Chapter 97 What? What's the beginning?

At the same time, Jack is also reflecting in his heart. The skills and attributes provided by the system have indeed made him gradually surpass ordinary people, whether it is the favor of the women around him, the admiration of his colleagues in the police station, or even the IRS and FBI are willing to actively recruit him. He, these are all affirmations of his own strength.

So I don’t know since when, my low-key and cautious self, who was full of awe of the world, started to feel a little drifting. If in the IRS case, I was deceived by the female nurse and almost killed the IRS undercover, it was because The other party's acting skills are superb.

It seemed a bit too arrogant and stupid to actively provoke Rosalind and think that he was not afraid of the other party's retaliation.

This is not an RPG-style game world, and I am not completely proficient in any clearance strategies. Whether the friends around him or the criminals he comes into contact with, they are all living people. They have their own thoughts and souls, rather than following the design. The scheduled program is running.

Even if he is really not afraid of the other party's revenge, he should still consider the friends around him. Although Taylor and he do not have a deep relationship, if she really died at the hands of Rosalind's admirers, it would be difficult for Jack to convince himself that this tragedy It has nothing to do with myself.

Fortunately, Lady Luck was on his side this time, and the only locator that had not been withdrawn was on Taylor. If it was the same as the original plot, and Lucy was still kidnapped, Jack really couldn't imagine what the consequences would be.

At this time David Rossi's voice sounded on the intercom.

"Jack, I've just confirmed that the farm you're traveling to is owned by a trust in Rosalind's name, and Caleb White refers to it as a sacred site in his diary, where Rosalind killed her first victim. "

"The identity of the kidnapper has also been found. Beth Weston is Rosalind's defense lawyer."

"According to the staff of the TV station, it was Beth Weston who took the initiative to make an appointment with Taylor last night and drove to pick her up after the station got off work."

"Is that the upright female lawyer Delmonte talks about?"

Angela's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Rosalind was like a plague, spreading her perverted thoughts to everyone she came into contact with."

"Uh" Rossi choked for a moment and corrected.

"I prefer to call it the attraction between perverts. Delmont just admitted that Beth Weston had a strong request to be Rosalind's defense attorney. She, like Caleb White, was motivated by The active purpose is to get close to the idol in my heart."

"Either way, let's hope Delmont is prepared to face the wrath of Taylor's father, Judge Kelly."

Jack turned the steering wheel, and the police car drifted onto a side road with the squeal of tires scraping against the ground.

"We have three minutes to arrive. How long will the supporting police officers be needed? The GPS signal has been lost for more than 40 minutes. We need as many manpower as possible to start the search."

At this time, the voice on the intercom changed to Superintendent Gray.

"John and the others are not far behind you, and other support will arrive within 10 minutes. In addition, I called two helicopters, which are expected to appear above you in 5 minutes to assist in the search."

Amidst a long sound of braking, Jack stopped the police car and jumped out of the car. The farm was not big, with only one square building. This was the place where the tracker signal on Taylor finally disappeared.

"Jack," Rosie called again.

"The tracker's own low-frequency signal should still be detectable, but the range may become very small."

"Understood."

Jack turned to look at Angela: "I will go through the front door, and you will surround me from the back door. Be careful not to accidentally hurt her."

Angela nodded and trotted around the back of the bungalow with the gun in hand.

Time was running out, and Jack ignored the risk of more Rosalind accomplices. Holding the tablet in his left hand and the gun in his right hand, he rushed in and kicked the door as soon as he saw it. He relied entirely on his senses to explore the movements in each room. However, when he and Angela When they met in the innermost storage room, no one was found.

There were only three empty oil drums in the storage room, and Taylor's Donkey bag was still on the floor.

The two of them looked at each other in confusion. Jack looked at the tablet in his hand again. There was no signal on it.

At this time, John also arrived with a group of police officers and surrounded the bungalow.

"Is it possible that there is a basement or cellar?" Angela asked.

John shook his head, "I checked outside. There are no vents. It doesn't look like there is a basement. There are no cellar entrances around."

Jack stood at the door, looking at the ruts leading to the farm in the distance, thoughtfully.

The intercom rang again, this time it was Tim.

"Bess Weston resisted arrest and was shot to death. I found a video on her mobile phone. I should have planned to show it to you. I'm sending it here now."

Jack took out his mobile phone and received the video transferred from Tim. In it, Taylor was forced by gun to get into an oil drum buried in the ground. Then the oil drum was covered with a lid, and shovelfuls of soil were covered with the oil drum. .

"She was buried in the ground, got in the car and drove along the tracks."

Jack waved to everyone to follow him, started the police car again, and followed the ruts. Within a few minutes of driving, Angela, who was holding a tablet in the passenger seat, exclaimed: "There's a signal, it's at 3 o'clock."

This was a small hillside. Jack jumped out of the car, and his perception far beyond that of ordinary people had already allowed him to discover that a piece of soil not far away had traces of being newly turned.

"Right there!"

Everyone gathered around, those who had shovels used shovels, and those who didn't had shovels simply dug with their hands, and soon a round iron cover was exposed.

Jack grabbed the folding shovel from John's hand, pried open the lid in one move, reached out directly, and pulled up the unconscious Taylor inside.

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"That was my first kiss." On the hospital bed, Taylor showed no signs of panic for the rest of his life, but instead showed an expression of extortion.

"That's called artificial respiration. If I hadn't done it at that time, you would have died!"

Jack rubbed his temples with a headache. After rescuing Taylor, he released the healing technique. However, just to show off, he still performed two rounds of CPR. He did not expect this woman to say such a thing.

Why, a European and American girl who is almost 30 is doing such a thing. The style of painting is too weird. This is not some ancient martial arts harem story.

"Our family are all devout Tianzhu believers. My father will beat me to death if he finds out."

Taylor looked like he was about to cry.

"Your first kiss was stolen from Hannah at the high school prom because you tricked her into taking away her prom crown."

Jack mercilessly revealed that the little story between the two girls had long been used as a talking point by Hannah and was completely discarded during the daily love video.

"OK, I won't joke with you anymore, but I want to thank you again. Although I was very scared at the time, I knew you would definitely come to save me."

As he spoke, Taylor took out the small black disc and said, "Can I keep this as a souvenir?"