Owen found Bernie's phone number, used it to call Tony, and narrated the process of being intercepted and killed. But when the CTU people were waiting at the position where the cable car went down the mountain, the cable car that had been hit at the bottom was empty.
No one knows how the other party left.
I only got one useful piece of information from my meeting with Bernie, which is that there will be a terrorist attack on a train station tomorrow, and there will also be another attack on a shopping mall, which is not yet sure when.
After receiving this information, other people from CTU immediately launched an investigation, and several train stations in Los Angeles and its suburbs were all included in the investigation list.
Not only have more police officers and plainclothes officers been deployed at train stations, but riot dogs have also begun to be stationed at various train stations. I just don’t know if this new type of explosive riot dogs can smell out.
Back at the foot of the mountain, a detective took Owen into a van. Owen changed back into his clothes and equipment in the van.
…
In a villa somewhere in Los Angeles, a female hostage in the attic was carefully tinkering with phone parts on the floor.
As a graduate of mechanical and electrical engineering, she had thought of this method very early, but she had been entangled by the terrorist nicknamed "Hammer" and was unable to implement it. Ever since Avril taught that Hammer a lesson, no one was guarding the door anymore.
However, there were still guards downstairs, the only window in the attic was sealed, and the only passage leading outside was the stairs, so there was no fear of her escaping.
After some fiddling, the call magically connected.
The female hostage was excited. She carefully held the receiver and microphone with only the coil left, praying in her heart that the person on the other end would quickly answer the call.
Beep...beep...
Several connected tones seemed to last for a century. Finally, the call was connected. There was some noise on the other side, and the person on the phone was a man.
"Which one?"
"Oh, sir, help me, I've been kidnapped, please help me, my name is..."
“Crazy, toot toot~~~”
The phone was hung up mercilessly, and the female hostage's mood hit rock bottom. She suppressed her frustration and started simulating dialing with two wires again.
Beep...beep...
The hope of life came again, but after the call was connected, the female hostage said a few words, and the other party didn't even say anything and hung up directly.
The female hostage collapsed and wanted to cry. When those people hung up the phone, they also cut off her hope of survival. After crying a few times, the female hostage held back her tears and continued to try.
After some fiddling, the connection tone rang again, and the female hostage prayed that the person who answered the phone would not hang up her call rudely.
As soon as the call was connected, the female hostage begged in a tearful voice: "Sir...sir, please, don't hang up the phone..."
The man on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "Who are you? I have no interest in playing pranks on you..."
"No, no, no, sir, this is not a prank. Help me. My name is Jessica Martin. I live at 15 Lyric Street. Someone kidnapped me. They used me to blackmail my husband into making bombs for them. Those people
Created last night’s bombing…”
"Bombing? Wait, you're talking about the bombing at the premiere, with a reward of 500,000?"
The man was a little impatient when he suddenly heard this. His first reaction was that he didn't believe it. There were many shows about people in Los Angeles. But then his intuition told him that this was probably true. Why not give it a try?
As for $500,000...
"Help me, help me, sir, I swear everything I said is true. My kidnapper smashed this phone with a baseball bat and I dialed the number randomly with the broken thread. Please
You must save me, call the police for me, and hand over the phone to the police..."
The female hostage didn't know what the reward was, so she could only pray with her best efforts.
In the car, Mike Chen was a little hesitant. The phone number that suddenly came in was too weird, but he wanted to give it a try. If it was true, with $500,000, his wish to open a chain of martial arts gyms could come true.
"Dudu~~ Ford with the tail number 37xcg, please pull over..."
Mike Chen didn't notice when there was a police car behind his car.
The broadcast just now was from the police officer in the police car warning him to pull over. It was better to come early than to come by chance. Mike Chen's eyes lit up.
"Sir, you are talking on the phone while driving and are suspected of dangerous driving. Please put your hands on the steering wheel so that I can see them, and then... Mike Chen, why is it you?"
Carl had just warned a car parked on the side of the road for dangerous driving, but found out that the driver of the car was actually a combat instructor hired by their police station two days ago.
The Los Angeles police not only regularly invites the Marine Corps to conduct SWAT training, but also invites other experts to conduct skill training for ordinary police officers, including shooting experts, empty-handed and armed combat experts, criminal psychology experts...
Mike Chen was the instructor of the recent hand-to-hand combat course of the West Hollywood Police Department. The West Hollywood Police Department signed a contract with him for 25 training courses. Carl, who had a close relationship with Carlos, knew that Chief Javier had personally determined this matter.
Javier has been committed to improving the self-protection capabilities of his police officers. He had previously seconded sniper master Bob Lee Swagger to the Marine Corps to provide short-term sniper training to his snipers.
Facts have proved that Swager is indeed a master. Although he is also a terrorist, he can shoot a headshot from 1,500 meters away. Not many people in the United States can achieve this skill 100%.
With Swager's guidance in front of him, Javier recognized the combat capabilities of the Marine Corps. After asking about combat-related matters, the Marine Corps recommended Mike Chen, whom they had been working with, to Javier.
A collaboration between the West Hollywood Police Department and Mike Chen.
But before Karl finished speaking, Mike Chen had already handed over a mobile phone: "Mr. Police, a strange woman called my mobile phone and said that he was kidnapped. He also said that his husband was forced to participate in the premiere bombing...
…”
Mike Chen has trained too many police officers and does not remember who Carl is, but this does not affect him from asking the police for help.
Karl was startled, picked up the phone, and after a brief exchange with Jessica on the other end, he immediately confirmed that this was true. No one would dare to play a prank on the police in this kind of thing.
After only thinking for a few seconds, Carl made a decision. This matter was not something that the police could handle, and TU must be notified as soon as possible.
Of course, he would not call any official number to inform TU, but of course he would call his good brother Owen.
…
On the street, in the car.
When Carl called, Owen was sitting in the car and following the field team back to CTU. Heartbeat was driving, and Owen was sitting in the passenger seat. The two were discussing the case. Carl's call came in, and Owen made a wait gesture.
"Karl?"
"Steve, I received a call here. It was from a woman. She claimed to have been kidnapped. The kidnapper was the murderer of the premiere bombing. They used her to write about her husband making bombs..."
Irving perked up after hearing Karl's words, "Where are you?"
"One kilometer west to east of the intersection of Fountain Street and Norfolk Road..."
"Wait for me, I'll be there soon."
Irving put down the phone, picked up the intercom in the car and shouted: "Attention everyone, there are major clues, the target location is the intersection of Fountain Street and Norfolk Road..."
Two seconds later, on the avenue, CTU's black fleet turned collectively and sped towards their destination.
On Fountain Street, CTU's motorcade pulled over. In front of them were Karl and an Asian man who looked very well-dressed. Irving got out of the car and ran over, asking from a distance: "What's going on?"
Karl came up to him, handed Owen a mobile phone, pointed to Mike Chen beside him, and introduced at the same time: "Someone called his mobile phone, and the call has not been disconnected yet..."