The daily life of American drama detective

Chapter 259 Chuck, I, a Texan, am used to light and justice!

In front of a single building.

The police car stopped.

"Are you sure it's here?"

The police detective looked at the beautiful hostess on the lawn who was bending over to trim the flowers, the infinitely beautiful and harmonious picture on the dangerous peak, and really couldn't connect this with the kidnapper.

"He has no guts, let alone the ability to lie to me."

Chuck opened the door and got out of the car.

The police detective withdrew his staring eyes at Mei Mei, and got out of the car, passed Chuck, and went up to him.

"This lady..."

"Mary Potter."

The beautiful hostess looked over and said with a smile, "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Then his eyes passed over the police detective and landed on Chuck, his eyes lit up: "I know you, you are the detective Chuck who just announced the reward, have you found that poor girl?"

"not yet."

Chuck looked at her: "Do you have any clues?"

"I?"

Mrs. Potter was stunned, and smiled wryly: "If I had any clues, I would have called the police as soon as possible. There is no need for you to offer rewards for clues."

"I trust you, Mrs. Potter."

The detective immediately gave full credit.

"Can I go in and talk?"

Chuck looked at her.

"of course."

Mrs. Potter put down the scissors and invited the two into the house: "Sit down wherever you want, what do you want to drink?"

"Tea is fine."

The police detective was flattered and said loudly to Mrs. Potter who entered the kitchen, then looked at the furnishings in the house, and whispered to Chuck: "It can't be her."

"Look first."

While looking around the room, Chuck took out his phone, edited a text message and sent it without looking at it.

"What are you doing?"

The police detective couldn't understand this scene.

"Text a friend at the IRS and ask her to look up the family's tax status."

Chuck explained casually.

"..."

The corner of the detective's mouth twitched: "Is this appropriate? And why?"

He didn't bother to ask Chuck how he managed to text blindly, and how he had friends from the IRS.

"Why do you keep asking if this is a mistake?"

Chuck asked back: "What makes you have a good impression of the Potter family that you have never seen?"

The detective was taken aback.

"Special last names don't count."

Chuck added.

The police detective shyly withdrew his eyes and couldn't help but cast his eyes on the past again. After thinking for a while, he whispered: "Are you implying that her family looks richer, so I subconsciously think she is a good person?"

"I didn't hint."

Chuck said bluntly, "Isn't that the truth?"

The detective fell silent.

His salary may not be paid by 'this kind of good people', but a lot of his extra income is donated by 'such kind of people', so it's okay to get close to them naturally!
"Your tea."

At this time, Mrs. Potter, who was busy in the kitchen, came over with tea, coffee and water, handed the tea to the police detective, and handed the water to Chuck, and began to stir her own coffee gracefully.

"Thank you."

The police detective quickly took it, thanked him with a smile on his face, took a sip, and praised it.

"Where's Mr. Potter?"

Chuck didn't drink, but looked at Mrs. Potter.

"Of course I went to work."

Mrs. Potter laughed.

"What does he do?"

Chuck heard the vibrating sound of the mobile phone, and asked while taking out the mobile phone to check.

"Internet."

Mrs. Potter asked puzzledly, "Why are you asking this? What happened?"

"I was told that the most likely person involved in Jamie's disappearance is your husband."

As Chuck said, he checked the tax records of the Porter family sent by Susan. After quickly scanning the pages at a glance, he looked up at Mrs. Potter: "What do you think about this?"

"impossible!"

Mrs. Porter was stunned: "My husband is a law-abiding citizen, how could he do such unconscionable things?"

"Do you really know your husband?"

Chuck stared into her eyes: "Or, as the person next to your pillow, you haven't noticed any abnormalities?"

Mrs. Potter hesitated for a moment, but still shook her head: "No! I believe in my husband!"

"I'm so sorry."

Chuck showed her the tax returns of the Potter family: "I will tell you a shocking reality, your husband is not the Internet elite you imagined, he has another side, at least your tax returns say so .”

Mrs. Porter was silent while listening to Chuck explaining that the items on the tax bill were completely different from the income and expenses she knew.

"Now, take us to the basement!"

