Chapter 405: Emergencies, anti-tank missiles

 Chenier looked at the corpse on the chair, pondered for a few seconds, walked to Luo An and whispered a guess of hers:

“Could it be someone from the naval base who did it?”

Luo An was silent for a few seconds and slowly shook his head:

 “It’s possible, but not very likely.”

If people at the naval base were to do it, they would have plenty of ways to make the action more secretive. There is no need to make it so big.

“But there is definitely a connection between this case and the naval base.”

Luo An straightened up, patted Cheniel on the shoulder, took out his mobile phone and called the Trace Inspection Department and asked them to handle the scene.

While waiting for the trace examination department to arrive, Luo An's cell phone suddenly rang. He pressed the answer button, and Lacey's voice suddenly came from the other end of the phone:

 “Luo An, something happened.”

　　——

 Northwest of Los Angeles, a warehouse next to a seaport.

Hang up the phone, Luo An and Cheniel drove here not long after. As soon as they got out of the SUV, they saw an ambulance driving out quickly from the two of them.

Luo An glanced at the blood on the ground in front of the warehouse, stretched out his hand and shook hands with the short-haired middle-aged white man who came to him, and introduced himself:

 Hello, Roan Greenwood, head of the FBI's Special Investigations Unit.

 “Hello, just call me Elliot.”

 The white man with an inch hair looked very ugly, but he still suppressed his anger and stretched out his hand to shake Luo An's hand.

Luo An didn’t waste any time and asked directly:

"How is this going?"

“Forty minutes ago, a car parked at the door. Someone entered the password and broke in through the door.”

Elliott said that this is a temporary warehouse for storing ammunition, and the defense is not as strict as other military warehouses.

Elliot pointed to the pools of blood on the ground and said:

“Several intruders shot and killed the four sentries guarding the warehouse, and then used the password to directly enter the warehouse. The process was very fast. After finding the target, they took it and left. The whole process took less than ten minutes.”

Roan and Cheniel looked at each other and guessed where the intruder's password came from.

Glancing at a warehouse not far away where a bunch of people were coming in and out, Luo An frowned slightly and asked:

 “What is missing from the warehouse?”

 “I don’t know, I’m still screening.”

Elliot shook his head. The weapons in this warehouse were all destined for a military base outside the Federation. They were temporarily piled here due to some problems. The weapons and equipment were very messy, and it would take some time to find out.

Roan and Cheniel were speechless about this, but the federal army has been in a state of chaotic management for more than a day or two. The army itself is still very closed, and others have never been able to intervene.

　　During the war in the previous life of the federal army, nine sheep cost 6 million US dollars, a USB adapter cost 2,800 US dollars, and a coffee cup cost 700 US dollars. Luo An was very emotional about this.

 Sure enough, making money still depends on capitalist countries. He is still too young and cannot grasp many things.

Time passed by, and after more than four hours, the list of lost items was finally listed, and Winslow and Lacey also arrived.

  A lot of more common weapons and ammunition were not lost, only 10 rifles, hundreds of rounds of ammunition, some grenades, smoke grenades and shock grenades were missing.

Neither Roan nor Elliot paid much attention to these things, because they both focused on the other missing weapon:

  FGM-148

 “Shit!”

 “Sonof better than eating!”

　　Seeing this string of English letters, Elliot's face suddenly became so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his eyes. Winslow and Chenelle took a breath of cold air, and Luo An's eyebrows twitched, and his face looked very ugly.

Lacey next to her didn’t see the string of letters clearly. Seeing how ugly the faces of several people were, she asked in a low voice:

 “What was lost?”

Luo An rubbed his temples and said in a deep voice

"Three anti-tank missiles were lost." FGM-148, also known as "Javelin", is a man-portable anti-tank missile developed by the federal government.

 It is the world’s first portable anti-tank missile using focal plane array technology. It has a long range and precise strike, and can effectively strike against enemy armored targets.

 The operation is brainless and very simple, just like a prop in a video game. After debugging, it only requires two steps: aim and fire.

 “Happy gift crab!”

Hearing Roan's words, Lacey also took a breath. She looked at Elliot hurriedly and asked:

 “Don’t you have surveillance here?”

 “There is surveillance, but it has been turned off by intruders.”

Elliot's face was extremely ugly. He knew about Pitdo Olson. Although the other party was dead now, the idea of ​​killing him still came to his mind.

As the person in charge of this temporary warehouse, the loss of three anti-tank missiles is enough for Elliott to drink a pot. If the intruder succeeds in killing a bunch of people with these three anti-tank missiles, then he...

Thinking of this, Elliot grabbed Luo An's hand. The expression on his face was extremely sincere and his tone was extremely sincere. He hoped that Luo An would catch this group of people.

 “O…K.”

Luo An twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled his hand out of the other party's hand, and then asked:

“Military warehouses generally have surveillance backups. I need you to bring up the surveillance before this group of people broke into the warehouse and shut down the surveillance. Maybe there will be some clues in it.”

 “OK, no problem.”

Elliot nodded and immediately led Luo An and the other four to the control room.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Luo An and others returned to the special investigation team with surveillance cameras. While Mona was sorting out the surveillance cameras, Luo An stood in front of the whiteboard with a folder and summarized the information obtained so far on the case.

“Last night at 11 o’clock, Peter Olsen had a fight with Nat Norris at the door of the bar, and then a van drove over and a group of people got out and took him away quickly.”

Roan posted the photo of Pitdo Olsen in the center of the whiteboard and said while summarizing the information:

"The gang drove Pitto Olson into the suspended lumber factory, tortured him severely, and asked Pitto Olson for the password to the warehouse, and possibly the layout and feedback of the warehouse. The exact location of the tank missiles.”

 Lacey walked up to Luo An, posted the photo of FGM-148 on the whiteboard, and added:

“Then this group of people broke into the warehouse this afternoon, killed the sentry, turned off the surveillance, grabbed a pile of weapons and ammunition and three anti-tank missiles, and finally drove away and disappeared.”

 “That’s right.”

Roan wrote the last line on the whiteboard, threw the whiteboard pen aside, looked back at Winslow, Chenelle, Michelle and Lacey and said:

“This group of people were very courageous to dare to rob a military warehouse, and the actions of the other party throughout the case are enough to show that they are well-trained and skilled, and they are most likely to have a military background.

 Our next goal is to seize the time to find this group of people, or find out the reason why this group of people robbed the anti-tank missiles, and try not to let these three anti-tank missiles explode. "

Winslow and Chenier nodded repeatedly. They knew how powerful anti-tank missiles were. It was no exaggeration to say that three anti-tank missiles were enough to flatten a street.

 Luo An looked at Michelle and asked:

 “How is it going at the Trace Inspection Department?”

Michelle quickly walked to the landline phone and said:

“I don’t know, I’ll call and ask.”

 “OK.”

Luo An signaled that Michelle was in an urgent situation and could do some trace testing. Then he looked at Mona and asked:

 “Are there any clues from monitoring here?”

Mona nodded heavily, leaned back to make way for her position, pointed at the computer and said:

"have."

 (End of this chapter)