While it's unclear how Dick Reed escaped NYPD surveillance and showed up at a dive bar late at night, it's clear that something went wrong with the surveillance measures Danny had arranged.

When the two arrived in front of Dick Reed's mother's house on Long Island with an urgently requested search warrant, the surveillance detectives were still confused.

"He must still be inside, we have guards in front of and behind the house, there is no way he will run away." The detective swore by it.

Danny ignored the guy and was about to rush in with his pistol, but Jack raised his hand to block it, glaring at him sternly, "Stay calm, or I'd rather go in alone." ”

He took a deep breath, exhaled again after a moment, and then took the doorknob and looked at Jack, "I'm ready." ”

Jack pulled out his pistol and dodged into the house as he pushed the door open, after which the two of them checked the rooms on the first floor one by one.

There was a loud sound of the TV in the living room, and Jack stood sideways under the porch leading to the living room and quickly poked his head in, only to see an old white lady in her sixties and seventies sitting on a single sofa, staring intently at the TV.

Jack tilted his head slightly at Danny, signaling that it was safe inside, and the two walked over to the old lady with their pistols at their sides, she was still indifferent, seemingly unaware of everything that was happening around her.

"Ma'am, ma'am, we need to talk about your son." Danny stepped forward and pushed her, but the old lady still didn't react, he subconsciously took the other party's pulse, "She's still alive?" ”

Jack nodded and whispered, "Severe Alzheimer's disease." "This disease is commonly known as Alzheimer's disease, and in the advanced stage, it will completely lose the ability to speak and behave.

After inspecting the room on the first floor to make sure that there was no one but Dick Reed's mother, the two continued to search cautiously upstairs, and when they reached the bedroom door, a woman's soft cry could be heard in the room.

Jack tried to turn the doorknob and found that the door was locked, turned back to signal Danny to cover, took a half step back and kicked the door next to the lock, and the door opened.

Danny raised his gun into the house, and stayed directly in place the next second, Jack followed in and couldn't help but be stunned when he saw the scene in front of him, a middle-aged woman with no hair tied to the bed, her face was covered with bruises and traces of being abused.

Seeing the two breaking in, the woman let out a low cry for help, "Help me, please." ”

Danny reacted quickly, and instead of stepping forward immediately, he walked quickly and opened the bathroom door to confirm whether there was anyone hiding inside.

Jack put away Glock, ripped off the sheet under the woman's body to help her cover her naked body, and asked as he helped her untie her wrists that were tied to the bed frame, "Are you okay?" Did Dick Reed do it? ”

What the hell, how did that bastard get back from taking a woman out under the watchful eye of the NYPD?

Unexpectedly, the woman's slightly trembling voice made Jack's hand untie the rope pause, "He's my brother." ”

"That brute did that to you." Danny snapped the words out between his teeth, pulled out his cell phone and called 911 for an ambulance.

"Where are the others?" Jack untied the rope and lifted the woman up, fortunately, the bruise looked a bit serious, but at least the person was not in danger of life other than the insult.

"He usually lives in the basement," the woman said, grabbing Jack's arm, and her words were pleading.

"I know it's a bit ridiculous, but he's usually very nice to me, it's me who said the wrong thing, and I shouldn't have said that about him when he made him angry, it's all my fault."

The two people who heard this seemed to have been fed a mouthful of flies at the same time, and the three views were directly shattered. What kind of superb family is this?

Jack was stunned for a long time, subconsciously withdrew the hand holding the woman, he didn't know what to say in this situation, and walked out of the room with Danny with his head down.

"Your paper could need to be revised quite a bit." Danny said weakly.

"Shut up!" Jack didn't know if his emotions at the moment were annoyed and angry, such an outrageous relationship he had never seen in a small movie in an island country in his previous life, which was something he could think of as a graduate student majoring in psychology?

The two of them went down to the first floor together and easily found the entrance to the basement, but after going down to the basement full of debris, they found nothing.

This is a common semi-basement structure in New York, except for a pile of clutter and a mattress for sleeping, only a few small windows for ventilation and lighting lead directly to the direction of the road, but the small windows are completely sealed by iron fences.

Jack reached out and tried it, and found that although the small window could barely allow an adult to get out, the iron fence above it was intact, could a large living person just disappear into thin air?

Just as he was about to raise his senses to take a closer look, Danny had already made a discovery, and he forcefully pulled open a pile of clutter in the corner, then knocked down a dilapidated closet, revealing a small door in the back.

"Damn, there's a tunnel here."

"You're not kidding?" Jack turned on the tactical flashlight, and sure enough, he saw a narrow tunnel behind the small door, and the direction led to the house next door.

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The siren-screaming ambulance pulls the injured woman away, leaving Jack and Danny looking at each other on the ground until a patrol officer who finishes checking next door breaks the odd atmosphere between the two.

"No one in the neighborhood is home, the house over there has been vacant for a long time, and there is a bomb shelter built during World War II below, and no trace of the suspect has been found." The patrol officer said.

"Let me think about who he might go to." Danny's SAN finally regained a bit, and his sanity returned to his brain, "Uh, Becky Swatch, the only survivor, we're going to get her before the beast does." ”

"You NYPD don't have a police presence to protect witnesses?" Jack was surprised.

"Erin said that she refused to testify in court and also refused police protection, I have her address here, and now it's your turn to show your driving skills." Daniela opened the door and got into the passenger seat of Hellcat.

"What a shit day." Jack blared his siren and slammed on the accelerator, the steering wheel slammed, and the Hellcat's tires let out a high-pitched protest sound, and two puffs of green smoke rubbed against the ground.

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"Bang!" In an apartment in Queens, as the door was violently kicked open, Danny, who rushed into the room, roared angrily, and a flying pounce knocked a figure to the ground.

With a "dang" sound, a dagger fell to the ground, Jack turned on the light switch in the room, and picked up the girl hiding in the closet, "It's okay, it's okay, I'm Agent Tavol, we've met before, remember?" ”

The girl cried out with a whimper, and hugged Jack and refused to let go.

Danny was still punching the man under him, and when he found that the screams were wrong, he grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back, revealing a lewd ugly face.

"It's not Reed, it's his impersonator Jims Richard, Farke!" Danny couldn't get angry when he thought about it, and punched the guy in the waist again, causing the other party to throb in pain.

"But thankfully, we arrived just in time." Danny looked at the frightened girl in Jack's arms and let out a long sigh of relief.

(End of chapter)