Chapter 390 “Wild Cat Bullets”, Talents in Prison

 Special Investigation Team, office area.

 “Kidnapping** case?”

Luo An narrowed his eyes slightly and asked:

 “What exactly happened?”

 “Obeid’s daughter is a college student and has just come of age.”

Mona tapped the keyboard a few times to retrieve the case file from the legal system and replied:

“One night a few months ago, Obaid’s daughter was kidnapped on her way back to her university dormitory after working part-time.

At first the other party only wanted money, but when he saw that Obaid's daughter was more beautiful, he had other ideas.

More than forty hours after the incident, the Department of Special Victims Services found Obaid’s daughter. She had many scars on her body and her mental condition was not stable.

In the court, the lawyer presented the test report that the murderer had smoked flour at the time of the crime and had mental problems. Judge Taylor-Davis did not agree to Obeid's request to sentence the other party to death or life imprisonment, but only sentenced him to a few years in prison. . "

After listening to Mona's narration, and then seeing the information records on the computer about Obaid's daughter's psychological counseling experience for several months, and that her mental state has not recovered so far, and she even dropped out of college, Luo An He sighed in a low voice:

 “An angry father will do anything for his daughter.”

Michelle next to her nodded, Mona pursed her lips and said nothing.

At this moment, the landline phone next to him suddenly rang. Michelle picked up the answer and answered a few words, then hung up the phone and turned around:

“The Trace Inspection Section said that the ballistic test report and crime scene report for this case have been completed, and the autopsy report will take some time. I will go downstairs to get them back.”

 “OK, thank you for your hard work.”

 Michelle turned around and left. Roan patted Mona on the shoulder and walked to the equipment room aside:

 “Let’s go, Mona, come with me to talk to this father.”

　　——

Obeid’s gun shop is located in the southern area of ​​Los Angeles. The gun shop is very large and the decoration is very straightforward and rough. As soon as Luo An opened the door, he saw several rifles pointed at him.

Obeid, the owner of the gun shop, has a sinewy face, is very tall and strong, and does not look like a guy to be trifled with at first glance.

 “FBI.”

Facing the clerk who came up to ask what he and Mona needed, Luo An took out the FBI's golden badge and showed it to him, then selectively ignored Obaid's unkind gaze, walked up to him and said softly:

 “Hello, Mr. Obaid, Weneedtotalk.”

Mona glanced at Luo An calmly. Obaid stared at Luo An with wide eyes for a few seconds, then coldly snorted and threw the gun he was cleaning to the clerk, turned around and walked to a room at the back of the gun store:

 “Let’s go there and talk, don’t affect my business!”

In the room for temporary rest, Obaid poured himself a glass of water and drank it in one gulp. He had no intention of pouring it for Roan and Mona and asked directly:

 “What do you want from me?”

  “There’s something I’d like to ask about.”

 Looking at the dirty cup, Luo An gave up the idea of ​​pouring himself a glass of water and asked:

 “Where were you early this morning?”

 “I’m sleeping at home.”

Obeid's mind was spinning very quickly. After answering the question, he immediately thought of many things. He leaned forward and looked at Luo An, and said with a serious face:

"I don't know what other cases you have encountered. Those things have absolutely nothing to do with me."

"OK." Luo An nodded. On the way here, Mona had been checking the surveillance records of Obaid's community. It indeed showed that Obaid had been with his wife and daughter since returning home and had never left. Home door.

At this point, Obaid's suspicion could be temporarily ruled out, and there was no need for Roan and Mona to come to this gun store, but later they received a new message from Michelle.

Luo An took out a photo from his pocket. In the photo was the bullet slug left at the crime scene.

Michelle said that based on the trace inspection department's test, they can determine that this is a processed "wildcat bomb."

  “Wildcat bullets” are homemade bullets made by federal shooters. They are usually manufactured by modifying existing commercial bullets in order to optimize the performance of the ammunition, such as higher kinetic energy and straighter flight.

There are many people who can make this kind of bullets, and gun shop owners are definitely one of them, especially Obaid, who has been in the gun shop for more than ten years.

“Our records show that Mr. Obaid you have attended six times, the Los Angeles Gun Association, gun shows, and even served as a judge on bullets once.”

Luo An handed the photo to Obaid and said quietly:

“I’m sure you can tell who’s behind this bullet, right?”

 “Sorry, I’m old and I didn’t see it.”

Obaid took the photo and glanced at it briefly. He handed the photo back to Luo An in less than a second and replied:

 “Can you leave now?”

Luo An, who had been observing Obaid carefully, clearly saw the unnatural look on his face when he checked the bullet in the photo, so Luo An did not take the photo back, but took out a business card from his pocket with a string of telephone number:

“We know about your daughter and this is a foundation that helps special victims.

Your daughter’s situation is completely within the scope of this foundation’s help, and I think you may need it. "

Roan had previously asked Mona to investigate the murderer who hurt Obaid’s daughter. He was indeed a bad person.

But Luo An is now a law enforcement officer after all, and it is impossible for him to give Obaid the contact information of the prison administrator of the prison where his daughter's murderer is held just because he sympathizes with him.

Obeid is a stranger to Luo An. Once this kind of thing is done, there will be clues left if someone wants to investigate. Luo An and Obeid are not related, so it is impossible to do this.

However, if conditions permit, it is still possible to help Obaid's daughter. An innocent young girl should have a better life and should not be ruined by this incident.

"you…"

At first when he heard Luo An mention his daughter, Obaid was still full of anger, but when Luo An finished speaking, Obaid fell silent instantly.

Obeid has spent a lot of money to solve his daughter's mental problems, and he may be selling the gun shop soon.

 After a long silence, Obaid's whole body seemed to collapse. He was no longer as stiff as before, and whispered:

 “I’m sorry, I’m just... I’m really sorry.”

While apologizing, Obaid turned the photo in his hand to the back, took out a pen and wrote a line of letters on it, and finally stuffed it into Luo An's arms, sighed and whispered:

“This is the guy’s name and address. If you encounter anything else later, I will do my best to cooperate with you... I’m sorry. I apologize to you for my actions and words just now.”

Looking at the old father in front of him who was worried about his daughter, Luo An didn't mention what happened just now. He handed Obaid the contact information of the foundation, took back the photo and handed it to Mona, and briefly chatted with Obaid. After a few words, he left the room with Mona and walked to the SUV, preparing to use his laptop to check the other party's identity information.

In the passenger seat of the SUV, Mona quickly found the other person based on the information behind the photo:

“Hex-Lawrence, 43, who was in and out of prison many times as a young man, is now the organizer of a gun club in southeast Los Angeles.”

 “Another talent from the prison system.”

Looking at the chubby middle-aged white man in the photo, Luo An started the SUV and drove toward southeast Los Angeles, and then asked:

“Is there any connection between Hex, or any of Hex’s family and friends, and Judge Taylor-Davies?”

 (End of this chapter)