The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

When a group of special police officers rushed into the unrecognizable corridor holding shields, the culprit who caused 5 deaths and 11 injuries in the attack had no vital signs.

One pound of C4 is not very powerful. Only a small section of the corridor on the second floor of the El Centro Central College Library was damaged, and the building structure was intact.

Considering that the more than 50 students who were protected by two campus police officers in the main building were all safe and sound, it can be considered a blessing in disguise.

Just when the three FBI agents thought that this bad night was over and were about to say goodbye to Director David Brown, the fat old man, who seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, took the initiative to find them.

"Attorney General Jackson said there is an emergency and he needs to contact you, Agent Tawole."

Previously, due to concerns about bomb threats, DPD blocked all mobile phone signals in this section of the block, and the signals have not been restored yet, so the three people's phones have been out of contact.

But how did the other party find him at this time? Could it be that the simple and rough DPD chief went to confront him?

Jack took the walkie-talkie handed to him while feeling puzzled.

The prosecutor had obviously heard about the situation at the shooting scene, but did not ask too many questions. Instead, he made a few polite remarks and gave an address, hoping that the FBI could get there as soon as possible.

"What happened?" Aubrey drove their Subaru over. Jack helped Jiejie take off her bulletproof vest, opened the trunk and put all their equipment in.

"Go to the Bank of America Building. There's been another murder there."

"Oh, by the way, Jack." Director David Brown waved to the three FBI agents from a distance. "The mayor said he hopes you can attend the press conference tomorrow. When everything is over, he will also present the key to the city of Dallas to the three of you."

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The Bank of America Tower is also located in downtown Dallas, less than four blocks from the scene of the shooting.

The 72-story building is decorated with green light strips on all sides, which is quite eye-catching at night, and it is somewhat like the "Reunion Tower" in the distance.

When the three arrived, the elevator room on the first floor of the building had been cordoned off and a uniformed forensic team was busy inside.

From the moment the mobile signal was restored, Jack's phone kept vibrating. In addition to several missed call reminders from Attorney General Jackson, he later sent some relevant information.

"The deceased is named Joseph Fielding, CFO (Chief Financial Officer) of Webster Industries Group, 53 years old."

Jack helped Jiejie lift the yellow cordon and pointed to the middle-aged male security guard in uniform. "Jiejie, go and question the witnesses. Aubrey, come with me to check the body."

Attorney General Jackson did not show up this time, apparently because the case could no longer be covered up. The previous two cases took place in hotel suites, and because the deceased's lawyer intervened at the first opportunity, no case was even filed.

The current incident has become a true crime scene, because no one would choose to tie themselves naked to a chair when committing suicide, seal the mouth with tape, move into the elevator, and then appear on the first floor facing the lobby.

As the chief prosecutor of Texas, if Patrick Jackson appeared here at the first time, it would attract unnecessary attention from the media.

"Damn, this scene will give me nightmares for several nights in a row." This eye-catching scene made Aubrey's expression twisted instantly.

"We can't be the only two who suffer." Jack took out his phone with a wicked smile, took a picture and sent it to Jubal, informing him to bring the other team members to Dallas as soon as possible.

The only clothes on the deceased's body were a pair of socks on his feet. His hands were tied behind his back on an office chair, his mouth was taped, and two red Xs were drawn on his eyelids with lipstick.

The murderer's intention was obvious. She wanted to make a big deal out of it. Apparently, she was not just satisfied with killing people, but also wanted to make it public to attract other people's attention.

At this time, time becomes a critical factor. The secret investigation of only three people is obviously not enough to stop the murderer before the next attack, so Jack directly summoned his own team.

"The cause of death can be basically confirmed to be poisoning. The lipstick was applied after death. The murderer had no intention of concealing his identity and did not even wipe off the body fluids on the victim's thigh."

Jack turned off the purple light and sighed. This kind of case is really a headache. The evidence is everywhere, but because the murderer has no criminal record, it is useless even if fingerprints and DNA are obtained.

Physical evidence from the previous crime scene had been sent to the CSI lab in New York, but no results were found in any database.

At this time, Jiejie finished questioning the security guard, walked over and saw the scene in front of her. Her pretty face turned slightly red and she turned her head away subconsciously.

"Security found the deceased's clothes in his office on the 52nd floor. It seems that this was the first scene. The murderer pushed him into the elevator after killing him, as if he wanted others to find him deliberately."

Jiejie's inquiry results further confirmed Jack's guess.

"So do these two crosses left by the lipstick have any practical meaning?" Aubrey looked puzzled.

"Maybe it doesn't have any meaning, it's just to attract the attention of the police. I think the murderer may be very dissatisfied with the silence of the previous two cases."

Before Jack finished speaking, the three of them simultaneously noticed a bald, short and fat man in a suit and tie trying to break into the blockade. The key point was that the DPD officer who stopped him let him pass.

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"Excuse me, which one is Jack Tawalla?"

The bald, short and fat man looked to be about the same age as the deceased, around fifty years old. The shirt and suit he was wearing were quite high-end, and he had the obvious temperament of a lawyer. His eyes kept wandering between Jack and Aubrey.

It was obvious that he was in a hurry. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat and he didn't even have time to tie his tie. He must have just been called out of bed.

"I'm Agent Tawalla."

"Larry Barrett, attorney representing Webster Industries."

Jack politely shook the other person's outstretched hand, and the greasy and slippery touch made him feel a little nauseous.

"May I remind you, Mr. Barrett, that this is a crime scene and no one is allowed to enter."

They were still facing the elevator door. The elevator door was open and the body of the deceased Joseph Fielding was still lying inside.

Larry Barrett followed the three people's gaze and looked behind him. He then noticed the presence of the corpse and was shocked.

"Oh, damn, this unfortunate guy, God bless him."

He crossed himself before continuing, "In fact, I just spoke to Attorney General Patrick Jackson on the phone, and he said you're a reasonable gentleman."