in, Jack and Hannah got out of the car and pulled out the Glock pistol, and two SWAT teams of 6 quickly dispersed behind them.

According to information provided by the NYPD, Carl Stubbs was not at home, and the patrol learned by questioning the apartment administrator that he had left the house early this morning and that the last place that could be seen was where he worked.

This is a used clothing factory, that is, the kind of factory that sorts clothes in good condition and uses industrial washing machines to clean them and repack them for sale.

The huge space of the factory is also an excellent place to hide hostages, so the FBI directly sent two SWAT teams to follow Jack and Hannah.

However, as soon as he stormed the factory, Jack had a premonition that they might be disappointed this time, because instead of armed men armed with assault rifles, he and Hannah saw several workers picking up old clothes, and the Carl Stubbs they were looking for was among them.

The two sides of the factory were piled up with old clothes and various mobile hangers, and the suspect was busy in front of the workbench with several workers bowing their heads, and the two people wearing FBI blue jackets and the heavily armed SWAT team members startled the workers, and before the other party could react, Jack and Hannah's guns were aimed at him, "Carl Stubbs!" Hands up! ”

Carl Stubbs was a small, dry, thin white man with messy hair, a scruffy beard, and a copper coin scar on his face and neck.

Suddenly seeing the police break in, this guy jumped up like a monkey and ran to the depths of the factory without thinking, where a whole row of industrial washing machines was rumbling.

The guy didn't show his weapon, and Jack couldn't shoot, so he could only sigh, first grabbed Hannah who wanted to catch up, then smiled at a stunned female worker, and took a stapler from her hand, "Sorry, borrow it." ”

I saw Jack pick up his arm and throw it hard, and the stapler with a bit of weight spun and flew out, hitting the crook of the leg of the guy in front of him who was running in an extremely ugly position, and then there was a painful "poof", and Carl Stubbs slid out on the floor with a.

"My leg, you broke my leg, help! Help me! Hearing this guy let out a ghost cry wolf howl, Hannah was quite speechless and took out the handcuffs and stepped forward, she also had a hunch that this guy should have little to do with the kidnapping case.

"He's got all ten of his fingers." Hannah stomped on the guy's back, grabbed him and pulled him up from the floor, then picked up an old T-shirt from the floor and wiped her hands in disgust, the disgusting guy almost made her misogynistic again.

"Of course my fingers are fine, but I think I might have a broken toe, what the hell is this?" Pressed to the head by two SWAT team members, Carl Stubbs's emotions changed from initial horror to complaining, and it was clear that he did not feel worthy of such treatment close to that of a terrorist.

"Less nonsense." Jack grabbed him by the back collar and carried him out of the factory first, and the SWAT team members also searched the factory at this time, and the captain came to Jack and shook his head slightly, indicating that nothing was found.

But the question has to be asked, Jack stared into the guy's eyes and said, "Where are the kids, Carl?" ”

"What child?" Carl Stubbs's blank face didn't look like a pretend.

"26 kidnapped children on the school bus." Hannah added.

"I have no idea what you're talking about!" Carl Stubbston's pitch rises by 8 degrees.

"Your Chevrolet Cruze was found to have followed the school bus that had an accident two days ago." Jack explained with a somewhat helpless expression, looking at this guy's down-and-out appearance, he probably already guessed what was going on.

"Oh my baby, I was taken away by the bank last week, can't I see what I look like now? I'm bankrupt! You can only make some hard-earned money in this kind of place. ”

Jack interrupted the guy's rambling complaint and got straight to the point, knowing that the guy wasn't lying, the information that should be confirmed still had to be confirmed.

"Where are you around 7:40 today?"

"Right here, man, I punched the card at the door at 6:58 and haven't left the factory all the time, and everyone here can testify to me."

Carl Stubbs's expression became more and more exaggerated, and he talked more and more, and all kinds of complaints were gushing endlessly, like an aggregate of negative emotions.

It's no easier to ask a person who talks a lot than someone who doesn't talk a lot, and after filtering out the pile of junk information, Jack shook his buzzing head vigorously and waved his hand to let the NYPD officers who had just arrived take the guy away.

"The car was taken away by the so-called bank debt collector, and I guess that if the other party is impersonating, and he said that there was almost no gas in the tank at that time, and he couldn't drive too far, then we just need to check the gas station near his house."

Jack's finger slid quickly across the phone's screen, then quickly circled a spot and showed it to Hannah, "Luckily, there's only one gas station nearby." ”

Hannah breathed a sigh of relief, she was also hurt by the guy's trash talk, "Let's go, let's go to the gas station to check the surveillance, and get some food to feed our stomachs by the way." ”

Half an hour later, the two appeared in a gas station, there was no plot of pretending to slap their faces, and when they saw the FBI's ID, the gas station owner cooperated to call up last week's surveillance video.

(End of chapter)