Chapter 1170: Gunfire During a Peaceful "Walk"

"So, you mean that the greatest value of a call girl is not in bed, but more in psychological satisfaction?"

Jack was really enlightened. Although he had heard that there were some projects under the name of sex therapists, and in some states, they could even get formal licenses.

But this madam was able to expand her business from simple sexual services to this high-end market. It must be said that there are indeed some tricks.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Payton, while it was still light, Jack and Aubrey drove to the "Reunion Tower" in the city center to have afternoon tea and meet up with Jiejie to sort out the clues of the case they currently have.

Most cities have more or less such landmark buildings in the city center, among which the TV tower used to provide radio and television signals is probably the most indispensable.

Of course, with the development of the times, the functions of these tower-like buildings are no longer limited to providing wireless signals, but have also become an important tourist attraction.

The same is true for the Reunion Tower in Dallas, which is 171 meters high and the main part is a grid-shaped sphere, like a bird's nest installed on a concrete pillar.

This "bird's nest" has three floors. The lower floor is an observation deck, the middle floor is a revolving restaurant, and the top floor is a bar.

Generally speaking, downtown Dallas is a fairly safe area in the United States. Perhaps it is true that everyone has a gun so there will be no chaos.

Texas is probably the state with the most relaxed gun policy in the United States. According to a bill that came into effect not long ago, most Texas citizens who legally own guns can carry guns in public without training or a gun license.

It was this point that made Jack a little uncomfortable. Perhaps other people would only be surprised that a beauty dressed as a sexy cowgirl opened the elevator door for them, but he could clearly see that the revolver on her slender waist was genuine and the cylinder was full of bullets.

Jiejie was already waiting for the two in the revolving restaurant in the middle. Because they had made a simple communication on the phone in advance, she smiled and teased when she saw the two.

"What are you going to do next? Now that you have lost your only motivation, why don't you try your luck by contacting those girls through that lady?"

"As someone told us not long ago, no call girl will be willing to speak to the FBI." Jack asked for a pot of black tea for the three of them while admiring the surrounding scenery.

Thanks to the evil deeds of some of his unknown colleagues, the FBI is not infamous in some aspects, but at least it is stinking.

Going back on one's word is commonplace. If there is really no performance or in order to get promoted and make money, it is common to send one's own informants in.

I thought that if I could find the madam, the rest of the things would be easier, but I didn't expect that they still adopted the "BtoC model", and the main customer list was in the hands of the "girls" themselves.

This may just be a way for the madam to avoid risks, but it is undeniable that it is indeed very effective. At least in terms of collecting evidence, it is difficult to convict unless the offender is caught in the act.

Jiejie blinked her beautiful eyes, "I'm curious, if that's the case, how did Ms. Payton and the people behind her make a profit? Just by collecting "training" fees?"

"Of course it's more than that." Aubrey had already privately inquired through his former circle, "Ms. Payton is actually in the same group as our 'scavenger'.

While they guarantee those girls, they are also responsible for their personal safety. In return, each 'call girl' has to donate a sum of money to a charity fund regularly."

It sounds more reliable than food delivery platforms such as "X Group" and "Baolemei". Jack shrugged and was about to continue looking through the information, but he noticed that there was a crowd gathering on the street below, and police cars blocked the road at the surrounding intersections.

"Are there any demonstrations in the local area recently?" He didn't ask the two people around him who were new to the place like him, but muttered casually, and took out his mobile phone to check the local news.

Is there a 'Black Lives Matter' parade in Dallas? Jack was shocked when he saw the title of the relevant report. He thought, has the "Floyd" incident that has led to the intensification of the class division in the old Americans finally happened?

He continued to browse the specific content and was slightly relieved. It turned out that this was a peaceful "walk" organized by an organization called "Next Generation Action Network" in response to two incidents of black criminals being shot dead by police in Louisiana and Minnesota a few days ago.

The report said that a total of about 800 people responded to this peaceful "walk" event. Jack observed the blocked street and found that the number of people was indeed not large, but there were quite a few police officers.

The street where the "walk" was located was near a neighborhood garden called "Bello Garden", and there were many adjacent intersections.

Usually, four to six police cars can block both sides of a major intersection, so at this moment, there were police car lights flashing on both sides of the street, and there were no less than forty or fifty of them.

According to the configuration of two police officers per police car, the local police station dispatched nearly 100 police officers to maintain order in this "walk" event.

So the three FBI agents were "trapped" on top of the tower, because the location of this peaceful "walk" was right between the hotel where they were staying and the "Reunion Tower."

Fortunately, it is work no matter where you work. The three of them simply had dinner in the revolving restaurant. It was almost 9 o'clock in the evening. Seeing that the activities on the street were coming to an end, they packed up their things and took the elevator down to the parking lot to prepare to go back to the hotel.

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Jack drove the Subaru past the famous Dealey Plaza, which was the scene of Kennedy's assassination. When he was about to turn left and pass the presidential memorial square affectionately called "JFK" by Americans, a sound like firecrackers sounded not far away.

The three people in the car subconsciously lowered their heads, and Jack even pressed the window button to lower the window glass a little to make it easier for him to determine the source of the gunshot.

"More than 300 meters ahead, there are automatic rifles, and someone is exchanging fire with the police." Almost at the same time Jack opened his mouth, countless noisy sirens sounded around him, drowning out his subsequent words in the sound waves.

"What did you say?" Aubrey shouted loudly with his eyes wide open.

"I said someone is exchanging fire with the police!" Jack repeated the second half of his sentence loudly, then reclined the seat and reached out to him, "Bulletproof vests! Give us bulletproof vests first!"

Jiejie sat in the passenger seat, so Aubrey could only sit in the back seat. There was only a foldable partition between the back seat and the trunk, and all their equipment was placed in the trunk.