Chapter 1002: Still in Hawaii (XII)
At Kuyakini Medical Center in Honolulu, Danny patted the shoulder of an HPD officer standing at the door of the ward.
"Dude, how about we go get some coffee and take a break?"
The police officer suppressed a smile and nodded, pointing to the end of the corridor, indicating that he would wait there.
"Thanks."
Danny pushed open the ward door and walked in with Jack one after another. "You are Marku, right? The driver of Comescu, right? It doesn't look like the car accident was serious."
On the hospital bed was the driver of the Mercedes-Benz G, a young man who looked to be in his early 20s.
Jack patted his right leg that was in plaster, picked up the record on the hospital bed and looked at it, "A few small fractures and a slight concussion. Congratulations on your luck. You can be discharged from the hospital in a week at most."
The young driver was so frightened that he trembled and subconsciously sat up from the hospital bed, but he pursed his lips tightly and did not answer. Then he watched helplessly as Jack took out the handcuffs and cuffed his right hand to the hospital bed.
"I'm not afraid of you. This is a ward. People outside will know what you did to me." The young driver named Ma Ku did not pretend that he did not know English. On the contrary, he spoke fluently and did not have a strong accent.
"Of course, you don't need to be afraid of me. You are a patient now. Don't worry, we will not do anything inhumane to a patient."
Danny smiled and took out a reagent bottle from his pocket, and then took out a disposable syringe, and sucked the brown liquid in the reagent bottle into the syringe in front of him.
Watching his actions, Marku became nervous instantly, "What are you doing, what is this?"
Danny smiled happily, "To be honest, I don't know what this is. I found it in your laboratory. I think we will soon know what it is."
After saying that, he pulled the infusion set beside the hospital bed and stuck the needle in.
"I know my rights. You are American police officers. I will tell my lawyer everything you do." Marku said this, but his eyes were fixed on the syringe.
"You're right, but the prerequisite is that someone has seen us enter your ward, right?" Jack took out another pair of handcuffs, cuffed the guy's left hand to the hospital bed, and then looked at Dan with a smile. Ni.
"Are you going to tell anyone else? Detective Williams."
"Of course not, Supervisory Agent Tavole from the FBI."
Danny smiled back, then with a serious look on his face, he pressed his finger on the cone of the syringe, "Where is Comescu?"
"Fuck you!" Ma Ku replied simply.
"Wrong answer." Danny pushed the whole reagent in very simply, and the beeping sound of the life monitor suddenly started to beep rapidly.
"What are you doing! Wait, take off the needle! Take off this damn thing!"
Seeing the brownish-yellow medicine flowing along the transparent infusion tube to his arm, all the hairs on Marku's body suddenly stood up, and sweat kept oozing from his forehead.
"It seems you have something to say." Danny turned the small wheel on the flow rate regulator of the infusion tube. "Okay, I'll stop for you. Tell me where Comescu is."
"I don't know where he is now, really! I swear!" Marku no longer felt confident as before, and his face was full of panic and panic.
"OK, let's continue." Danny was about to resume the flow rate of the infusion set, but was stopped by Jack.
"Wait a minute, this thing is too noisy and will attract the nurse." Jack said, reaching out to remove the electrode patch from Marku's chest life monitor, sticking it to himself, and clamping the small clip on his finger. .
"It's much quieter now. Look how steady my heartbeat is. How many bottles of virus did he take away in total?"
Danny began to turn the flow regulator wheel squeakingly, and the sound sounded like the footsteps of death to Marcus' ears. Seeing the brown-yellow liquid continue to flow down the transparent tube toward his arm, the guy was so scared that he begged repeatedly.
"Stop! Stop! Stop it, 9 bottles! He took 9 bottles away!"
"Who is he going to sell to?" Danny asked.
"I don't know." Before he finished speaking, Ma Ku shouted again, "Don't touch that damn thing. I only know that the trading time is 4 o'clock today in the market at the International Plaza, but it seems that something happened before. A bit unexpected.”
"What do you mean?" Danny frowned.
Marku swallowed, "When we went to get the goods, we found that everyone inside was dead. The patients, uh, the experimenters were all shot in the head, and the doctor also ran away."
"What doctor? I need a name." Danny immediately let go of the roller, and the brown liquid quickly flowed through the entire infusion tube.
"I don't know, I really don't know! I swear!" Marku cried out loud, with snot bubbles coming out of his nose.
Seeing that this guy had a complete mental breakdown, Danny and Jack laughed out loud, "Relax, buddy, this is the vitamin B12 we asked the nurse for. It is said to help you recover as soon as possible."
"I can guarantee you this, with half the credibility of a forensic doctor." Jack unlocked his handcuffs, smiled and patted his shoulder to comfort him, and then the two of them walked away amidst Marku's stunned expression. go.
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"We have found a buyer. The Los Angeles office has just sent information. It is an extreme separatist group in Russia called the Ingush group. The photos were immediately sent to everyone's mobile phones.
Last year these guys blew up a bus stop in Moscow. "
Standing on the second floor of a hamburger restaurant in the International Plaza in downtown Honolulu, the bald big guy Hannah glanced at Danny after he finished speaking, and gossiped with some curiosity.
"Are you really related to that young FBI? Why can't I see anything in common between the two of you?"
"First of all, we are not related by blood. Jack's father is my childhood friend who grew up together. Secondly, neither height nor driving skills are absolutely inherited." Danny obviously knew what this guy was talking about.
Hannah, who was exposed, stopped the discussion on this topic with a sly smile and asked others in the channel, "G, how is the situation over there?"
In the same group with G. Karen was Cheng Hao, and the two were waiting near a fountain in the middle of the market.
"No trace of Comescu was found." Karen said, complaining with some dissatisfaction, "I should have been the one to interrogate the driver."
"The FBI Hawaii office has already paid an extra fee for repairing the car. I don't think they will pay for a ward destroyed by a human-shaped tornado.
Or, does NCIS mind paying this little money?" Jack, who was lying on the roof of a building and observing the entire market from top to bottom through a telescope, said a little to him.
To be honest, Karen was allowed to participate in the entire operation because of the face of a certain old lady. He must not be allowed to intervene in matters related to the confession.
It is a small matter to beat that Marku. Given the serious personal grudge between Comescu and Karen, this kind of report involving the joint investigation of three departments is very troublesome and can easily be criticized afterwards.
In front of Jack was a Mk12 SPR sniper rifle. This was one of the sniper rifles that Steve McGarrett had just transferred from the Navy after he complained that the "Five-O" equipment was too poor.
This sniper rifle is essentially still an AR-15, but it uses a match-grade free-floating stainless steel heavy barrel and a Mk 262 match-grade hollow-point bullet with a charge of 77 grains (5g), which is sufficient for close-range sniping missions in urban warfare.