The next few days were uneventful, as if the events of the previous few days had not happened. Those people had disappeared, and no matter how much CTU checked, they could not find any clues.
The FBI thought that someone would be targeting the prison and laid a massive net, but nothing happened.
The clues about the Hummer were also lost. The CTU in Arizona reported yesterday that the Irish brothers were brutally killed in the garage and were never found. The bodies were rotting when they arrived.
The situation has reached a deadlock, and the only clue has been cut off. Just when everyone has no clue, Dominic sends news to Owen. Yesterday, he received a business order from the repair shop of a modified car friend to rebuild a Hummer.
Spray paint.
It only took the CTU twenty minutes to surround the repair shop. Inside, the spray painting of the yellow Hummers was only halfway through. Owen recognized at a glance that the two Hummers were the ones driven by the mercenaries before, because there was still something on the front of the car.
Obvious impact marks.
The CTU's tactical team and a group of field agents are facing a powerful enemy. They have all seen the combat effectiveness of those mercenaries.
The team was divided into several groups, and they cooperated with each other to carefully search the repair shop. Irving and the tactical team were in front, but after searching them all, they only captured a young black man.
"Where are those people?"
Tony didn't care that there were people around him, he was his own people here, and he directly put his knee on the black young man's stomach. The methods of the field team have always been unruly. This habit started when Jack Bauer was still the leader of the field team.
That's it.
The black young man screamed in pain, but he couldn't even struggle. His arms were held behind Joshua.
Surrounded by a large number of special police officers, the young black man was a little scared. What's more, these people were armed with guns and looked menacing. They were likely to kill him if he said anything wrong.
"I...I don't know..."
The black young man said nonchalantly. When he saw that Tony was still beating him, he shrank his neck in fright. He already spilled everything he knew about the situation.
"I... I just picked up a car on the side of the road. I swear... when I saw it, it was thrown on the side of the road. The door was wide open and the car key was still on it. I... thought someone else didn't want it.
Yes, I just want to use it to drive..."
Tony stopped unwillingly. The black young man didn't look like he was lying, but he was just unlucky because he wanted to take advantage of this.
With a wave of his hand, Joshua took the black young man into the car. Even if what he said was true, he would have to go back and be interrogated by the intelligence team, and he might even be tested for polygraph or something.
The group of people looked miserable, and the CTU went to war, but unexpectedly it was all in vain.
Someone else took the car back to CTU. Although the trip was in vain, Dominic helped. Owen called Dominic to thank him and then left with everyone.
The group of people returned to the CTU very depressed. Owen unloaded the equipment and stuffed it back into the locker. They thought there would be a big battle, but they didn't expect that they only caught a little thief, which made people feel empty.
Owen looked at Chloe and the others. The data support team had been no easier than their field team these past two days. The field team went out to look for clues every day, while they had to monitor various data and respond to information from the NSA.
Jack Bauer has often been absent these two days, very mysterious, and I don't know what he is busy with.
Owen saw that Chloe had dark circles under her eyes, so he made a cup of coffee and brought it to her.
"Neymar, help me create a third-level authority to screen information from the NSA..."
Chloe was obviously very busy, and Owen didn't even notice when he walked up behind her.
Neymar agreed, and the conversation between Nina and Isa came next to him.
“How’s the facial recognition thing going?”
"It's not going well, Nina. Stanford said this is a major bug. The basic algorithm is flawed. They are fixing it, but it takes time, so it can't be used for the time being..."
"Damn..."
Not only Nina, but also Chloe in front of her was also cursing in a low voice. Facial recognition is a good thing. This emerging technology helped a lot that day. Otherwise, CTU would not be able to locate Owen hidden among the Hollywood crowd in the huge Los Angeles.
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But this thing is too unstable and consumes a lot of resources. Originally, the data team wanted to use this to find those mercenaries yesterday, but the system crashed at this time. I contacted Stanford's technical team, but it has not been repaired yet.
Owen put the coffee on Chloe's table, and Chloe noticed Owen behind her.
"Oh, thank you, you are so considerate..."
Chloe's busy hands couldn't stop at all. She was talking to Owen but her hands didn't stop for a moment.
Owen looked around and saw that Nina had already walked away. No one else was paying attention, so he secretly said to Chloe.
His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible, but the word "traitor" could be clearly identified by looking at the shape of his mouth. Chloe obviously understood it. She also looked left and right, but did not speak.
He called up a notepad program on the computer and typed: "I haven't found it yet, under observation..."
After Owen read it, Chloe closed the notepad. Owen shrugged helplessly and left angrily. She didn't know what her and Jack's anti-rape plan was, but now it seems that the effect is not very good.
There was no useful news for the time being, so Tony organized the agents from the field team to go to the underground shooting range to practice shooting. This was also what Jack Bauer had specially instructed in the past few days, so that Owen could take the time to use his skills in SWAT these days.
Share your experience with everyone.
Jack is an action man. He does everything vigorously and has high requirements on timeliness. People who work under him must have strong execution ability. Those who like to procrastinate have been eliminated from the CTU team.
Owen stayed in SWAT for more than a month and learned a lot, including eager gun-drawing and demolition skills, Monica's shooting, ASH's military Krav Maga, Nicholas's special reconnaissance skills, and Campbell taught him special tactical passwords.
In cooperation with him, Morris also taught him the skills of using a blast shield.
Owen didn't get perfect scores in every item, but he always remembered the words from his previous life, "There is no need to overwhelm yourself with many arts. It's just that thinking that many of those friends are no longer here, Owen feels a little sad."
In the past two days since returning to CTU, except for visiting Campbell in the hospital on the first day, I have not had any contact with them. I don't know how they are doing these two days. Irving is thinking about going to see them after being busy for a while. He is doing well.
I miss the time we spent training together at the training ground.
The underground shooting range has limited space, and many things are not suitable to be discussed here. Irving just randomly selected a few shooting skills to teach everyone.
Everyone listened attentively. No matter where they are, life-saving skills are very popular, not to mention that now Irving, a recognized strongman, is personally teaching them.
The most serious thing here is the heartbeat. Most others know that Owen's shooting skills are accurate from surveillance afterwards, but he experienced it himself.
If you haven't been in that situation yourself, you can never imagine the shock in his heart at that moment, and you definitely can't understand it by watching the video.
Watching those opponents fall to Irving one after another, Irving is like a ghost on the battlefield. No matter who confronts him, it will be his opponent who dies.
He shot faster than his opponent, his shooting skills were more accurate than his opponent's, his consciousness was stronger than his opponent's, and there was Monica who was not much worse than him cooperating with him. At that moment he was simply the master of the battlefield.
That kind of ruthless harvesting of the opponent's life like the god of death has a great impact on people's soul.
…
Suddenly I realized that someone was messing with me. It was strange. The data in this book was not very good. Is this book going to be popular?