Chapter 835 Corpses,

Chapter 835 Corpses,

"FBI!" With a loud shout, Jack kicked the door open, and the deformed thin door panel hit the wall heavily, and the glass on it shattered all over the floor.

There was no movement in the house. As the glass fragments on the floor squeaked, Jack shouted to scare the other party, "Javier Perez, we know you are here, show up and surrender immediately!"

Suddenly, a flurry of footsteps came from the direction of the bedroom, followed by the sound of window glass shattering.

Jack winked at Jiejie, and the muzzles of their guns drooped slightly, moving cautiously and quickly towards the backyard, "Aubrey, Hannah, be careful, he is heading towards you."

Before the voice fell, several gunshots were heard from the backyard. When the two rushed out of the house and arrived, they saw a body with a broken head lying next to the trash can in the backyard.

Aubrey stood beside the body with a nervous look on his face, and kicked away the Glock next to him. Hannah stood in a cover position not far away, putting away her pistol.

"Good shooting skills." Jack was speechless. This guy's shooting skills were mediocre at the shooting range. His performance was usually worse than Jubal's, but he performed exceptionally well at critical moments, almost every shot hit the head.

But the problem was that they were planning to capture him alive this time. Now there was no evidence. Not to mention testifying against the mastermind of the prison, Louis Trevino, even the missing lawyer Scott Thomas might be hard to find.

But there was no way around it. Unless Jack did it himself, he couldn't ask his teammates to consider the issue of capturing the suspect alive when facing the gunpoint of the suspect. That would be playing with the lives of his teammates.

The sound of the Glock and SIG Sauer guns was easy to distinguish. One was crisp and the other was slightly low. The first few gunshots were fired by the suspect, and only the last one came from the FBI's sidearms.

Aubrey gave Jack an ugly bitter smile and pulled the sleeve of the corpse's right hand, revealing a complete tattoo on the back of his hand, which was 80% similar to the pattern drawn on the napkin by the waitress of "Hal's Hygiene Restaurant".

The fat lady named Millie didn't brag, her sketching skills were really good.

"Guys, come here."

Jubal poked his head out of a simple tool shed on the side of the house and waved to everyone, "We found the missing lawyer."

Everyone approached the tool shed, and Clay was squatting in the shed to examine a body on the ground. The body was wearing a valuable handmade suit and a high-end silk tie. It looked like it had been dead for some time, and corpse spots had appeared on the exposed skin.

"It's him." Jubal showed the screen of his mobile phone, which showed a photo of lawyer Scott Thomas. The lawyer in the photo had a bright smile, which was no different from Jack's fake smile for business, and the upper and lower four teeth were standardly exposed.

"Quiet and quick." Clay pointed to the circle of strangulation marks on the neck of the corpse, "The technique is very professional."

"I'll contact Little Rock and ask them to send the 'ERT' team over." Jiejie said as she took out her mobile phone.

"Do you want to contact the District Attorney's Office? Tell prosecutor Skip Hardy that the bastard who killed his three subordinates has been found." Although Jubal said this, he looked a little hesitant.

Jack's expression was a bit hard to describe. "The Uzi submachine gun that killed the three prosecutors' assistants was fired with a .22 LR pistol, but this guy only used a Glock 17 when he escaped.

Also, Alice didn't find any evidence in the call recording that Luis Trevino arranged for Javier Perez to kill people to vent his anger."

"And this lawyer Scott Thomas was strangled to death, which is more in line with the gang's modus operandi." Hannah has always been confident in Jack's judgment.

Aubrey's expression was also a little uncertain, but he still retorted, "It may be that the two had different purposes for killing. After all, the former was to vent his anger."

"Isn't the latter the same?" Clay, who was still squatting beside the body, asked back in a strange way.

Aubrey was choked and immediately changed his position, "What you said seems to make sense."

"Then let's wait until tomorrow. It's estimated that when the 'ERT' team arrives and finishes their work, it will be tomorrow morning. We will notify the prosecutor after the results come out."

Jubal finally decided to keep a hand. After all, they were not working in the vicinity of New York. They were unfamiliar with the place and tried not to give others any handles.

The small town of Madison also has a local sheriff's office. Soon a sheriff with a big belly arrived with his assistants.

Although the sheriff, a fat white man with a big beard in his 50s, smiled, he kept saying this is my territory, and his words were full of sarcasm, as if he was very dissatisfied with the FBI coming to his territory to "cause trouble".

Jubal also had a hypocritical smile and fought with him for a few moves, saying "next time for sure", but in fact he didn't take him seriously at all.

It's not that the FBI is snobbish and loves the rich. They welcome large local police stations like LAPD or NYPD with a smile and try to make friends with them, but ignore and look down on police stations or sheriff's offices in small places.

It's because the smaller the place, the more trouble there is. You have to know that those American road horror movies are all based on reality. In addition to the role of cannon fodder, most of the police stations or sheriffs in small places serve as the final boss.

Especially those so-called elected sheriffs, in many places, either come from wealthy and powerful local tyrants, or are lackeys of local tyrants and evil gentry.

We can’t simply judge them as good or bad, but the FBI who came with an arrest warrant didn’t care about these rarely cooperative law enforcement systems. If they were unhappy, they could just keep it to themselves. If they were stupid enough to notify the criminals in advance and let them get away, who would be responsible?

After the support team from the Little Rock office arrived, Jack and his team drove back to Forrest’s bar to meet Alice and spent their second night in Arkansas in the motel next door.

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"My name is Chuck Bartevsky. I am a failed homebody who works as an electrical appliance repairman in a "Buy Duo Duo" supermarket. I once studied at the Stanford School of Engineering, but was expelled from school when I was a senior because I was accidentally framed by my friend Bryce for stealing test papers.

I have a beautiful sister who has been dependent on me since childhood. She is a promising surgeon. She always tries hard to save my sad and failed life, but I disappoint her one after another.

Finally one day, my life suddenly changed. It turned out that my friend Bryce who had framed me was actually a CIA. I accidentally opened the message he sent to me. An email from.

My brain has become a super human database containing countless state secrets. At the same time, a sexy and beautiful CIA female agent Sarah Walker and a big violent man John Casey with a face full of hatred have become my secret bodyguards.

Conspiracy, lies, and love at first sight, my life has been turned upside down, and everything has become so bizarre. "

Enter, space, save, as the sun gradually rises outside the window, Jack finally finished typing the beginning of a new short play. Although he can do more things because he has less sleep time than ordinary people, it makes people feel busier.

The door was suddenly knocked. Jack, who was immersed in the plot idea, was startled. He quickly clicked a cross on WORD and quickly closed the laptop.

When he opened the door, he saw Jubal with a look of doubt on his face, "Prosecutor Skip Hardy was killed!"