Special Investigation Unit, Office Area.

"Kidnapping case?"

Luo An's eyes narrowed slightly, and he asked:

"What's going on?"

"Obaid's daughter is a college student, just an adult."

With a few keystrokes of the keyboard, Mona pulled the case file out of the legal system and replied:

"One night a few months ago, Obaid's daughter was kidnapped on her way back to her college dorm after a part-time job.

At first, the other party only wanted to seek money, but when he saw that Obaid's daughter was more beautiful, he moved other thoughts.

Forty hours after the incident, the Department of Special Victim Services found Obaid's daughter, who had many physical injuries and was mentally unstable.

In court, the lawyer gave a test report that the killer had smoked flour at the time of the crime and had mental problems, and Judge Taylor Davis did not agree to Obeid's request for a death sentence or life imprisonment, but only sentenced him to several years in prison. ”

After listening to Mona's narration, and then seeing the months-long psychological counseling experience of Obaid's daughter in the computer, and her mental state has not recovered so far, and even dropped out of college, Luo An sighed in a low voice:

"An angry father would do anything for his daughter."

Michelle next to her nodded, and Mona pursed her lips and didn't speak.

At this moment, the landline phone next to him suddenly rang, Michelle picked up and answered a few words, and then hung up the phone and turned around:

"The trace examination department said that the ballistic test report of this case, the crime scene report has been completed, and the autopsy report will take some time, so I will go downstairs to retrieve them."

"OK, thank you."

Michelle turned to leave, and Roan patted Mona on the shoulder and walked to the equipment room on the side:

"Let's go, Mona, come with me to talk to this father."

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Obeid's gun shop is located in the south area of Los Angeles, the gun shop is very large, and the decoration is also very direct and rude, as soon as Luo An pushed the door open, he saw several rifles pointed at him.

The gun shop owner, Obaid, himself was full of flesh, tall, and strong, and he didn't look like a guy to mess with.

“FBI。”

Facing the clerk who came up to ask him and Mona what they wanted, Luo An directly took out the FBI's golden badge and showed it to the other party, then chose to ignore Obaid's unkind gaze, walked up to him and said softly:

"Hello, Mr. Obaid, we need to talk."

Mona glanced at Luo Ann silently, and Obaid's eyes widened at Luo An for a few seconds, then he snorted coldly and threw the gun he was wiping to the clerk, turned around and walked to a room at the back of the gun shop:

"Let's go there and talk, don't affect my business!"

In the room for people to rest temporarily, Obaid poured himself a glass of water and drank it all, without pouring it for Roan and Mona, and asked directly:

"What are you looking for me for?"

"There's something I'd like to ask about."

Glancing at the somewhat dirty cup, Luo An put down the idea of pouring himself a glass of water and asked:

"Where is Ling Chenling this morning?"

"I'm sleeping at home."

Obaid's mind turned quickly, and immediately after answering the question, he thought of a lot of things, leaned forward to look at Luo An, and said with a serious face:

"I don't know what cases you've encountered again, those things have absolutely nothing to do with me."

“OK。”

Luo An nodded, along the way, Mona has been checking the surveillance records of Obaid's community, which does show that Obaid has been with his wife and daughter since returning home, and has never left the house.

At this point, Obeid's suspicion can be ruled out for the time being, and there is no need for Roan and Mona to come to this gun shop, but then they receive a new message from Michelle.

Luo An pulled out a photo from his pocket, which showed the bullet warhead left at the scene of the crime.

Michelle said that based on the tests of the trace laboratory, they can determine that it is a "wildcat bomb" that has been handled.

"Wildcat Bullets" are home-made bullets made by Federation shooters, usually modified from existing commercial bullets in order to optimize the performance of the ammunition, such as higher kinetic energy and flying straighter.

There are many people who can make this kind of bullet, and the owner of the gun shop is definitely one, especially Obaid, who has been in the gun shop for more than ten years.

"Our records show that you, Mr. Obaid, have been to the Los Angeles Gun Association six times, the Gun Show, and even once as a judge on bullets."

Luo An handed the photo to Obaid, and said lightly:

"I'm sure you can see who is on this bullet, right?"

"I'm sorry, I'm old, I didn't see it."

Obaid took the photo and glanced at it briefly, handed it back to Roan in less than a second, and replied:

"Can you leave?"

Luo An, who had been carefully observing Obaid, clearly saw the unnatural expression of the other party when he looked at the bullet in the photo, so Luo An did not take the photo back, but took out a business card from his pocket with a string of phone numbers on it:

"We know about your daughter, a foundation that specializes in helping special victims.

Your daughter's situation fits perfectly into the scope of this foundation's help, and I think you might need it. ”

Luo An had asked Mona to check the murderer who hurt Obaid's daughter, and he was indeed a rotten person.

But Roan is now a law enforcement officer after all, and he can't sympathize with Obaid and give him the contact information of the prison administrator who held his daughter's murderer.

Obaid is a stranger to Aobeid, once this kind of thing is done, anyone who wants to check it will leave a handle, and it is impossible for Rowan and Obaid to do this unless they are related.

However, as long as the conditions allow, it is still possible to help Obeid's daughter, an innocent young girl, who should have a better life and should not be ruined in this matter.

"You ......"

At first, when he heard Luo An mention his daughter, Obaid's face was still full of anger, but when Luo An finished speaking, Obaid instantly fell silent.

In order to solve his daughter's mental problems, Obaid has already spent a lot of money, and it will not be long before he is afraid that he will sell this gun shop.

After being silent for a long time, Obaid's whole person seemed to collapse, no longer stiff as before, and said in a low voice:

"I'm sorry, I just ...... I'm really sorry. ”

While apologizing, Obaid flipped the photo in his hand to the back, took out a pen and wrote a line of letters on it, and finally stuffed it into Luo An's arms, sighed and said in a low voice:

"This is the name and address of that guy, and if you encounter anything else later, I will definitely do my best to cooperate with you...... I'm sorry, I apologize to you for my actions and words just now. ”

Looking at the old father in front of him who was heartbroken for his daughter, Luo An didn't mention what happened just now, handed over the contact information of the foundation to Obaid, took back the photo and handed it to Mona, and after a brief chat with Obaid, he left the room with Mona and walked to the SUV, ready to use the laptop to check the identity information of the other party.

On the co-pilot of the SUV, Mona quickly found the other party according to the information behind the photo:

"Hukes Lawrence, 43, who was in and out of prison many times as a young man, is now an organizer for a firearms club in southeast Los Angeles."

"Another prisoner."

Looking at the chubby middle-aged white man in the photo, Luo Ann started the SUV and drove towards southeast Los Angeles, and then asked:

"Is there any connection between Hukes or Hux's family and friends and Judge Taylor Davis?"

(End of chapter)