The Daily Life of American Drama Detective

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

In front of a single house.

The police car stopped.

"Are you sure this is here?"

The police detective looked at the beautiful hostess on the lawn who was bending over to trim the flowers, a harmonious scene of infinite beauty on a dangerous peak, and he really couldn't connect this with the kidnapper.

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

Chuck opened the door and got out of the car.

The police detective retracted his fixed gaze on the beauty, got out of the car, passed Chuck, and went up to meet him.

"This lady..."

"Mary Potter."

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

Then he looked directly past the police detective and landed on Chuck. His eyes lit up: "I know you. You are the amazing detective Chuck who just issued the reward. Have you found that poor girl?"

"not yet."

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

"I?"

Mrs. Potter was stunned, then smiled bitterly and said: "If I had any clues, I would have called the police immediately, and there would be no need for you to offer a reward for clues."

"I believe you, Mrs. Potter."

The detective immediately gave him full credit.

"Can I go in and talk?"

Chuck looked at her.

"certainly."

Mrs. Potter put down the scissors and invited the two of them into the house: "You guys can sit down and have something to drink?"

"Just tea."

The detective was flattered and said loudly to Mrs. Porter who entered the kitchen. Then he looked at the furnishings in the room and whispered to Chuck: "It can't be her."

"Let's take a look first."

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

"What are you doing?"

When the police detective saw this scene, he couldn't understand it.

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

Chuck explained casually.

"..."

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

He didn't bother to ask how Chuck did the blind texting or how he had friends in the IRS.

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

Chuck asked, "What makes you have a good impression of the Potters, whom you have never seen before?"

The detective was stunned.

"Special last names don't count."

Chuck added.

The police detective retracted his gaze that he couldn't help but cast his eyes on again, thought for a moment, and whispered: "Are you implying that her family looks relatively wealthy, so I subconsciously think she is a good person?"

"I didn't give any hint."

Chuck said bluntly: "Isn't this true?"

The detective stopped talking.

His salary may not be paid by "such good people", but a lot of the extra income is donated by "such good people", so it's natural to be close to them, there's nothing wrong with it!

"Your tea."

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

"Thanks."

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

"Where's Mr. Potter?"

Chuck did not drink the water, but looked at Mrs. Potter.

"Of course I'm going to work."

Mrs. Potter smiled.

"What does he do?"

Chuck heard the vibrating sound of his cell phone, took it out to check, and asked.

"Internet."

Mrs. Potter was confused: "Why are you asking this? What happened?"

"Someone told me that the person most likely to be involved in Jamie's disappearance is your husband."

As Chuck spoke, he checked the Potter family's tax payment records that Susan sent. After quickly scanning page by page, he raised his eyes and looked at Mrs. Potter: "What do you think about this?"

"impossible!"

Mrs. Porter was shocked: "My husband is a law-abiding citizen, how could he do such an unscrupulous thing?"

"Do you really know your husband?"

Chuck stared into her eyes: "Or are you saying that as a pillow person, you haven't noticed anything unusual at all?"

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

"Then I'm really sorry."

Chuck showed her the Potter family's tax bill: "I'm going to tell you a shocking reality. Your husband is not the Internet elite you imagined. He has another side. At least that's what your tax bill says.

.”

Mrs. Porter was silent as she listened to Chuck explain 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, stood up and looked at her with a commanding tone.

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

The detective's cell phone rang suddenly. After answering the call, he said a few words and then looked at Chuck with an excited expression.

"Found it! Jamie has been found! She was taken away by a family. The neighbor called the police. Our people have rushed there and found Jamie!"

At this time, Chuck's cell phone also rang. When it was connected, it was Chandler's voice: "Chuck, the police notified us that Jamie was found. I am accompanying Tim and Shelly to confirm. You

where are you now?"

"You go and confirm first, and notify me of the results as soon as possible."

Chuck said this, hung up the phone, and then calmly looked at Mrs. Porter standing there: "Continue!"

"Didn't you hear that?"

The police detective said in surprise: "Jie Mi has been found!"

"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 detective looked at Mrs. Potter in disbelief.

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

After this incident, Mrs. Potter's attitude had changed. Her eyes flickered and she said, "If you want to see it, you can only wait until Jason comes back."

"No locks are allowed in the basement."

Chuck said expressionlessly: "Thank you, Mrs. Potter, for providing us with useful clues! If you have any other suspicious clues about your husband, please tell us. Now take us to the basement to have a look!"

Mrs. Porter looked flustered: "Here, doesn't this require a search warrant?"

"Do we need a search warrant?"

Chuck stared at her: "So you are also an insider? What do you know?"

"No, I do not know!"

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

"Do we still need a search warrant?"

Chuck didn't give Mrs. Potter a chance to breathe and think.

"I'll take you there."

