Lockhart & Gardner Law Firm, Owen looked up at the nameplate on the wall, yes, this is it.
After explaining the purpose of his visit to the front desk, Owen was invited into an office. After a while, a tall woman who had nothing to do with beauty but had a shrewd and capable temperament walked in with an elegant gait.
"Mr. Steve Irwin?"
"Yes."
"I am Diane Lockhart, one of the named partners of this law firm."
"Oh, I noticed, it's still the first place."
Owen shook hands with the other party and the two parties sat down.
"Are you here about the Jack Bauer case?"
"Yes, I want your law firm to represent Jack Bauer, and I want Will Gardner and Alicia Florrick to be responsible..."
Owen explained his demands in detail, and Diane did not have any objection.
"Of course. Gardner is also the named partner of this law firm. I'll call them over. Please wait a moment..."
Diane got up and went out, then came back with a man and a woman after a while.
After the two parties sat down again and introduced each other, Owen looked at Will and Alicia carefully and could see nothing but the vigorous and resolute behavior of elite lawyers.
The three lawyers asked about some details, and Irving said everything he could say. What he couldn't say was because it involved confidentiality regulations, and he had no choice.
After some communication, Will Gardner decided on the spot: "Okay, Mr. Owen, we have taken the Jack Bauer case. Now let's talk about our strategy. Mr. Bauer is very passive now because of the video.
It's very bad and will directly affect the jury's judgment. My suggestion is, within the scope you allow, let the public know as much as possible what Jack Bauer or TU has done for the public, and try to win back some people's hearts, at least
Don’t be one-sided either…”
"Okay, I understand."
After coming out of the law firm, I met a group of demonstrators not long after driving. The demonstrators were raising banners against the CTU's abuse of violence. Irving scoffed and took a detour. As Gardner said, these ignorant people simply don't care.
I don’t know what ctu has done for them. They will just shout about human rights, freedom, and the right to know. They wish that ctu would disappear from the earth at this moment. But when the terrorist attack really comes, they will do nothing but squat on the ground and cry.
Nothing can be done.
"Owen, the clue you asked me to check is broken..."
Owen was driving the car and Shabaitian called.
"I'll get to Omega right away. Let's talk about it when I get there."
Owen hung up the phone and drove into the Omega parking lot.
As soon as he entered the door, Sha Baitian greeted him: "I checked all the logistics records and monitoring records of the BBC headquarters in the past few days, and I am basically sure that the information was delivered by this person."
Shabaitian said and called up a surveillance video. The surveillance video showed a black man sneaking up to the door of the BBC, throwing down a package and then running away. The image was fixed on the man. Unfortunately, the camera was a bit blurry, and the man was wrapped tightly.
, basically unable to see clearly the facial features.
The ghost also said at this time: "I followed the video to the place where the man last left, and finally he entered the slums. There is no surveillance there..."
Owen looked at the frozen picture, and it was clear that the other party was well prepared, and even with such a tight covering, facial recognition couldn't be done.
It seemed like there was only one way to go. He knew when he was a policeman that many things that computers couldn't do had to rely on people. Sometimes if you want to get things done, you have to use some means.
"Everyone, change your clothes and come with me."
"Becky, find out which gang is the most powerful in that area and send me the information about their leader."
Several members of the Omega Action Team rode in two vehicles and, led by Ghost, quickly arrived at the location where the previous video was last recorded. Owen looked at his phone and saw that the most powerful gang boss in the area was named "White Bear" Goins.
In the small building where Goins was located, two strong men were smoking cigarettes downstairs, while the lights were brightly lit upstairs. Two hands suddenly stretched out from the darkness to cover their mouths, and then with a blow, the two fell into coma.
The unconscious strong man was dragged into the dark back alley, and then Owen and his friends walked out of the darkness, went upstairs, and broke the door.
A group of killing machines are really overqualified to deal with such unworthy gangsters. Goins looked at Irving who walked in with a livid face. Several of his men were pointed at guns without exception.
Owen strode in quickly, not bothering to talk nonsense with him, and left the photo on the table: "Mobile your people, help me find this person. If you find him, you will be fine. If you don't find him, you will die today..."
Goins looked at the guy in front of him coldly. He must be an official. There is no doubt that he is not afraid of the official. He will die if he cannot be found, haha~~~
"Why do you have that? Don't forget, this is Washington..."
Owen knew that the other party would ask this, and then another photo was thrown on the desk. Goins glanced at it, and it was a photo of himself shaking hands with a woman. However, who was this woman? She looked familiar.
"No need to guess, this woman's name is Avril Berson, the mastermind of the White House hijacking incident. If you can't find the person I want, you will be in the newspaper tomorrow, and you will become Avril's remnant. During the arrest, you were arrested because of resistance
Shot to death."
Irving said it lightly, but Goins was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He also recognized it at this time. The woman in the photo was indeed the wanted criminal that was shown on TV some time ago.
"Photo...the photo is a composite?"
"Yes, but no one can find out."
Owen was confident that this picture was indeed a composite, but if someone really wanted to check it out, the worst they could do was print two copies of it using a human skin mask and then retake it. Owen didn't believe that they could find out this way.
Goins was breaking out in a cold sweat at this moment. He hesitated for a moment and finally decided to give in.
These guys don't play by common sense, and there's no shame in giving in to the authorities.
Goins consciously picked up the phone and gave the order to find someone. Soon, the photos were distributed to all his subordinates, and a census was conducted in the slum.
News quickly spread that someone knew this guy and knew where he lived.
"Look, it's that simple. Now you don't have to be a terrorist anymore, you can continue to be your gang boss."
Irving led his people away and walked far away before Goins wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with a tissue.
Owen had thought before that since the other party entered the slums and was probably trying to make a living here, it would be the fastest way to ask the gangs here to help find him. They were far more familiar with this place than the police.
Owen and his group followed the guy who led the way and appeared in front of a dilapidated three-story building. The building was covered with graffiti and the windows were incomplete. It didn't look like it could be inhabited at all.
"It's in the first room on the second floor, where he usually lives."
The guy who led the way left after speaking. Owen looked at the small building and nodded. Omega entered the small building in cqb formation.
The small building was very smelly, which made Owen wonder if the guy just now was lying to him.
When they arrived at the first room on the second floor, the door was ajar. Owen smelled an unpleasant stench before he entered. The two of them looked at each other and realized it was the stench of corpses.