British 1986

Chapter 538 St. Clements Surgical Clinic

Rex took the photo, looked at it, put it down, turned around and walked to the desk, picked up his reading glasses and put them on, then came back and continued to pick up the photo and look at it.

"Here are some pictures of the suspects we found, this one and this one, they are cousins, but look at it."

Sheriff Vaughn pointed to a few photos to Rex, and first introduced the relationship between some of them. Most of them were cousins, distant relatives, etc., but what was more damning was that these so-called Cousins, some have black hair and some have yellow hair.

Maybe for some places, such as the United States, where races are chaotic, this kind of thing doesn't seem to matter, but here is Wales, the race is very homogeneous, either Celts or Angsans, and there are people with black hair. But there are not many. Even if they are relatives, it is impossible to mix yellow and black.

"And my investigation here shows that their physical coughs are different from ordinary people. They are probably Jews. With so many Jews gathered together, the one who died some time ago was also a Jew."

Vaughn gestured to Rex with a somewhat obscene expression.

"Ohhh!!!"

Rex suddenly realized it and took out the last photo of an old man and looked at it.

"This man's name is Clements, and he is his uncle. We visited a few locals and asked. It is said that this Clements went to study abroad in his early years, and later came back to open a clinic. His adoptive father has passed away long ago. ”

"Clements? That name sounds like a local name."

Across Wales, many people's names like to end with Stitch. This is the standard Welsh name. However, after Vaughn's introduction, these people are the nephews of Clements, which is a bit problematic.

"Yes, I also pulled out the previous files and looked through them carefully. Their family ancestors did not have any Jewish ancestry, and he did not have a wife, but now he has several Jewish relatives."

"Huh?" Rex took a closer look at Clements's photo and murmured, "Do you suspect that he is also a Jew?"

"It's possible, but we can't be sure."

When those young guys go out to play with young ladies, they can see everything clearly when they take off their pants, but this Clements is different. He is too old to go out to play. What should I do? You can't go to the hospital in the middle of the night and take a look, right?

"Where are the other clues?"

"Surgical clinics like his often need some imported rejection drugs or accessories, so he often goes to Swansea and Cardiff to purchase goods. Every time he goes there, he sails."

"sail?!"

"Yes, they have a cargo boat."

After listening to Vaughn's words, Rex stood up and walked to the map on the wall.

He looked at the position on the map and asked: "From your place to Cardiff, it takes about more than a day for a small boat like this to sail?"

"Almost, about ten knots."

Hearing this data, Rex was obviously very excited. Looking at it this way, the suspicion was indeed very high!

"Did they have any records of going to sea during the days when the crime occurred?"

Vaughn walked up behind Rex and said awkwardly: "Is that so? They just went to Cardiff ten days ago and haven't been out recently."

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The smile on Rex's face suddenly froze. He thought he had found a breakthrough, but something went wrong with his last kick.

"You haven't been out in the past few days? Just been to Cardiff ten days ago?"

Rex stared at the map. If they had left a few people somewhere along the way when they went out ten days ago, and just waited quietly, would this be possible?

Anyway, now he finally found some reliable clues. To be on the safe side, Rex decided to report on his work. He couldn't make up his mind about this kind of thing. It was hard for him to decide whether to catch or keep watching. Vaughn knew about it after all. There is relatively little inside information. This group of people is not an ordinary murderer. They might be a group of professional spies or agents. Their combat capabilities are unknown. If they really have to fight against each other, if they cause a large number of casualties, if they haven't been caught yet, then they will be shocked. Kes is dead!

"In this case, Mr. Vaughn will go and stay in the town first. Let's have dinner together in the evening. I'll go out to do some errands first. If there's anything else, wait till I get back."

Rex grabbed his hat and prepared to go out.

"Hey! Wait!"

Vaughn saw Rex preparing to leave, and his heart beat faster. He was not stupid. Rex was so anxious to go out to do something. At his level, where else could he go?

Isn't this the opportunity he has longed for?

"I drove here. I'll take you wherever you want to go!"

Vaughn ventured.

"you"

Rex subconsciously wanted to agree, but before he could say anything, his mind reacted and he stared at the smiling Vaughn.

