North American Gunslinger Detective

Chapter 121 Case Facts

This is a modified van. There are some equipment placed on both sides of the carriage. The middle is only wide enough for one person to sit, and three people sit crosswise.

Hatten and Jimmy sat near the back door, and Hatten motioned to the driver in front to drive away.

"Agent Harten, would you like a donut?" Jimmy opened the donuts he bought and distributed them to the people in the car. Fortunately, there was bottled water in the car. He didn't bring any water when he came out.

It was obvious that the FBI people were very professional. While the van was driving, no one spoke, they just operated the equipment in front of them.

Since Agent Hatten didn't talk about the case, Jimmy just leaned against the car and squinted.

Speaking of which, after working as a police officer for a long time, he has developed the ability to catch up on sleep at any time, especially sleeping while sitting up, because the driver's seat of the police car cannot be moved backwards, so he can only sit up and not lie down when resting in the police car.

I don't know how long it took, but Jimmy went from squinting to falling asleep. He was also too big-hearted and never thought that the FBI would harm him. After all, Director James personally brought people here, and his identity must have been verified.

Agent Hatten woke up Jimmy, opened the back door and got out of the car. Jimmy got out of the car and looked around. They were in front of a two-story single-family house in the woods.

Jimmy has never been here before, but that's normal. He has only been a police officer for a year. Pulaski County is such a large area that it is impossible to go to every place.

After entering the villa, Agent Hatten arranged a room for Jimmy on the second floor. Other FBI people began to play with and install various equipment on the first floor, including two computers, three laptops, and some monitors to watch with Jimmy.

There are a lot of equipment that I don’t understand.

In the living room, Agent Hatten pushed the sofa and table to the wall. He hung a map on the wall, including Arkansas, Mississippi, and Louisiana, and then began to fix various map pins on it with thumbtacks.

Photos and information.

Everyone has something to do, except Jimmy wandering around the villa with nothing to do.

There was the sound of a car outside. Jimmy looked over and saw a pickup truck driving over. After it parked at the door, the FBI men went to move the contents of the truck into the house.

Jimmy walked over and took a look. Good guy, how long do you plan to stay here? Mineral water, cup noodles, bread, biscuits, chocolate, frozen pizza preserved with ice packs, the MRE US military rations he had seen in his previous life, and another

Oven and a kettle…

There are only 7 people here, and these things can last for at least a week.

"Agent Hatten, are we going to be here for a long time? I didn't bring any change of clothes."

"The spare clothes will be delivered later. Please put your uniforms and equipment in your room first. You won't need them today."

Jimmy watched speechlessly as they continued to work. He walked to his room, took off all the police uniforms and duty belts and put them on the bed. When it seemed that they would be useful later, Jimmy folded the police uniforms himself, put on his sweater, and clipped the revolver

After leaving the room, I couldn't take off my pants and shoes for the time being.

After working for more than two hours, the entire first floor had turned into a command center. Their casual clothes were also delivered. Jimmy chose a set to change into first, and put away the police uniform and leather shoes to ensure that they would be used next time.

It won't be dirty or messy.

"Hey, Jimmy, come downstairs." Hatten called from downstairs, Jimmy responded, and then went downstairs to join Hatten.

"Jimmy, this is Kemp, Jacob, and Corbin. The three of them are in charge of intelligence collection and communications. This is Agent Grant. Agent Randall, I'm in charge of field operations. Everyone, this is Pulaski.

County Assistant Sheriff Jimmy is responsible for supporting this operation.

Jimmy, I won’t save your cell phone, and don’t contact the outside world unless necessary.”

Hatten introduced everyone present to Jimmy, and then everyone came to the case wall that Hatten had set up in the afternoon.

"This time our target is him, Baca Reddy, 45 years old. He came to China in the 1970s and was naturalized in 1983. He arrived in New Orleans as a crew member and later moved to Little Rock."

Hatten pointed to the top photo. He was an Indian with a big beard and no turban. He didn't look like a Sikh.

"Baca is engaged in shipping work. He hired some crew members from India, rented cargo ships, cooperated with shipping companies at the New Orleans port, and mainly took routes from India and the United States. It is said that he is engaged in the smuggling industry, but these are not what we want.

concerned.

From 1995 to the present, there have been clues pointing to him in several robbery and murder cases involving Louisiana, Mississippi, and Arkansas. The crime scene was very close to his route of activity, and he was found in the surveillance video three times.

He appeared not far from the place of origin, and his fingerprints were found at one of the crime scenes.

We tracked him for a long time and got some intelligence based on the crew he hired.

His whereabouts have been very unclear recently. I saw him at the port of New Orleans, near his company, and then he disappeared again. According to clues, he should be coming back to Little Rock, and he arrived in the past few days.

He has arranged for other people to monitor his apartment in Little Rock. We have determined that one of his safe houses is about 1 kilometer next to us, and it is also a house in the woods. All we have to do is to monitor him.

Monitor the safe house, obtain information, and arrest him if necessary."

Harten said this, then gave Jimmy and the others some time to digest, and then continued.

"These three photos are of three of his known subordinates, all of whom are retired Indian soldiers and may hold weapons. It is not yet certain whether there are others who followed Baka back, and there is no relevant information.

Grant, Randall, please go over there overnight and install surveillance cameras and bugs. Set up two relay stations between our house and Baca's house. Kemp will give you the coordinates of the location of the relay stations.

Jimmy, you need to rest first. There are no support missions for the time being. Keep your spirits up. We may be dispatched at any time."

Hatten looked at the contents on the case wall and spoke again.

"In addition, according to the information received from the crew on the Baka cargo ship, it has not yet been confirmed that Baka is a devout believer, but his religion is unclear. He is very paranoid and irritable. He once beat the crew to death and then returned from

There are rumors that the ship was thrown into the sea. When you go to install surveillance cameras, if they come back, be sure not to get close to them."

After Hatten finished speaking, Kemp and the other three left and returned to their equipment and continued to work. Jimmy could not understand what they were doing at all and did not join in the fun.

Jimmy went back to his room directly. As for dinner, seeing as they were all busy, it was estimated that no one would be doing it for a while. Jimmy didn't want to start, so let's leave it at that. Anyway, he ate donuts in the afternoon, so he wasn't hungry yet.

(End of chapter)