Chapter 548 Agricultural Products Market

"Wait a moment." Hannah quickly walked into the command center with a tablet in her hand, and then, three photos of girls were projected on the big screen.

"We have identified three girls who obtained the poison. Two of them showed up at school today and detectives are on their way to pick them up. The question now is the third one."

After saying that, she zoomed in on the photo of the third girl, whose dark skin and thick lips spoke of her ethnicity.

"Hajima Bass, Queens, her mother said she saw her this morning and thought she had gone to school, but I just checked with the school and she did not show up today."

"OK." Jubal pointed at her and then at Jack, "You two go to her house and see if you can find anything."

After saying that, he took the tablet from Hannah and placed it in front of the NYPD liaison officer, "We need a notice of assistance for investigation. Hajima Bass, Nigerian, 18 years old, five feet, two inches (157 cm) tall, weighing 114 pound."

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Jack's Dodge Hellcat was out again, but before he could leave Manhattan, a call came from Dana Moage.

"Hajima Bas's metro card shows that she took the subway in the afternoon, and the camera at the exit of City Hall Station just captured her, wearing a dark green headscarf, a denim jacket, and a black sports backpack."

"Is there any place nearby suitable for poisoning?" Jack turned the steering wheel, turned on the hidden police lights, sounded the siren, turned around and drove towards the City Hall Park.

"There is a produce market in the park three days a week, and it happens to be held today." Dana Moger answered.

Jack looked at the electronic map. City Hall Park is less than 500 meters away from Federal Plaza in Manhattan, where the FBI office is located. About the same distance to the east is Police Plaza, which is the NYPD headquarters.

It's so arrogant, it's just a slap in the face.

"Squeak!" A sharp brake sound sounded, and the Dodge Hellcat and an NYPD police car coming in the opposite direction almost collided. Before the car came to a stop, Hannah opened the car door.

The door of the police car opened almost at the same time. Danny Regan saw that it was Jack and the two of them. He didn't bother to say hello. Several people rushed towards the stalls filled with all kinds of fresh fruits and vegetables. Behind them, more police sirens blared. Police cars and ambulances are coming here.

"NYPD! Put down the food in your hands, you can't eat it, these are poisoned!"

"FBI! Put down the food! Put it down quickly."

The size of the market is not large, but there are more than 20 stalls, but it is crowded with customers who come to buy fresh fruits and vegetables. Many people look at the few anxious people with blank faces.

Some people subconsciously put down the vegetable salad in their hands, while others looked around blankly, not knowing exactly what happened. Some people even looked around to see if there were any cameras around, and whether it was some TV station's prank show. .

"Bang bang!" Danny Regan fired a warning shot directly into the sky, holding his police badge high with the other hand.

"NYPD! Put down the food in your hands!"

The customers may not necessarily hear what he is saying clearly, but they all subconsciously squat down with their heads in their hands, and some even lie down on the ground.

Seeing that the chaotic scene in front of him was clear, Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although Danny Regan's behavior was a bit reckless, the effect was very good. He had forgotten how well-trained the American people were in this regard. "Su".

"These foods are all poisoned, don't touch them! Don't eat anything! Medical help will be here soon! Everyone, stay where you are! Get checked!"

Hannah grabbed the loudspeaker from a running patrolman, found a platform, stood on it, and shouted loudly.

"Someone help him, he can't breathe!" Someone screamed loudly in front of a strawberry stall not far away, and then two more people in front of the stall began to vomit and then collapsed on the ground.

"No one should leave, wait for medical assistance." As he spoke, more and more sirens sounded, and police cars and ambulances from all directions arrived one after another.

Jack looked up and looked around and found at least four or five surveillance probes. He picked up his cell phone and called Jubal, "Can you access the nearby surveillance cameras?"

"It's already being done. Hajima has stopped at at least 8 stalls. She is very careful not to attract attention." Jubal replied quickly,

"Her last direction was to the south. She disappeared into the crowd 5 minutes ago. Except for the analysts watching the surveillance, I have sent everyone else out of the office. They will assist you in the search on the street."

"South? There is a subway station to the south. Hey! You guys follow me." After hearing Jack say that the murderer went south, Danny Regan snapped his fingers at the two patrolmen and took the lead towards the subway station. run.

Three NYPD and two FBI were running on both sides of the street. Soon, the subway station was in sight, and Jack had already discovered his target. The young woman wearing a dark green headscarf was different from the fashionable New York citizens on the streets. It's still obvious.

"Hajima Bass!" Jack yelled.

The short girl walking in front subconsciously looked back and froze immediately. Two black holes of gun muzzle were pointed at her.

"FBI! Don't move! Put your hands up!"

Passers-by around the girl screamed and ran away when they saw this scene. Danny Regan and two patrol officers surrounded the area and directly helped clear the scene.

"Kneel down!" Jack stepped forward and held her down, took off her backpack and handed it to Hannah, and then checked her hands.

"There are no needle holes, and there are no wounds on the hands." He felt a little strange. There were mechanisms in the nebulizers he found before, but the girl in front of him was not silenced. Was the mechanism that ejected the needle malfunctioned or was there some other reason?

Hannah put on gloves to check her backpack and made an even stranger discovery. "The spray bottle was the same as what we found before, as well as shoes, underwear, and toiletries. It looked like she was ready for a long journey."

Jack recalled the information about Khalid Burram and suddenly realized, "Burram is also a Nigerian. It seems that we have caught the 'bride' he really chose for himself."

"You mean she's planning to go see Bram?" Hannah simply poured out everything in her backpack and rummaged through everything.

"Where do you agree to meet?" Jack lowered his head and asked.

"This is holy martyrdom!" Hajima Bass replied with a determined look on her face.

Crazy, Jack subconsciously raised his head and glanced around. Khalid Boram could run away at any time, and there was no time to wait, but in public, he couldn't use any special means directly.

Just when he was about to ask Danny Regan to help prepare his special interrogation room, Hannah made another discovery.

"Jack, it's the ferry." A ferry ticket appeared in her hand.