This guy

"Vaughn, it's my business. You don't need to help. You must be tired all the way here. Find a place to stay first and rest for a while. We can talk about it in the evening if we have anything to do."

"This" Vaughn looked at Rex with a somewhat unnatural look on his face, his eyes full of vigilance, and could only laugh dryly and said: "Okay, if you need me to provide any details, please contact me at any time."

"I will!"

"Cousin, can you ask them to catch a little tiger for you and give it to me?"

"not good!"

"Cousin, can you give this one of yours to me as a Christmas gift?"

"not good!"

"cousin."

"If you keep talking too much, I'll send you to Siberia and let you find tigers on your own, okay?"

"not good."

Harry held his mouth and looked at the rhubarb playing happily on the grass with some envy.

There is also a stupid bird flying over from time to time, slapping the rhubarb, and then flying away with a weird squawk, which looks very mean.

Allen was wearing a woolen coat, teasing the little tiger and perfunctory Harry.

Harry came back early today, and before he went in to put his things away, he saw a strange little thing on the lawn when he was in the car. When he got out of the car, he saw that it was his cousin who had brought another novelty.

For Harry, his cousin has always been his target since he was a child. Everything he does is very strange. He used to play with Mavericks, then he played with Big Bird, and then he actually got a tiger cub. Said, without any resistance.

"Have you had your piano lesson today?"

Allen grabbed the rhubarb that was playing happily on the ground. It seems that the eyes of this little thing can't see clearly now, and it can't see far. Anyway, it ran around happily when it was put on the ground. When it was picked up, it subconsciously wanted to bite people, but it kept its mouth open. If you bite randomly, you may not have adapted to the environment of your new home.

"I'm not good at it. That teacher is not good enough, and you can't play it well, cousin. I want to learn from you, can you teach me?"

Harry stared at the little tiger in Alan's hand, his mouth full of compliments.

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That's the deputy director of the Royal Conservatory of Music, and you say his level is not good enough.

Allen's face turned red after being praised by Harry, and he glanced around subconsciously. Fortunately, only a few servants in the distance were on duty and no outsiders heard him.

"Go away and go to class honestly."

Allen deliberately held Rhubarb and suddenly dropped it on Harry.

"Ouch!"

Although it was separated by clothes, the little thing had a big mouth, as if it had been pinched hard. Harry squealed so loudly that it startled Dahuang who bit him.

"Master, Rex is here. He said he made a major discovery and wanted to report the situation to you."

"Oh? Ask him to come over."

Allen kicked the tearful Harry behind him, but he didn't use too much force. Anyway, the kick made Harry stagger.

"Go to class, I need to talk to someone about something."

"oh"

Harry looked at the little tiger that Allen was holding, feeling angry and reluctant to leave. It wasn't until Rex came running all the way that he walked back three times.

"Master, what a great discovery. The people below have provided a very important piece of information. I feel that these people are very suspicious. I am a little unsure."

When Rex saw Allen, he first took off his hat and saluted, and then put the hat under his arm. Then he took out the document bag and took out the photos and the situation reported to him by Vaughn, and then repeated it to Allen.

"You're saying this Clements is supposed to be a key figure?"

"Yes, but now we are afraid of alerting the enemy, and we are also afraid that the other party will be on guard. You see."

The police equipment in Wales usually only has revolvers, not even body armor. It is mainly used for a long time and is not used!

Just rely on those old policemen with big bellies. If they go to arrest this group of people, the casualties will probably be slightly higher.

"Um"

Allen handed the photo back to Rex and walked forward slowly with Rhubarb in his arms.

The clothes on his arm were bitten by this gadget again. Allen took action directly and slapped Dahuang on the forehead, making him scream.

Allen is not used to this kind of hot-tempered gadget at all. What happened to the Siberian tiger?

bad temper?

Just spank it since childhood. If this thing can even bite its owner, then why raise it?

Only by educating it from an early age will it have a psychological shadow and become obedient when it grows up.

"Then arrest the person first and question him. It doesn't matter if you make a mistake. Even if you make a mistake, the big deal is that he will be released."

As for the suspicion of this group of people, Allen doesn't care. His philosophy is to rather catch the mistake than let it go. Anyway, there has been no breakthrough so far, so idle is idle.

