Chapter 700 Must Be Captured Alive (Please Vote and Subscribe!!!)

"Will, please."

In the FBI Headquarters, Countermeasures Analysis Room, Jack sent an invitation to the young man in the corner:

"Analyze the prisoner's next actions for us."

Uh-huh!

Everyone looked together and saw a young man sitting in the corner, holding a cup of hot tea and looking a little pale, standing up.

Putting down the tea cup, Will walked to the backlight panel, and Jack stepped aside and gave up his position.

Under the gaze of countless eyes

Will scratched his messy chicken coop-like curly hair and said:

"Hello everyone, I'm Will Smith."

Everyone looked at each other.

Of course they had heard of Will. Many of the cases taken over by the FBI were solved with his help.

Will Smith is also somewhat famous.

"Will, get to the point."

Jack reminded.

"oh."

Will, who realized that he was not in class, cleared his throat and said:

"This afternoon, I went to investigate the crime scene where the prisoner committed the crime in King's Chapel Cemetery."

"According to my observation, the prisoner should be proficient in fighting skills and have strong anti-investigation capabilities. It is very likely that he has served in the military."

"What kind of military service would allow him to take on an entire gang?"

One detective said doubtfully:

"He was alone, surrounded by hundreds of people, and killed the leader of the Black Snake Gang!"

"That's right."

Will nodded and said in a solemn tone:

"According to eyewitnesses, he not only killed the leader of the Black Snake Gang in just a few minutes, but also escaped unscathed."

"The firepower relied on was only a Remington M870 shotgun. There were no fingerprints at the crime scene. We couldn't even identify him as the perpetrator."

"But that doesn't stop us from tracking him down."

A photo is pasted on the backlight board. It is a blue muscle car. The photo is a bit blurry:

"Initially, the prisoner was driving a Harley-Davidson motorcycle without a license plate."

"But downstairs of Sindora Company, we found no trace of Harley-Davidson motorcycles. The prisoner escaped in a blue and black Ford Shelby with at least one accomplice."

"According to the criminal's pattern of committing crimes, I'm afraid he has already abandoned the Ford Shelby sports car and replaced it with another car, Jack."

Will looked at his companions aside:

"Did the Boston Police Department receive any reports of vehicle theft tonight?"

"No."

Jack pursed his lips:

"The Boston Police Department has been mobilized, and we have not received any useful information so far."

"Um"

After lowering his head and thinking for a long time, Will suddenly said:

"We cannot rule out the possibility that the prisoner has fled Boston."

"Wait a moment!"

Will's body trembled and he realized that he had missed a very important clue:

"Why didn't we see Sawada Hongshu?"

"Were the kidnapped children also in that Ford Shelby?"

"No, that's not right."

Big beads of sweat oozed from his forehead. He covered his head and began to recall the places where Sakaki had appeared and the people he had come into contact with.

The detectives sitting below were completely confused and had no idea what Will was doing.

On the contrary, Jack, who knew him best, stood aside and waited patiently.

Why would a prisoner with a strong sense of anti-detection stand calmly in front of them and smoke?

like

Deliberately waiting for them.

"He has more than one accomplice!"

Finally, Will said with an ugly face:

"He used himself as bait to keep our attention on the Ford Shelby and ignore the hostages!"

"No wonder. No wonder."

"Will, calm down for a moment."

Jack patted him on the shoulder and said:

"The higher-ups said that the hostages are not important, we just need to capture Sakaki Makoto."

"The hostages are not important?"

Will was stunned and looked at his old friend blankly, unable to believe that he actually said such a thing.

"Our mission is to catch terrorists who endanger national security."

Gritting his teeth, Jack said with difficulty:

"Compared to national security, a hostage is obviously not that important."

"The order from above is..."

"Once Sakaki takes hostages, we can be on the spot"

"Kill the hostages!"

As long as the hostage is killed, Sakaki will not have enough leverage.

This is also the reason why the FBI has not released any information about Sakaki to the public so far.

The higher-ups obviously planned to suppress this matter and arrest Sakaki Makoto quietly.

Even if it is discovered by the public.

Just find a scapegoat afterwards, or say that the sniper pistol went off and accidentally hit the target.

Who hasn’t made a mistake yet?

Even if the price of the mistake is a fresh life.

Will felt that his views were challenged.

Is this still the motherland he is proud of?

Isn’t the job of the police to protect people’s lives?

Why is he trying so hard?

Are you sacrificing yourself in the end just to satisfy the needs of the upper class?

this.

What's the difference with a dog?

"Of course, the higher-ups also said that we should do our best to avoid this situation from happening."

Jack comforted him and said:

"Otherwise we wouldn't have sent so many elites."

"Jack, tell me the truth."

Will said solemnly:

"What do the higher-ups want from Sakaki Cheng?"

"Why didn't you give the order to shoot downstairs at Sindora Company?"

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Jack was speechless.

He didn't know how to answer this question, and he couldn't answer it.

It's a matter of top secrets from the FBI, and it's not something that some young agents can know about.

even

Even Jack himself didn't quite understand why.

He cannot disobey orders from above.

Capture Sakaki Makoto alive!

At the end of the phone call, the superior emphasized these four words.

Can.

How difficult is it to capture him alive?

Even with thousands of police officers dispatched, Jack still had no confidence.

Faintly.

He felt that he was being involved in a long-standing and huge storm.

dilemma.

"Will, you have to forgive Director Jack."

At this moment, Lecter, who was leaning against the wall in the corner and watching for a long time, walked out of the darkness with a smile and persuaded:

"Have you ever considered it?"

"Sakaki's origin?"

"origin?"

Will frowned:

"What do you want to say?"

"He is not an American. You have to know that an illegal immigrant who fell from the sky, killed people in public, and kidnapped hostages must have been instructed by someone or an organization."

Under a gentle smile, Lecter said calmly:

"We cannot determine the specific origin of Sakaki, so it is natural to interrogate him."

"What if he is a foreign spy?"

"The upper management considers the situation far more comprehensively than we do."

His voice was calm and kind, as if it had convincing magic power.

Will's frown relaxed slightly, and he was no longer as resistant as before.

Boom!

The door to the countermeasures analysis room was suddenly knocked open, and an operator rushed in waving documents:

"We just received a report that we found the suspect vehicle Ford Shelby in the fourth block!"