Chuck put away his phone, got up and looked at her, commandingly.

Mrs. Potter subconsciously got up and took a few steps.

The detective's cell phone rang suddenly. After he connected, he said a few words, and then looked at Chuck excitedly.

"I found it! Jamie was found! She was taken away by a family, and the neighbors called the police. Our people have rushed there and found Jamie!"

At this time, Chuck's cell phone rang, and when it was connected, it was Chandler's voice: "Chuck, the police informed us that Jamie was found, and I am accompanying Tim and Shelly to make sure, you where are you now?"

"You go to confirm first, and let me know the result in time."

After saying a word, Chuck hung up the phone, then calmly looked at Mrs. Potter standing there: "Continue!"

"Didn't you hear?"

The detective said in surprise, "Jamie found it!"

"so?"

Chuck asked back: "I remember your police records. Before Jamie, there were a total of 148 missing children in your local area over the years."

"You mean..."

The police detective looked at Mrs. Potter in disbelief.

"Sorry, I forgot, I don't have the key."

Mrs. Potter's attitude has changed after this incident, her eyes flickered and she said, "If you want to see it, you can only wait for Jason to come back."

"The basement is not allowed to be locked."

Chuck said with a blank expression: "Thank you, Mrs. Potter, for providing us with useful clues! If there are any suspicious clues about your husband, you can tell us, and now take us to the basement!"

Mrs. Potter looked flustered: "Well, doesn't this need a search warrant?"

"Need us to produce a search warrant?"

Chuck stared at her. "So you're an insider too? Know what?"

"No, I do not know!"

Mrs. Potter quickly denied: "I don't know anything!"

"Do we still need to show a search warrant?"

Chuck didn't give Mrs. Potter a break to think.

"I will take you there."

Mrs. Potter was about to cry, and she led the way slowly.

Chuck gestured to the detective who had been silent for a long time. The detective nodded and reached for the pistol.

In this case, if he didn't know there was a problem with Potter's family, or stopped Chuck from pursuing him, he might be asked by Chuck, "So what do you know?"

"I mean don't draw your gun!"

Chuck held his hand down.

"..."

The detective was speechless.

What does that look of yours mean?
No!

What do you mean?

In such a country where gun battles are free every day, it is obvious that there may be danger in the basement, but you wink so that you won't let me draw the gun?

"There may be abducted children in it, don't empty the magazine subconsciously."

Chuck said frankly: "Wait, you stand behind me, there will be no danger."

"Those are just rumors..."

The police detective immediately understood that Chuck was referring to the traditional virtues of their American police, and explained in a sarcastic manner; "Not everyone is like that."

"You should know that I am a consultant to many police stations?"

Chuck exposed the truth shamelessly: "I have seen more policemen than you, and I am very responsible to tell you that the incident of meeting to empty the magazine is not a characteristic of one place, but a characteristic of police departments across the United States."

"Is there any danger in there?"

Mrs. Potter heard the following conversation, and her legs were a little weak.

"It's up to you to tell us."

Chuck got out of the way, let the police detective step forward to support Mrs. Potter, and walked in front by himself.

"If your husband is not at home and there are no other gangs here, then there is no danger. Otherwise, I am very responsible to tell you that we are safe."

"..."

Mrs. Potter froze.

Although Chuck said they were safe, she felt uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Potter, don't worry, I will protect you."

The police detective supported Mrs. Porter's body, and expressed heroically and mightily that he was going to do work beyond the scope of his duties.

Not for anything else!

Just for Mrs. Potter... oh no, just for the righteousness in my heart!
"key!"

At this time, he had reached the entrance to the basement and saw that the door was locked. Chuck looked directly at Mrs. Potter.

American perverts like to imprison people in the basement, because almost every family has a basement.

So this perfect environment for imprisoning people is as common as the gun of freedom.

Lock the door on the top, and the people inside will not respond every day, and the ground will not work, and there will be no way to escape.

Because there have been too many vicious basement confinement incidents, special laws have been promulgated, and the basement is not allowed to be locked.

There is obviously a problem with this kind of intentional locking.

"I don't know where the key is..."

