Officer Engel came down from upstairs in a very unhappy mood. A police detective was looking for his lost ID. Engel looked at him with disgust. Such a stupid subordinate...
"Have you printed the photos you asked to print?"
Engel yelled at his assistant, wanting to clean up the mess caused by those damn Albanians, which made him inexplicably irritable.
"Jill has already gone to print. It will be ready soon."
The assistant answered cautiously. Everyone knew that a thunderstorm was brewing above their heads, and thunder and lightning might strike at any time.
"Who is this person?"
Engel accidentally saw the bald driver doing nothing on the sidelines. Due to the sensitivity of the police, he immediately recognized that this guy was not there when they arrived.
After beckoning the other person over, Engel began his routine cross-examination.
"What? You said a police detective has questioned you? Why didn't anyone report to me..."
Engel was furious, and all the negative emotions he had accumulated today finally exploded. The Albanians were already disgusted, and these subordinates did not let him worry.
"Whoever interrogated this guy, come forward..."
Engel was ready to find a punching bag, but no one agreed. Although his detectives were all silent, no one came forward.
This made Engel even more angry.
At this moment, his assistant ran over: "Head, the photo has been printed..."
Another assistant had just printed out a photo from the hotel's administrative office and didn't pay attention at first. Only when he ran over did he realize that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
"Well……"
He knew that he might be in trouble. Sure enough, Engel's face looked very dark, showing signs of a thunderstorm.
Just when Engel was about to explode, the bald driver suddenly pointed to the photo in his assistant's hand and said, "That's the detective..."
Everyone looked and saw that he was actually pointing to Owen in the photo.
"Are you sure?"
Engel's anger disappeared instantly, and he grasped something keenly.
"Yes, I am absolutely not wrong. The police detective asked me a lot of things at that time, and he asked me very carefully."
The balding driver patted his chest in assurance.
"What did he ask you?"
A trace of doubt arose in Engel's mind. It was very suspicious that the murder suspect risked his own life and returned to the murder scene.
The bald driver told Engel again what he had just recounted, and Engel already knew what he was going to do next.
Engel ran quickly and rushed into the car, "Why are you still standing there? Go to that car rental company. The other party must be there now..."
Other policemen followed one after another. In the car, Engel was thinking while driving. He didn't know why that guy was so brave. He dared to enter and return to the scene again after killing people, and he also dared to pretend to be a policeman.
The policeman's intuition made him think that this might be another trouble, but no matter what, he had to catch the other party. Now, the biggest trouble was those Albanians.
…
car shop
The young man took Owen to a small independent room where two computers were placed.
"What's the license plate number?"
Irving reported the license plate number, and the young man quickly retrieved the GPS driving track of the Mercedes-Benz.
"That's it. I still have something to do. If you have any questions, please call me anytime..."
After the young man finished speaking, he left the room, and Owen began to carefully check the GPS track.
The trajectory shows that the car stopped at one place in the middle and is still moving now.
If Owen did not speak to Brian, then it may be necessary to distinguish. The place where the car stopped may be where the hostages were handed over to others, or it may be simply a traffic jam.
But now it is easy to make a judgment. Brian said that he was locked up in a place, and the other party took Lenore away, so the place where he parked briefly must be where Brian was being held, and the car that was still moving was
Represents Lenore.
Irving went out and asked the young man to enter his password on his mobile phone. The GPS track of the Mercedes-Benz was quickly displayed on his mobile phone webpage.
Outside the car rental shop, Owen got into a taxi.
"Go here."
He showed his cell phone to the driver and at the same time took a picture of a hundred-dollar Franklin on the center console.
The driver was very enthusiastic and said, "Sit tight, we'll be there soon."
The taxi started to leave, and the speed instantly increased to 100. Irving himself often raced, and it was obvious that the driver's driving level was very high, especially on the narrow streets with characteristics like Turkey, 100 is already a very fast speed.
Less than a minute after the taxi left, several police cars arrived at lightning speed. Before the car stopped, Engel opened the door, jumped out of the car, and rushed into the store in a hurry.
The clerk was startled by the gang of men with guns and menace who rushed in. If they hadn't shown their IDs, the young man would have thought it was a gangster coming to collect management fees.
The police first searched the store but found nothing.
Everyone returned to where they were when they entered the door. Seeing the way everyone shook their heads, Engel knew that he had let the other party escape again this time.
He took out the photo and asked, "Has this person been here today?"
The young man still raised his hand, glanced at the photo, and then nodded nervously.
"Where are the others?"
"Go...go, just left."
The young man swallowed nervously, then pointed in the direction Owen left, his voice trembling.
"What is he doing here?"
Engel's face flushed with anxiety. He was eager to catch that guy so that he could get rid of those Albanian plague gods as soon as possible, but every time he missed a step, which made him feel so tight in his chest that he wanted to vomit blood. This feeling was too suffocating.
"Check...check GPS..."
GPS, doubts arose in Engel's heart, "Take me to see it."
…
On the crowded streets, taxis glided through various streets and alleys like a swimming fish. The driver was very excited because another hundred dollars came into his pocket. In less than an hour, he had already earned
For $400, it was a windfall.
The GPS showed that the car was constantly moving, and the driver was constantly adjusting the route and taking shortcuts.
Suddenly, Owen noticed that the car on the GPS was no longer moving. Owen was worried and loudly urged the driver. This meant that the other party had arrived. This was not good news. The possibility of Lenore being harmed would greatly increase.
Stimulated by another picture of Franklin, the driver increased the speed again, the engine made an abnormal roar, and the driver drove the speed to the limit.
"What is this place?"
Owen pointed to the final trajectory shown by the GPS.
"Marvin Bridge is a slum area, a paradise for all kinds of homeless people and gangs, as well as countless drug addicts and robbers. It's a place where the police don't want to go. Ordinary people never go near it..."
What the driver said obviously did not dissuade Owen. The car quickly arrived, and the GPS showed that the target was ahead. Owen also saw the Mercedes-Benz parked at the end of the road. From a distance, the license plate number was the one they were tracking.