Chapter 1083 Solve the Case at the Speed of Light

On the morning of the 5th, Vic McGee drove around the former residence of APLUS Hyde Park. In addition to the candles that had been extinguished, there was a small blackboard at the door, which was covered with messages from fans. The news of the successful operation of the idol, some diehard fans held placards and sang his WhereIsTheLove chorus, sincerely.

"hey-hey……"

Vic was so happy that he parked the car at the feet of the police officers on duty outside, and his two former stormtrooper teammates were fishing in uniform.

"Vic? Are you on vacation today?" Teammates saw him in plain clothes and asked, leaning on the roof of the car.

"Almost, I'm so idle, let's go out for a walk." Vic replied.

"I really envy you. Those Ngers just made a fuss all night, and the urban area is short of manpower, so we have to come out to be on duty during the day."

The teammate tugged at the uniform on his body, feeling helpless, "Someone fired a gun into the sky in the car, not far from here, to the west."

"Where's the sheriff?" Vic didn't bother to care about any black troubles. He couldn't find his old boss in this group of police officers. He asked.

"I went to help those three unlucky ghosts around the house." The teammate replied.

"OK." Vic started the car.

"Wait, wait, you don't want to get involved in this case, do you?"

The best friend who has been working together for many years, the teammates immediately reacted and quickly reminded: "There are many FBIs there, you don't think they will forget you?"

"Shxt, I have to get out of that fucking office with hemorrhoids..."

Vic didn't hide it any more. He wanted to make meritorious service and get rid of the clerical job in the small town police station. Maybe he could get a reward from APLUS. If he survived, his addiction to solving crimes was almost uncontrollable.

"Don't blame us for not reminding you." His teammates understood him and knocked on the roof of the car no longer to stop him.

Vic drove the car to the north of the city. Along the way, he saw many shops with smashed windows, as well as tires that were still emitting black smoke and bad smells. Many cars parked on the roadside were overturned and their wheels were upside down.

The weather in Chicago today is good, there is snow but the sky is clear. He drove from the south of the city to the crime scene in the northern suburbs. There are indeed many FBIs, and they should all be people who have dealt with his own Chicago branch. He didn’t dare to stay longer. Looking at the homework I did last night on the map, I continued to drive until I reached a country house.

There are still a lot of police cars, there are still a lot of FBI, besides candles, flowers, photos of the three deceased, etc. are placed on the lawn at the entrance. The rural areas in the Midwest are definitely a society of acquaintances. From time to time, cars stop and come out wearing black clothes. Men and women, enter the house.

Those who don't wear black and police uniforms must be plainclothes or FBI agents. He recognized the old boss who was talking to people at the door, put on his uniform, and got out of the car bravely.

"Vic? You were seconded?" The sheriff misunderstood him when he saw him. The city bureau was short of manpower. To prevent riots from black people, they had to set up checkpoints and drag nets on the roads in and out of the city. Many people were seconded from the surrounding area.

"Hey...no, I just want to help." Vic didn't dare to lie about this, otherwise he would lose his job. He smiled flatteringly.

"Don't make trouble with M-FXXK, go back."

The sheriff immediately swears.

"I'm on vacation today, come and have a look, as a good citizen, can't you come to be a volunteer vigilante?"

"Get out of my face! Go away!"

"Do not be like that……"

Just as they were struggling, seven or eight plainclothes men rushed out of the house and headed for their own cars.

"Have you found anything!? Hey!" The sheriff immediately asked loudly.

"We caught them at a motel on the Wisconsin border!" After the other party answered, they all got into the car and drove away.

"Damn! Let the FBI take the lead, then let's go too! Follow them!"

The sheriff quickly called his men, "Don't follow me! This is my last warning!" Knowing Vic's temper, he handed him a document, "Go here,

Help your old colleagues take notes, don't play tricks! "

"Yes Sir!"

Vic saluted, and he just got the errand. He didn't believe how active the FBI would be. He called his old colleagues last night and the feedback he actually got was that the FBI Chicago branch was very perfunctory about the shooting of APLUS. effort, reason...

Of course it has something to do with me.

The sheriff soon took the man away, and Vic was not in a hurry to go to the address on the document. He walked around the house twice, and also "borrowed" the landline inside to make a call to his eldest daughter in Alaska. Don't worry about APLUS's life, the operation has been successful and so on.

Without getting any clues, he went out with his bald head and drove into the car to the address given by the sheriff, a bar frequented by local red necks.

"Yes, the father of the three deceased came here often. Some time ago, he asked everywhere about the land sale. I told him not to trust those real estate developers. Maybe there is oil under the farmland, and he will lose a lot if he sells it."

Old colleagues were helping the local police to take notes. An old cowboy who was questioned said: "Later he said that he met the Nger singer who was shot twice and talked about selling land. It didn't look like a scam. That Nger singer is not bad, very frank. That's all, other... I don't know."

Vic hooks up with an old colleague, a policewoman, and takes a job from her.

It's nothing more than asking questions according to the procedure, and the regulars of these country bars are happy to accept them, and they can adjust their boring life.

"You mean, that father often sits with foreigners with strange faces? What time?"

After taking notes continuously until noon, Vic finally got some useful information from an alcoholic who was drunk in the early morning, "Are these three people?" He showed the police suspect's photos and sketches to the other party.

"I don't remember, but...not three, but four."

"Four? Are you sure?"

"I can... be sure, there are four." The alcoholic replied, "They came here often some time ago."

"There should be another driver to pick him up." The old colleague, the policewoman, interjected.

"Since when did you come to this bar?" Vic continued.

The drunk shook his head.

"I also have witnesses here." The old colleague, the policewoman, pointed to a more reliable witness, "He recognized the three suspects who often sat with the deceased, and they seemed to have a pleasant chat...these people Has an East Coast accent. We're getting someone to do a sketch and find a fourth."

Keep the change, please.

A police officer came in and said, "The FBI just shot him dead in a motel, and the wounded gunman, and now only one is at large." He pointed to the most ferocious gangster in the sketch.

"Have you confirmed your identity?" Vic asked.

"I'm doing fingerprint database comparison. If there is a criminal record, the result should not be slow."

"Sorry, Vic, your chance to do meritorious service is gone." The old colleague, the policewoman, teased.

Vic McGee angrily put away the pen and paper.

‘The FBI has just killed two gangsters in a road chase leading to Wisconsin, one of whom is a suspect involved in the shooting of APLUS, whose identity is currently unknown. The other person was considered by the FBI to be the driver and the real mastermind of the shooting. After comparing the fingerprints, the FBI believed that his name was McTownley. He had committed many major bank robberies in the Midwest in his early years...’

In the afternoon, the TV station began to sing praises for the FBI, "The Chicago branch of the FBI claimed that this was an extremely difficult battle. Two gangsters took advantage of the favorable terrain to fight tenaciously, and many agents were injured in the exchange of fire... The progress of the investigation of the APLUS shooting case Fast, but the FBI admits the motive for the crime remains a mystery."

'The latest news is that the identity of the only gunman at large has been identified. Trevor Phillips, an Italian-Canadian, has been reported to have successfully fled back to Canada. At present, the border police of the two countries are conducting a joint operation. The FBI believes that he possesses an automatic rifle. Waiting for heavy firepower...'