After explaining, he took two more steps and found that there was no response from Rex behind him. Allen turned his head just in time to see the embarrassed look on Rex's face, and suddenly discovered the problem belatedly.

"How many are there in total?"

"nine."

“How many people can Pembrokeshire Police have?”

"Well, I estimate that there are no more than twenty people with fighting ability, and there are still a dozen who are pretending."

Don't think that a county police department has a small number of police officers. This is already a lot!

These are formal police officers with established staff, not the kind of temporary workers who help maintain law and order. It is impossible to bring them along in this kind of operation.

"What about your side?"

"I can also bring over thirty people to our side."

Rex blushed, they were not much better than Pembrokeshire.

"That's enough. When the time comes, you will be responsible for peripheral support. Arrest me and arrange for people to go there."

Allen narrowed his eyes. Such a thing sounded a bit exciting, and he was ready to follow him and take a look.

"That young master"

"You go back and prepare first. Follow that Vaughn to Pembroke County for reconnaissance. Find out the specific location of their personnel and arrest them on time at ten o'clock tonight. I will arrange for them later!"

"yes!"

Rex's beer belly puffed up, he put on his hat and saluted again, and then trotted back all the way.

"How long are we away from the finish line? I can't hold on any longer."

A girl's cry came from the TV, but the picture played on the TV was a bit sexy.

The immersive lens is similar to the perspective of a long camera on the head that will be popular in short videos in the future. A picture is taken from behind the woman. Although the lighting is not good, the curves are exposed and it looks very sexy.

This is the latest update of Welsh TV’s midnight ace programme, Wilderness Survival!

It starts on time at nine o'clock every night. Although the broadcast time is a bit hellish, the ratings of the first broadcast are very explosive. The audience response is very strong and the show is well received. Today is the eighth day of the official launch, and these are the last two episodes.

Many old viewers stayed in front of the TV at night, watching those couples of men and women, wearing nothing and surviving in the wilderness. They were very simple-minded. They were definitely not watching anything messy, but wanted to appreciate the wild scenery of The Gambia. Great views and wildlife.

Clements was sitting on the high-waisted sofa with a small blanket covering his legs. The fire was burning brightly in the distance, and from time to time there was the crackling sound of wood burning.

Watching this kind of program in the dead of night is still very exciting!

Clements always felt weird when he thought that this kind of program was actually produced by the count. He was useless, right? It seems to be of some use. In terms of entertaining the public, this little count is quite good!

As the TV screen went dark and the camera cut to commercial time, Clements opened the spy and was about to get up and pour some tea.

It was around nine o'clock in the evening at St. Clements Surgical Hospital and it was quiet.

This is not a big city. In the early winter, there are basically no people outside after eight o'clock in the evening, and the hospital is even quieter. Occasionally, some seagulls in the distance will make some noise from time to time. The overall environment is very Quiet.

But today, Clements, who had just put down the kettle, had a solemn look on his face. He put down the tea cup gently, and at a speed that was not in line with his usual image, he walked to the window in a few steps, opened the curtains and took a sideways look downstairs. .

He felt something was wrong just now. It was extremely quiet outside today. There was no noise in the past, and the calls of the seabirds were gone.

What does this mean?

It’s not like a typhoon is coming. Apart from the bad weather, there are people around, and a lot of people!

As an old agent who has been in the industry for 20 to 30 years, Clements is very sensitive to the judgment of danger. He is also very confident in his own intuition. Without taking a closer look, he quietly took a few steps back and gently took out a pistol from under the bed. He didn't know who was coming or why, but this silent feeling made him feel bad.

After looking at the gun in his hand, Clements picked up the landline phone and dialed a number. Listening to the voice on the phone, Clements said in his usual voice: "Is there any pudding in the kitchen? I want to have some pudding." .”

The person on the other side of the phone was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this sentence before replying: "Uncle, there is no more food. Are you in a hurry to eat?"

"Suddenly I feel like eating. Please help me make one."

"Okay, then you wait a moment, I'll go right away."

It wasn't until the other party hung up the phone that Clements quietly came to the window with squinted eyes and continued to look out.