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Detective Pollino's original mission to question Tumer Makanni turned into an arrest.

Although communications are poor and most criminal investigation techniques cannot be used when handling cases in Africa, there are still some advantages.

As long as the local police cooperate sufficiently, evidence may not be that important, and no lawyer will jump out to silence the client.

According to the receipts provided by Pastor Tumer Makanni, less than $30 of the total $3 worth of supplies actually reached the local church.

Then the question becomes where the rest went. Is it possible that they were swallowed up by the pastor, and then he sent people to kidnap the entire missionary tour group, taking the opportunity to kill Jacob Bruce who might know about it and silence him?

Even without concrete evidence, such suspicions were enough to motivate Detective Pollino to take action.

It was only after Jubal contacted the detective that he said his men had not found Tumer Makanni in the town, and that the pastor was said to have many followers and camps in the area, and that he would personally go out and search for the other party overnight.

The FBI doesn't have any good solution for this problem, and can only hope that Detective Pollino and the local police can provide more help.

There is no way around it. If you want to exercise long-arm jurisdiction, you have to get the country involved. Tanzania is not a younger brother of the United States. Even though it is a poor African country, it cannot act with impunity like it does in South Korea.

Moreover, the relationship between the United States and Tanzania in recent years can only be described as average. The other party's cooperation is entirely due to the fact that the missing persons are tourists. If they were nationals of the University of Tanzania, perhaps they would pay more attention to it.

Especially in the past few years, Britain and Japan jointly deceived the Bagamoyo Port project, which was originally constructed by Dongda, resulting in discord between Dongda and Lao Tanzania, which had always had a good relationship. The relationship was not restored until the new president came to power.

At that time, there were rumors that the real culprit behind the scenes was actually the Americans, and that Britain and Japan were just white gloves.

The investigation in New York was also not going smoothly. Among the remaining 22 kidnapped people, only 10 women have contacted their relatives and friends so far.

Except for little Nicholas who followed his mother, the other 11 men including another leader Elijah were unable to contact their families or friends, and these people didn't even have social media accounts.

This is very strange. It is not too difficult to hide your identity in the United States. There is no such thing as household registration. As long as you don't take a driver's license test or open a bank account, most happy homeless people basically have no files.

But all 11 men were in the same situation, which inevitably leads to some bad associations.

This also brought Garcia and Alice's investigation to a standstill. Jubal asked them to ignore others for the time being and focus on Elijah Ward, who looked more suspicious than Pastor Tumer Makanni.

Luo Xi and Jie Jie are talking to the families of the missing women one by one, trying to find some common ground.

The next morning, just after everyone had breakfast, old Muto drove his old Liberation truck to Arusha, exhausted.

"We lost our tracks on a road about 20 kilometers away from where we went missing, and we suspect there was a car there to pick us up."

Clay immediately packed up his things and said, "Take us to the scene. Maybe we can find something nearby."

Aubrey was not optimistic. "If they had a car, they would be far away now."

At this time, Jubal's phone also rang. It was Detective Pollino calling. He had traced the location of a camp and suspected that Pastor Tumer Makanni was hiding there.

Jubal took out the map and confirmed that the two locations were more than a hundred kilometers away from Arusha, and he couldn't help but frowned.

"Hannah, I and Old Muto will go to the scene and take a look, and you three go find Detective Pollino," Jack suggested.

Without further ado, everyone set off immediately. This time, Jack also experienced the pain of following behind Old Jiefang and eating dust.

Fortunately, we spent most of the time traveling along the main roads with hardened surfaces, but we had to be careful to avoid uninvited guests who took the opportunity to hitchhike.

To the west of Tanzania, about seven or eight hundred kilometers away from Arusha where Jack and his friends were, there is a small mountainous country called Burundi.

Many people's impression of this country, apart from the Hutu and Tutsi genocide that shocked the world with its neighboring country Rwanda, is probably only Odebiao pulling bananas.

What Jack met at this moment was just such a group of Tanzanian version of Odebiao, a bunch of young black men in their early twenties, some of whom might even be only seventeen or eighteen years old, riding 28-bar bicycles loaded with three or four hundred kilograms of green bananas, speeding on the road.

These brave Odebiaos would grab the carriages of passing trucks for leverage, and soon they would be able to form a long team by pulling each other.

After discovering that there was a group of small cars following behind him, Old Muto deliberately slowed down the car, and whenever there were small bumps and potholes on the road, he would press the horn to give warnings.

Because the little guys pulling the back of the car have no vision forward, they might fall off the car if they are not careful. Getting injured is a minor matter, and if the car breaks down it is not a big problem either. But if the bananas on the car are smashed, it means that several days' work has been in vain.

It can be seen that Old Muto often travels this route. The few militia guys in the car greeted the little tailers who joined in from time to time.

Of course, these Odebiaos didn't dare to hit any car. At least there was no tail behind Jack's Hummer. But he had to slow down and try to keep a safe distance from the old Jiefang to prevent tragedy due to failure to brake in time in the event of an accident.

Jack whistled to accompany the Odebiaos all the way, and when they were about to reach their destination, the bunch of banana-pulling boys reluctantly started pedaling again, waving goodbye to old Muto amid his laughter and scolding.

"My boys have been searching around here for most of the night and haven't found any more bodies. That's good news, isn't it?"

Old Muto spread out a map and drew a circle at their current location. This was a north-south road. The first half was basically parallel to the previous railway, but then it turned to the northwest.

There is no hope for road surveillance, and the conventional operation of retrieving dashcam footage from vehicles along the way is obviously not feasible in such a place.

"At least we need to know their direction of travel to infer their destination. It's still the same problem. If they have a vehicle to pick them up, nearly two days is enough for them to travel a long way."

Jack was a little worried that the kidnappers would take the hostages out of Tanzania. In that case, finding them would be almost as difficult as finding a needle in a haystack, although the current situation was not much better.

Seeing the old man and the young boy worried there, Hannah, who had been whistling all the way, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows.

"22 American tourists wearing the same red T-shirts, and more than a dozen armed men escorting them. Plus, they should have arrived here around noon or afternoon. Such a team should be very conspicuous, right?"

"It is indeed obvious that they were moving in the wild, but the witnesses were most likely wild animals nearby. If they were near the road, a bus would be enough to take them all away."

Jack was suddenly stuck here, and he understood what Hannah wanted to say.