Mrs. Potter was almost crying, and she slowly led the way.

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 in the Potter family, or prevented Chuck from pursuing it, he would probably be asked by Chuck: "So what do you know?"

"I mean don't pull out the gun!"

Chuck held his hand.

"..."

The detective was speechless.

Is that what you mean by that look in your eyes?

no!

What do you mean?

In a country where gunfights are free every day, there may be danger in the basement, but your eyes don't let me draw my gun?

"There may be kidnapped children inside, so don't empty the magazine subconsciously."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "You will not be in danger if you stand behind me later."

"Those are all rumors..."

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

"You should know that I am a consultant to many police departments, right?"

Chuck revealed the truth without giving any face: "I have met more police officers than you. I can tell you responsibly 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."

"There won't be any danger inside, right?"

Mrs. Potter heard the subsequent conversation and felt a little weak in the knees.

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

Chuck stepped aside, letting the detective step forward to help Mrs. Porter, and walked in front.

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

"..."

Mrs. Potter hesitated.

Although Chuck said they were safe, she just felt uncomfortable.

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

The detective supported Mrs. Porter's body and expressed in a very heroic and mighty manner that he had to do work beyond the scope of his duties.

For nothing else!

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

"key!"

By 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 basements, because almost every house has a basement.

Therefore, this perfect environment for imprisoning people is as common as the free gun.

Once the door is locked from above, the people inside will be yelled at every day, and the earth and the earth will not work, leaving no way to escape.

Because there have been so many vicious cases of imprisonment in basements, special laws have been introduced and basements are not allowed to be locked.

There is obviously something wrong with this kind of purposely locked door.

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

Mrs. Potter shook her head and saw Chuck staring at her. She explained: "Jason never lets me in and gets angry when he asks. I am just a housewife and my family depends on Jason, so I don't dare to ask any more questions."

Already."

"I trust 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 said with a wry smile.

"Do you agree?"

Chuck didn't accept the vague answer at all, and asked again clearly.

Now you are working on a case with a police detective, and everything after that will have to go to court. In the United States, which pays attention to procedural justice, any flaws in the case handling process may be exploited by the other party's lawyer, so that the other party can escape responsibility even though the truth is revealed.

Chuck wasn't about to make this mistake.

"I agree."

Mrs. Potter could only answer seriously.

"I'm going to find the crowbar!"

The detective realized it was time to show off on his own.

"Need not!"

Chuck said something, and while the detective stared at him dumbfounded, he took out an overly large gun from his waist and fired at the door lock.

puff!

The sound was not loud, and the door lock was hit accurately and disconnected.

"Have you been carrying such a big gun? And you have a silencer on the muzzle?"

The police detective couldn't help complaining anymore: "Plus your shooting skills of directly picking the lock with a gun, people who don't know would think you are a killer! And don't you think you are too panicked?"

"I'm from Texas."

Chuck spoke concisely and concisely, tore off the broken lock, opened the basement, and once again reminded the detective with his eyes that he had no time to spit out this sentence that explained everything in Texas, and could not help but touch the pistol on his waist, and then put away the big gun.

Went in first.

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

"..."

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

Mrs. Porter forgot her worries for a moment and couldn't help but look over, but all she saw was Chuck's back.

"There's no danger, come in!"

Chuck's voice soon came out.

The detective helped Mrs. Porter inside.

Mrs. Potter turned pale.

The police detective said with a surprised look on his face: "Sure enough, there is a kidnapped child!"

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

But I saw a little boy of four or five years old living inside, playing with a toy, and kept praying 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 over to check the computer, he was shocked and said: "This is still a live broadcast! 24 hours/7 days of real-time broadcast!"

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

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

.

"Detective!"

Chuck motioned to the detective to come forward and pick up the child trapped inside.

"good!"

The detective glanced at Chuck gratefully, straightened his clothes, then put on the most handsome posture in his life, opened the door, and said softly to the child inside who was frightened by the sudden change and shrank to the corner.

.

"Don't be afraid, I am Detective David Parry Frost, kid, you are saved!"

After saying that, he looked at the wall inside the container. There was a hanging ornament with an ugly face hanging there, with a camera stuck in his mouth, which made it look even more weird and terrifying.

The kid who was imprisoned just now was kneeling under the camera, looking up at the ugly face and praying to the camera protruding from his mouth.

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

The police detective issued the most just ultimatum.

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

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

"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 police detective who would have been keen to comfort her personally was too lazy to pay attention to her at this time.

I saw that he was completely focused on the cowering imprisoned boy, trying hard to prove his identity as a life-saving angel.

Chuck notified the local police and asked them to send some people over, and all subsequent matters on the surface were left to the police detectives to handle.

After he handed over the secret mission of justice, he rushed to join Chandler and the others.

(End of chapter)