Chapter 406 Surveillance, clues, suspects

 Special Investigation Team, office area.

Mona's computer is playing the synchronized backup of the warehouse surveillance system, showing the scene before the group broke into the warehouse.

 I saw a black MPV driving quickly from a distance and parked in front of the warehouse gate. Upon seeing this, the two sentries immediately took out their weapons and asked each other's identity.

After the sentry finished speaking, the back seat door and window of the MPV opened, and two rifles with silencers stretched out from inside, killing two sentries at the same time.

 Seeing the sentry fall to the ground, five guys in jeans and jackets, wearing black gloves and black hoods whose faces could not be seen, walked out of the MPV together.

The leading guy walked straight to the warehouse door with a password lock, entered the password and easily opened the door. At the same time, the other two sentries also noticed the movement and came to check. The two hooded men behind the leading guy raised their guns and shot him dead. Two new sentries arrived.

 After the five people entered the warehouse area, the division of labor was clear. Three people went straight to the depths of the warehouse to find weapons, and two people went to the control room to handle monitoring.

　　When the surveillance video did not show the scene of the weapon being snatched away, the surveillance video went dark. It is not difficult to guess that the two guys entered the surveillance room at this time and turned off the surveillance system.

 “A group of guys who are well planned and organized.”

After watching the surveillance video, Luo An straightened up, patted Mona on the shoulder and asked:

“Can you find the owner of this MPV?”

 “It’s a pity that this group of people also stole this car.”

Mona said that she had just checked the license plate of the car. The license plate was authentic. The owner was a female owner of a flower shop. However, the other party had called the police before the case, saying that her car was lost and she still paid for it. I got into a fight with the LAPD patrol officer.

“Congratulations to the flower shop owner, we found the car for her...but we don’t know where it is now.”

Luo An said casually that there was nothing gained from the surveillance video. At least now they got the general situation of this group of people:

 Five people, well-proportioned, with heights between 175-180cm.

At this moment, Michelle next to him suddenly raised his hand, covered the landline phone and said to Luo An:

“The Trace Inspection Section said they have found some clues, but the report has not been written yet. If you are in a hurry, you can go find them downstairs.”

 “Good.”

Roan nodded upon hearing this and motioned for Mona to continue investigating the traces of the MPV. Chenille, Winslow and Michelle assisted, and then walked out of the special investigation team with Lacey and walked into the elevator going downstairs.

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 Trace Inspection Section.

Amed, the agent of the Trace Inspection Section, is a white young man with long hair. He took the autopsy record written by the forensic doctor and introduced to Luo An and Lacey:

“The cause of Pitdo-Ossen’s death was this wound in his neck, through which his throat was cut and the blood poured in.”

 “OK.”

Luo An was not surprised by this. He had guessed this when he saw the corpse in the lumber factory. His current goal was to find out the identity of the robbers, so he asked directly:

 “Are there any clues in that van?”

“In that van, we only found the fingerprints of the original owner and his family.”

Ahmed put the autopsy records aside, and while leading Luo An and Lacey to the office next to him, he said:

“But there is some fresh dust on the car floor mat, and the dust is mixed with a lot of fresh buttercup (gen four tone) chopped segments and barbecue seasoning sauce.

 We checked and found that the only place that could have both items was a barbecue restaurant in South Los Angeles, and the guy driving the car had definitely been to that restaurant a short time before he kidnapped Pete Doolson. "

Luo An’s expression did not change when he heard this, and Lacey then asked:

 “Are there any other clues?”

"And that toothpick." There were a lot of various instruments in the office. Ahmed picked up a transparent evidence bag, which contained the toothpick that Luo An found at the scene. Ahmed explained with a smile. :

“This toothpick must have been in someone’s mouth for a long time, and we found a bit of oral mucosa on it and got the other person’s DNA.

  There is no DNA sequence of this person in the FBI's internal database, so we cannot directly find him through DNA.

However, if you find the suspect, you can identify him through DNA testing. "

When Lacey heard this, a smile suddenly appeared on her face. Luo An also took the handwritten report outline from the other party with a smile and said with a smile:

 “Thank you, thank you for your hard work.”

"You're welcome."

Ahmed waved his hand, and then suddenly thought of something. He hurriedly picked up the autopsy record written by the medical examiner and added:

“By the way, the forensic doctor said that judging from the two wound marks on the leg of the deceased Pitdo Olsen, the torturer should have used a SOG-S37 military dagger.

Furthermore, there were many marks on Pitdo-Ossen's face that he had been beaten. Based on these marks, the forensic doctor determined that there was a problem with the finger bones of the attacker's right hand, and he was most likely injured, and was partially dented compared to normal people. "

Luo An nodded thoughtfully after hearing this. After thanking the other party again, he returned to the special investigation team with Lacey.

Getting the address of the barbecue restaurant given by the Trace Inspection Section, Mona quickly called up the surveillance video of the barbecue restaurant.

Then Mona turned back the time to the time before Pitdo Olson was kidnapped, that is, before 11:30 last night. Michelle, Lacey and Chenelle assisted, and soon discovered a Suspected white man.

Half an hour before the incident, this guy was having dinner with a white woman who looked to be in her forties. While they were having a happy chat, the white man suddenly received a call. He held the phone and exchanged a few words. The white man said to the table The person opposite apologized, got up and left the restaurant.

"This guy's name is Kelly Hunter. He is 37 years old. The woman opposite is his cousin."

Mona’s fingers were flying on the keyboard, and she quickly found out the identities of the two people:

“Kelly Hunter had served in the Union Army for a long time and fought on the battlefield outside the Union. Finally, he left the army due to conflicts with his superiors.

 Records show that Kelly-Hunter was an excellent shooter and served as a sniper or observer in many operations. "

Looking at the photos and information of Kelly Hunter with her head held high in Mona’s computer, Luo An then asked:

“How is his financial situation? Has anything unusual happened recently?”

“Not recently, but Kelly-Hunt’s financial situation has never been normal.”

 Michelle next to her pulled up Kelly Hunter’s bank records and said:

“This guy has a used car worth several thousand dollars, no real estate, and hasn’t filed a tax return in four years.

 In the past four years, he has had no record of employment and his bank deposits have remained at around US$2,000.

 But he has always lived a good life. Although he is low-key, his daily behavior is not like that of a person with only 2,000 US dollars in savings. "

“Either Kelly-Hunter has a bank account that we don’t know about yet, or he gets cash every once in a while through “work.”

Luo An chuckled and expressed his guess, then patted Michelle on the shoulder and asked:

 “Where is this guy now?”

 Michelle did not answer, but Mona next to her said:

“Surveillance surveillance shows that Kelly Hunter returned to his cousin’s house ten minutes ago and has not come out since then.”

Roan looked at Mona, then at Michelle, a hint of speechlessness flashed in his eyes, then turned around and walked quickly to the equipment room, saying:

 “Chanelle, Winslow, Lacey, let’s go and talk to Mr. Sniper about his tax evasion problem.”

 (End of this chapter)