Chapter 808 The Murderer Is Real, but so Is the Evidence

"Report, a rape and murder case occurred at 4946 Pierce Street. It looks like a burglary at first. There are two bodies, a man and a woman, at the scene."

"Police car No. 7-A-15 will go to respond to the incident at 4946 Pierce Street."

"7-A-26 requests to go."

"7-A-26 standby, 7-A-26 continue patrol."

"7-A-26 received."

After speaking the lines according to the script discussed in advance, Jack put down the walkie-talkie with a nostalgic expression on his face. This call sign has not been used for a long time, which reminds him of the "happy" time when he was in LAPD.

At the same time, the conversation in the police channel continued.

"Notify the forensic doctor to arrive at 4946 Pierce Street."

At this time, Jiejie, wearing tight sportswear and a mobile phone tied to her arm, ran past Jack's plainclothes police car parked on the side of the road and winked at him.

"Be professional, girl. The other party may show up at any time."

Jack coughed lightly and looked at the time. It was 8 o'clock in the evening. It was not abrupt to run at night in such a safe neighborhood at this time. It was just that Jiejie's figure and appearance were too outstanding. She had already sent away several waves of lechers who came to chat with her.

If someone really drove around the surrounding blocks tonight, they would be surprised to find that there were quite a lot of beautiful single girls nearby. They were either running at night, packing things in the backyard, or packing their car trunks in the driveway.

A total of 10 groups of female police officers and the two-person plainclothes team protecting them were "fishing" in the surrounding two blocks with the so-called "murder" address reported by the radio just now as the center of the circle.

In addition, dozens of plainclothes police officers and FBI field agents were ambushed at various intersections and main roads like Jack. In view of the murderer's behavior of pretending to be a federal agent, in order to prevent misunderstandings, all FBI agents present agreed on a code in advance.

Time passed by bit by bit. Jack carefully observed every car passing by him through the front window and rearview mirror, especially some of the cars that deliberately slowed down.

It was unlikely that the murderer would walk, and as the night deepened, the pedestrians on the street became fewer and fewer.

Jack looked at Jiejie who was stretching on the steps. Her curves were too tempting. He couldn't help but look helpless, "Honey, go inside, it's almost 10 o'clock."

It was a bit late at this time. If he didn't attract the murderer, he would attract some pervert. It would be troublesome if he caused any big noise.

Jiejie glanced at the direction of Jack's car intentionally or unintentionally, and then opened the door and entered the house. Not long after, as the lights came on, a graceful figure was projected on the curtains.

Jack curled his lips and was about to pick up the phone to ask about the situation of others. Suddenly, a chaotic noise came from the radio, followed by Tim's loud calls and continuous gunshots.

"Officer down! Officer down!"

"There was an exchange of fire! It was that bastard!"

Jack's heart tightened, and he directly started the plainclothes police car. After driving forward for dozens of meters, he braked and stopped at the door of the house that Jiejie had just entered.

"What happened?" Jiejie ran out in a hurry, already wearing formal clothes.

"It's John and Tim." Jack didn't say much nonsense, and took her and rushed to the location reported by Tim.

The sirens nearby rang out, and all the ambushing police cars nearby turned on the sirens and lights like Jack and rushed to the location reported by Tim on the radio.

With a series of "squeaking" screams from the tires rubbing against the road, Jack, who arrived first, opened the car door and jumped out of the car and rushed to John who was lying beside the car, with Jiejie following closely behind him.

Angela was trying to help John up and check his injuries. Not far away, there was another person lying next to another dark blue Ford Crown sedan. Tim was pointing a gun at the other person and kicked a pistol on the ground with his foot.

"Hey, old man, you must not be in trouble." Jack rushed to John and gave him treatment, and then found that this guy seemed to be fine.

"Ahem. I'm fine." With the help of Jack and Angela, John unbuttoned his bulletproof vest, nervously touched his chest, and then touched his whole body, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

Angela picked up the bulletproof vest and shook it. A deformed bullet fell to the ground. There was a bullet hole in the middle of the chest, but the bullet was blocked by the plug on the soft bulletproof.

Jack pulled the old rookie up from the ground and breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this guy was indeed a "trouble magnet" like himself, or even worse.

With his presence, this guy was able to run into the suspect before him, and was definitely treated as the protagonist.

"It's him, with a spider web tattoo on his neck." Tim looked back at everyone with a nervous expression, and was also relieved to see that John should be fine.

A group of police officers also arrived at this time, and the police cars with flashing lights surrounded the scene. Jack patted John's shoulder, asked him to rest by the car, and walked to Tim's side.

"What happened, how did John get shot?"

Tim looked helpless, "That guy's acting is too good, and he didn't target Angela, but the next door several doors away."

As he spoke, he bent down and reached into the inner pocket of the corpse's suit to take out a wallet, took a look and handed it to Jack.

"He stopped the car on the side of the road and walked straight to that house. He behaved very normally. We didn't recognize him at the first time, at least it didn't arouse my vigilance. He looked like someone's boyfriend who came to visit.

But John thought he was a little suspicious, at least his clothes matched your description, so he got out of the car to question him."

At this time, John also staggered over with the support of Angela and Jiejie, "Yes, I asked him if he lived here, and then he identified himself as the FBI, which immediately aroused my vigilance."

"Then you broke out into a gunfight?" Jack looked at the location he pointed to. The old rookie was lucky. He was only shot at such a close distance.

"I flashed my badge and asked him to show his ID. We were very close at this time. When he turned his head, I noticed the spider web tattoo on his neck.

We drew our guns at the same time. The guy drew his gun from his waist and shot quickly. When he hit me, my gun had just been pulled out of the holster." John said with a lingering fear.

This is the American traditional martial arts drawing technique. John was not wronged. He was out of his teammates' protection and knew that the other party was suspicious but still stayed so close. He was lucky not to get hurt.

"He was also shot by John, staggered to his car, and then I shot him dead." Tim glared at John who had realized his mistake.

Angela punched John in the chest where he was shot, and the guy screamed in pain, "You may not be so lucky next time."

Jack checked the ID in the wallet Tim handed him, and said with a surprised tone, "Guys, this guy's FBI ID seems to be real."