Mrs. Porter shook her head, seeing Chuck staring at her, she explained: "Jason never let me in, and I get angry when I ask, I'm just a housewife, and the family depends on Jason, so I don't dare to ask more questions." gone."

"I believe you."

Chuck nodded: "But you are also the master of the house, now we need your permission to use violent means to open the door lock, do you agree?"

"Can I disagree?"

Mrs. Potter smiled wryly.

"Do you agree?"

Chuck didn't accept this vague answer at all, and asked another question clearly.

Now I am handling the case with the police detectives, and everything after that has to go to court. In the United States, which pays attention to procedural justice, any flaws in the handling of the case may be used by the opposing lawyer, so that the truth can be clearly revealed, and the opposing party will still escape responsibility.

Chuck wasn't going to make that mistake.

"I agree."

Mrs. Potter could only answer seriously.

"I'm going to find a crowbar!"

The detective felt that it was time to show himself.

"Need not!"

Chuck said, and under the stunned gaze of the police detective, he took out a large and excessive gun from his waist, and shot it at the door lock.

puff!
The sound was not loud, the door lock was hit precisely and disconnected.

"You carry such a big gun all the time? You still wear a silencer on the muzzle?"

The police detective couldn't help complaining anymore: "In addition to your marksmanship to open the lock with a gun, those who don't know will think you are a killer! And don't you feel panicked?"

"I'm a Texan."

Chuck spoke concisely, tore off the broken lock, opened the basement, reminded the detective with his eyes that he couldn't help touching the pistol in his waist before he had time to complain, and then put away the big gun. Go in first.

"I got used to it when I was 12."

"..."

The police detective looked extremely weird, feeling like he was being shown.

Mrs. Potter forgot to worry for a moment, and couldn't help looking over, but all she saw was Chuck's back.

"No danger, come in!"

Chuck's voice came out quickly.

The detective helped Mrs. Potter into it.

Mrs. Potter paled.

The police detective said with surprise on his face: "Sure enough, there are abducted children!"

But in the basement, there was a small container-like room, which was still locked, and there was a computer desk in the middle, which had been opened by Chuck, and the surveillance video inside the container room was displayed on the screen.

But I saw a four or five-year-old boy living inside, playing with a toy, and begging to the camera: "Let me out, I promise I will be good, please, please~"

"This is still a chat group!"

After the police detective went to check the computer, he was shocked: "This is still a live broadcast! 24 hours/7 days live broadcast!"

"Obviously, Mr. Porter is indeed an Internet talent."

Chuck said something expressionless, raised his decorative glasses, and after the watch on his wrist vibrated undetectably, he pulled out his big gun, and again accurately destroyed the lock on the container, and opened the container .

"Detective!"

Chuck signaled the detectives to come forward and pick up the child trapped inside.

"it is good!"

The police detective gave Chuck a grateful look, adjusted his clothes, and then put on the most handsome pose in his life, opened the door, and said gently to the child inside who was scared by the sudden change and shrank to the corner .

"Don't be afraid, I'm Detective David Parry Frost, boy, you're saved!"

After speaking, he looked at the wall inside the container. There was an ugly face hanging there, with a camera stuck in his mouth, which looked more and more eerie and terrifying.

The child who was imprisoned just now was kneeling under the camera, looking up at the camera protruding from the mouth of the ugly face, praying.

"No matter who you are, it's over! You will receive justice!"

The detective issued the most just ultimatum.

It's a pity that no one listened to him except for the camera recording all this.

After the door was broken open and he revealed his identity, the live chat group immediately sounded one after another offline notification, and after a while, there was no one there.

"I really don't know, I swear..."

Mrs. Potter said with a pale face and tears.

It's a pity that Chuck was indifferent, and the detective who would have been keen to comfort her personally didn't bother to talk to her at this time.

I saw that he put all his heart and soul on the cowering imprisoned boy, trying hard to hammer to death his identity as a life-saving angel.

Chuck notified the local police and asked them to send some people over, and all subsequent apparent matters were handed over to the police detectives.

And after explaining his secret mission of justice, he rushed to join Chandler and the others.

(End of this chapter)