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Although it is unclear how Dick Reed escaped the surveillance of the NYPD and showed up at the dive bar late at night, it is obvious that there was something wrong with the surveillance measures arranged by Danny.

When the two men arrived at Dick Reed's mother's house on Long Island with an urgent search warrant, the detective in charge of surveillance was still confused.

"He must still be inside. We have guards at the front and back of the house. He can't escape." The detective said confidently.

Danny ignored this guy and pulled out his gun and was about to charge in. Jack raised his hand to block it and glared at him sternly, "Keep calm, otherwise I would rather go in alone."

He took a deep breath and exhaled heavily after a moment, then put the doorknob on and looked at Jack, "I'm ready."

Jack took out his pistol and ducked into the house as he opened the door. After that, the two of them checked the rooms on the first floor one by one.

With a "clang", a dagger fell to the ground. Jack turned on the light switch in the room and took out the girl hiding in the closet. "It's okay, it's okay. I'm Agent Tavole. We met before." Yes, do you remember?"

"He usually lives in the basement." After the woman said this, she grabbed Jack's arm, with a hint of pleading in her words.

"I know this is a bit ridiculous, but he is usually very nice to me. I said the wrong thing and made him angry. I shouldn't have said that to him. It's all my fault."

"That beast did this to you." Danny said this through his teeth, took out his cell phone and called 911 to call the ambulance.

"Shut up!" Jack didn't know whether his mood at the moment was anger or embarrassment. He had never seen such an outrageous relationship in an island movie in his previous life. Is this what he, a mere graduate student majoring in psychology, could think of?

The two of them went down to the first floor together and easily found the entrance to the basement. However, after going down to the basement full of debris and checking, they found nothing.

This is a common semi-basement structure in New York. In addition to a pile of debris and a mattress for sleeping, there are only a few small windows for ventilation and lighting that directly open to the road, but the small windows are iron-clad. The fence is completely sealed.

"That paper of yours may need a lot of revisions," Danny said weakly.

"What a shit day." Jack sounded the siren and stepped on the accelerator. The steering wheel turned sharply. The Hellcat's tires made a sharp protest sound, and two plumes of smoke were emitted from the friction with the ground.

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"Bang!" In an apartment in Queens, as the door was violently kicked open, Danny rushed into the room with an angry roar, and threw a figure to the ground with a flying swoop.

The two people who heard this seemed to have been fed a fly at the same time, and their views were shattered to pieces. What the hell is this? What kind of top-notch family is this?

Jack was stunned for a long time, and subconsciously withdrew his hand holding the woman. He didn't know what to say in this situation, and walked out of the room with Danny with his head lowered.

"No neighbor is at home. The house over there has been vacant for a long time. There is a bomb shelter built during World War II underneath. No trace of the suspect has been found," the patrol officer said.

"Let me think about who he might go to." Danny's SAN value finally recovered a little, and reason returned to his brain, "Uh, Becky Swatch, the only survivor, we have to catch that beast Find her before."

"Are you kidding me?" Jack turned on the tactical flashlight, and sure enough he saw a narrow tunnel behind the small door, which looked like it was leading to the house next door.

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The ambulance with the sirens screaming took away the injured woman, leaving Jack and Danny looking at each other on the ground, until a patrolman who finished checking next door broke the weird atmosphere between the two.

After checking the room on the first floor and confirming that there was no one else there except Dick Reed's mother, the two continued to search upstairs carefully. When they came to the bedroom door, a woman's soft crying came from the room.

"Irene said she refused police protection after refusing to testify in court. I have her address here. Now it's your turn to show off your driving skills." Daniela opened the door and got into the passenger seat of the Hellcat.

Unexpectedly, the woman's slightly trembling voice made Jack's hand pause when untying the rope, "He is my brother."

Danny entered the house with his gun raised, and stayed where he was for the next second. Jack followed him inside and couldn't help but was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him. A naked middle-aged woman was tied to the bed, her face and body covered with bruises and bruises. Traces of being abused.

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There was a loud sound from the TV in the living room. Jack stood sideways under the porch leading to the living room and quickly poked his head in. He saw an old white lady in her sixties or seventies sitting on a single sofa, staring intently. Stare at the TV.

Jack put away the Glock, pulled down the sheet from under the woman and helped her cover her naked body. While helping her untie her wrists from the bed frame, he asked, "Are you okay? It was Dick Reed who did it." of?"

Jack tried to turn the door handle and found that the door was locked. He turned around and signaled Danny to cover him. He took a half step back and kicked the door lock, and the door opened in response.

Danny reacted quickly and did not step forward immediately. Instead, he quickly walked two steps in and opened the bathroom door to check if anyone was hiding inside.

"Where are the others?" Jack untied the rope and helped the woman up. Fortunately, the bruises looked a bit serious, but apart from being insulted, at least her life was not in danger.

Danny was still punching the man beneath him. As he was beating him, he realized that the screams were wrong. He grabbed his hair and pulled him back, revealing an ugly face. .

Jack tilted his head slightly towards Danny, indicating that it was safe inside. The two of them walked to the old lady with the pistols on their backs. She remained indifferent and seemed to have no awareness of anything happening around her.

Holy shit, how did that bastard kidnap a woman from outside under the tight surveillance of the NYPD?

"You NYPD didn't arrange police force to protect witnesses?" Jack asked in surprise.

Jack nodded and whispered, "Severe Alzheimer's disease." This disease is commonly known as Alzheimer's disease. In the advanced stages, language and behavioral abilities will be completely lost.

Seeing the two men breaking in, the woman let out a low cry for help, "Help me, please."

The girl cried out loudly, hugging Jack tightly and refusing to let go.

"Ma'am, madam, we need to talk about your son." Danny stepped forward and pushed her. The old lady still had no response. He subconsciously checked the other person's pulse and asked, "Is she still alive?"

Jack stretched out his hand and tried it, and found that although the small window could barely allow an adult to get out, the iron fence above was intact. Could it be possible for a living person to disappear out of thin air like this?

Just when he was about to increase his perception and take a closer look, Danny had already made a discovery. He forcefully pulled away a pile of debris in the corner, then pushed down a dilapidated wardrobe, revealing a small door at the back.

"This isn't Reed, it's his imitator James Richard, Farke!" Danny couldn't get angry after thinking about it, and punched the guy on the waist again, causing him to twitch in pain.

"But thank God, we arrived in time." Danny looked at the frightened girl in Jack's arms and let out a long sigh of relief.