In Jack Bauer's office, Owen and Heartbeat sit side by side across from Jack.
There was actually no need for them to report what happened this time. Jack already knew the whole story.
Retired Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant Bob Lee Swagger used an M200 "Intervention" sniper rifle produced by Cheytac to kill Democratic presidential candidate David Palmer from a distance of 2,200 meters.
However, due to an accident, the bullet did not hit David, but accidentally killed the Ethiopian Archbishop next to him.
The thing sounds weird, but at least that's what the FBI reported.
Owen didn't know what other people thought, but his first reaction was disbelief.
Not to mention that Swager had saved his life several times in Zhongchen Building, just based on his understanding of Swager's character, he didn't look like someone who would do such a thing.
Although he had very few interactions with Swager, only a few meetings, and even when he wanted to thank Swager properly, the other party left because of an urgent military mission, Owen still firmly believed that this was a feeling.
"This matter is led by the FBI, and they are following closely now. You don't need to participate in the follow-up matters. We were just going through the motions, but now the officials from the Ministry of National Defense are causing trouble again, and finally
It’s better not to let them find excuses..."
Owen understood what Jack Bauer meant. This matter was led by the FBI, and they would definitely take the blame. Since CTU was assigned to the Department of Defense, the Pentagon sent a deputy director to seize power, and Jack didn't want to give them a chance to attack.
The two of them left the office and returned to their workstations.
The atmosphere in CU has been very strange these past two days. Everyone is no longer as busy as before. Everyone seems to be fine, sitting at their workstations and looking around.
Ever since the people from the Pentagon came over, ctu has become like this.
Politics, damn politics!
CTU let the sheep go, and the originally busy conference room was vacated. Many people in the field team went to the underground shooting range to practice shooting, but Owen locked himself in a conference room to write and draw.
He didn't believe Swager would assassinate the presidential candidate, but he had to find evidence.
Owen reviewed Swager's information from his time in the Marine Corps, and for the first time in his life, he had a deep understanding of his savior.
Bob Lee Swagger is a highly decorated sniper who has made many meritorious service in the army. He retired a year ago. The reason for his retirement was not stated. He only said that his last task before retirement was to cover the evacuation of special forces.
But after the mission was completed, he and his observer were abandoned by their bastard commander and bombed by heavy enemy fire. He managed to escape, but his observer died heroically.
But what's interesting is that it was specifically stated at the bottom of the report that although they were abandoned, the two of them still annihilated 70% of the enemy's troops under these circumstances. This guy is a hero.
Owen continued to read down. The report stated that two weeks after this incident, Swagger chose to retire. And three days after he retired, the bastard commander who abandoned them disappeared and was never found again.
After retiring, Swager had been living in the mountains of Arkansas, living a life of peace with his dog, until he suddenly appeared in Los Angeles.
Irving studied his information repeatedly, and the only possibility at present was that presidential candidate David Palmer was also responsible for the death of his companion, otherwise Swager would have no reason to assassinate him.
But Owen's search revealed that David Palmer had no connection with Swager, and he didn't even have any experience in the military.
Owen spent the entire afternoon looking up information and doing analysis, and didn't even eat dinner.
At this time, the whiteboard in the conference room was filled with various information and FBI reports on the incident. News was constantly playing on the TV. I wanted to know the latest developments of the matter. The media was sometimes faster than professional organizations like them.
It was getting dark outside, but the news still showed the police setting up checkpoints all over California, and there was still no news of Swager's arrest.
Four hours had passed. According to their experience last time when they kidnapped Alex, it was possible to break through the state border within two hours. After this time, it would be impossible to leave California by road.
Four hours have passed now, and Swager has either escaped California or died in an unknown corner.
After all, previous reports said that a policeman shot him twice. If he couldn't stop the bleeding, then this would definitely be a corpse.
"The latest news from our station is that a pharmacy called the police and reported that the suspect in this case, Bob Lee Swagger, may have purchased salt, sugar, water and injection needles from him two hours ago..."
Irving turned up the volume on the TV, and a fat woman who looked like a drugstore salesperson on the screen narrated: "I don't know if it was him. There was a power outage. Then he said at the door that he wanted those things and paid in cash. I swear I didn't
Knowing who he is, I didn't even see his face..."
The sudden news was good news. That person was most likely Swager, which at least meant that he was still alive.
He studied for an afternoon, and the more he studied, the more he felt that there was something fishy about this matter. It was very likely that Swag had been framed by someone.
"Saline, water, and injection needles can be used for IV drips, but what can sugar do?"
Irving himself lowered his head and muttered, but suddenly heard a voice reply: "Sugar has always been used to treat wounds on the battlefield. Of course, this must rely on osmotic pressure. This was common in the Napoleonic Wars."
Owen looked up and realized it was a heartbeat.
"You haven't had dinner yet?"
Heartbeat was getting ready to get off work. He walked by outside and saw him and came in to say hello. He happened to hear him muttering alone.
"Ah, yes."
"You know him?"
Everyone who cared about what Irving did all afternoon could see it. Almost everyone knew about his previous relationship with Swager at Zhongchen Building, and everyone knew what he wanted to do.
Owen nodded.
"Do you really believe he's innocent?"
This time Owen met his heart-beating gaze firmly.
"Of course, come here and let you see something."
Irving led Heartbeat to the whiteboard, pointed at a pile of charts and said: "This is the full-size chart I downloaded of Schwager shooting from two thousand meters away two years ago.
At this distance, he shot five bullets, and the impact point error was only one and a half feet. Looking at today's shooting, I checked the report given by the weather bureau that day. The weather conditions were basically the same both times, but this time he actually
The error is 2.5 feet, what does that mean?”
I didn't know what to say in my heartbeat, but Owen seemed to have opened up his chatterbox and couldn't wait to tell all his analysis all afternoon.
"There are also those data provided by the FBI. At first I thought these data came from Washington or Quantico (the FBI academy, which is also a Marine Corps training base), but it turned out that was not the case. They came from some institutions I had never heard of, mechanical
Bureau, Investigation Bureau, and unknown departments, who knows what these agencies do."
"And the FBI's response speed this time. Do you remember how fast the FBI's response was this time? Look at what is written in this report. The FBI had already dispatched a helicopter 12 minutes after the shooting, and the police had already cordoned off the situation.
At the scene. But 22 minutes after the shooting, the FBI obtained the first ballistics map, so how did they complete the test within the next 10 minutes?"
"Think about it, we are working for the government, and we know very well how efficient those agencies are. When did they become so capable? And the FBI, don't you think their efficiency this time is surprisingly high?"
Owen spoke faster and faster, but the content of his words made his heartbeat unable to digest it.
Irving was not done yet. He pointed to a news picture and said: "There is also this Dimons. I know this person. He is a famous scum of the Central Police Station. He is a black policeman, owes loan sharks, and extorts gangsters and prostitutes. It can be said that
He does no evil.
He said that he was on foot patrol and saw the barrel of a gun exposed through the window, so he went up to check and found Swager. But snipers would not make such mistakes. Swager was a Marine Corps gunnery sergeant.
, look at these medals of honor, how could he make such a low-level mistake..."
"Um, maybe you should talk to this Dimmons?"
"it's useless."
"Why?"
"He should be dead. Just now, the news reported that he was robbed and shot to death on his way home..."
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