American TV series Detective's Daily Life

"Whose house is closest to the scene of the crime?"

Chuck continued to ask while flipping through the files quickly.

"The nearest house is 3.5 miles (about 5.8 kilometers) away. She couldn't have run that far with bare feet in that environment."

The female police chief shook her head.

"Don't underestimate a person's will to survive. This is still a possibility within the limits of human beings."

Chuck corrected.

"You may not know the environment here when you first arrived..."

The female police chief simply didn't believe that someone could run so far in such ice and snow with bare feet.

"Is there a local map?"

Chuck interrupted.

He didn't bother to explain that he could do it. It wasn't even an extreme operation under the will to survive, but a basic exercise.

"……have."

The female police chief paused, glanced at Jane who was apologetically smiling, nodded, took the local map and placed it in front of Chuck, pointing to a red dot on it: "This is where the crime occurred."

"here!"

Chuck took a look and pointed to the northeast corner.

"This is a worker's house for a drilling machine. It's winter now, the workers are gone, and it's too far away from the crime scene."

The female police chief explained.

"5.3 miles."

Chuck gave the exact number.

"right."

The female police chief nodded: "3.5 miles may be possible, but 5.3 miles is beyond human limits, right?"

"No."

Chuck shook his head.

"how do you know?"

The female police chief couldn't bear it any longer.

“Because I’m still human and I can do it.”

Chuck didn't even look up and spoke the truth in an understatement.

"..."

The female police chief was speechless.

"Even if it were possible, the workers are all gone."

Jane quickly interjected.

"There are security guards."

Chuck continued to look through the files: "With all the workers gone, the possibility of crime has greatly increased."

"That makes sense."

Jane looked at the female police chief: "Do you know the security guards there?"

"I've met him a few times, but I'm not very familiar with him."

The female police chief shook her head: "That's land leased by the Ministry of Energy as private land. Our tribal police station has no jurisdiction, so we basically don't go there."

Jane immediately looked at Chuck.

Keywords such as state agencies, extraterritorial jurisdiction, and violent organizations immediately reminded her of the target characteristics of criminals' psychological profiling that Chuck mentioned.

They are so close and they fit together so well.

Um.

Although she didn't know much about Chuck's statement that 5.3 miles was still within the human limit, she was instinctively willing to trust Chuck's judgment.

Chuck didn't look up and continued to flip through the files quickly.

The office became quiet again.

Half an hour later.

Chuck flipped through the thick pile of files, then frowned: "Olson Oil?"

"right."

The female police chief nodded: "The Department of Energy leased the land and handed it over to Edward Olson's Olson Oil Company."

"It's been twenty years."

Chuck asked, "This is where his son, Matt Olson, was born. Is Matt Olson here now?"

"right……"

The female police chief's expression changed: "Are you suspicious of Matt Olson?"

"Don't you doubt it?"

Chuck stood up: "Call the police, fully armed, put on the body camera, let's go to the drilling machine to investigate."

The female police chief looked uncertain.

Of course she knew who this rich kid was, and he happened to be in town right now, nominally for a vacation, but in fact, there were rumors in the town that he came here to avoid a lawsuit.

As a police chief, she knows the ins and outs of things better.

Not long ago, Matt Olson and his friends went out on a yacht to play. They met a group of people who were also going out to sea. They were all young and energetic Americans. Without saying anything, they all started playing the game of Jumanji tacitly. , accelerated and hit the opponent. Whoever dodges first and gives in loses!

Just when they were about to collide, the other party couldn't hold on and got out of the way. However, Matt Olson, who had already won, was not satisfied and still crashed into it, causing the ship to be destroyed and five people to die. .

The result is, as always, the rich father wipes the butt, hires a professional lawyer from a big law firm, easily escapes the crime, temporarily leaves the limelight, and vacations in such a sparsely populated place.

She wouldn't be surprised by anything a kid from a rich family like this could do.

But if she rashly implicates the other party without evidence, the power of the Olson family is not something that a little police chief like her can contend with.

"Going right now?"

Jane had no such worries and just looked at the sky outside the house: "It's not dawn yet."

"The drive took more than an hour, plus the time to summon the police and arm them. When it was dawn, I caught the other party off guard and saw more real evidence."

Chuck looked at the female police chief insistently: "Agent Banner is the FBI and has jurisdiction. You are responsible for assisting."

"I'm going to summon the police right away."

The female police chief struggled for a while and made a choice.

"Is assistance required to be fully armed?"

After Jane waited for the female police chief to go out, she walked up to Chuck and asked quietly: "Are you worried about a firefight?"

"There is a high probability."

Chuck nodded: "You are desperate. Even if I kill you all in a place like this, as long as you find an excuse or find a connection, you can just get over it. Your death will be in vain."

"You follow me later and I will protect you."

Jane looked solemn and touched the gun on her waist.

"good."

Chuck nodded: "Most people don't choose headshots when shooting because it's too difficult. It will be very safe if I follow you."

"..."

Jane was stunned for a moment, then looked at each other's stature, and the corners of her mouth twitched.

She was 168cm tall, only reaching Chuck's shoulders. According to Chuck's theory that it was difficult to hit the head without shooting, she stood in front of him, and her head directly blocked the important parts of his chest, making people subconsciously not move there. The gun is basically avoided in important positions, so it is indeed very safe.

After more than half an hour of delay, several police officers from the tribal police station arrived one after another. After learning about the situation, although they complained, they were deeply impressed by Chakti's full armor.

They know the risks best.

"Are you worried?"

Jane still followed Chuck into his car and watched him drive behind the tribal police team. After driving for a certain distance, she couldn't help but said: "Is it because it's too dangerous? I'm sorry, I didn't expect it. You will be involved in such a dangerous situation, and now that we have clues, you can just stay at the police station and wait for us to come back."

When she thought about it, no matter how heroic and heroic Chuck looked, he was just a Ph.D. in accounting, a scholar with no fighting ability. He might have a theory, but when faced with the cruel reality, even she felt uneasy, let alone Chuck. .

"Just put on the law enforcement recorder."

Chuck glanced at her.

He is indeed worried, but it is not because of fear, but because of his troubled brother Frank.

After joining the army and being discharged early due to violation of military discipline, he and a group of people set up a security team to take on dangerous jobs that were high-paying but on the edge of the law.

As far as he knew, Frank's latest order was from Edward Olson.