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

CART (Computing and Analysis Response Team) quickly pulled out the surveillance, and you can see that before 7 o'clock this morning, a man wearing a ski mask broke into Lucas Caldwell's home.

Minutes later, Lucas Caldwell reappeared on camera with a pistol pressed against his back as the masked man used his car keys to open the trunk of the gray BMW and stuffed him in.

When the three Jacks returned to the operations center, the place was obviously busy, with other field agents coming in and out from time to time.

"Okay, now we have another victim. In less than two hours, this guy kidnapped two doctors. For what purpose? A physician and an anesthesiologist. This combination is a bit strange.

You must know that physicians usually do not enter the operating room, and anesthesiologists basically live in it. Apart from the fact that they are both doctors, I don't see any connection. "

Jubal kept tapping the pencil in his hand, feeling confused.

"Has the background check been done on Dr. Lucas Caldwell? Is there any connection between him and Dr. Nicole Wright?" Hannah asked.

Jubal had obviously just done his homework on this, and repeated it without thinking, "Single, studied at Yale University as an undergraduate, later entered Harvard Medical School, and then interned at Massachusetts General Hospital. He has no criminal record and has never even had a traffic ticket. No."

Technician Alice Taylor continued, "Theoretically, they should not know each other, have no common friends, live in different areas, and are of different age groups. At least so far, I have not found any relevant connections."

While everyone was discussing, Jack had been lowering his head in thought. After hearing this, he looked at Jubal, "Wait a moment, let's go back a bit. I remember mentioning before that Lucas Caldwell opened a private internal medicine clinic in Manhattan. Right? What exactly does it do?"

He thought of the small clinic that had illegally delivered babies in "China Town", and it seemed that it was also using the name of a medical clinic.

"I briefly checked and found out that this is a clinic that specializes in providing special medical services to the rich, and is on call 7/24." As soon as Jubal finished speaking, he suddenly slapped his forehead.

"I should have thought, Alice, to check Lucas Caldwell's resume. I need to know if he has any surgical experience."

“Bingo, you guessed it, Lucas Caldwell spent two years as a surgical resident at Massachusetts General Hospital before switching to internal medicine.

Five years later he partnered with a doctor named Terrence Nelson to open what is now the clinic that provides concierge services. ” said Alice Taylor.

Before Jack could speak, Aubrey, who had been silent, couldn't wait to ask, "Let me guess, Dr. Terrence Nelson, who works with him, happens to be an anesthesiologist, right?"

After a burst of crackling keyboard sounds, the expression on Alice Taylor's face already told everyone the answer, "It seems that today is our lucky day. He is indeed an anesthesiologist, and he just suffered a serious car accident not long ago. At present, Still in a coma.”

"It seems that we know the reason why Nicole Wright was kidnapped." Jubal looked at everyone, "Then the question now is, who is going to kidnap two doctors in public at all costs, and for whom are they preparing to start a war? What about surgery?”

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In the tea room and lounge, Jack was leisurely enjoying afternoon tea, black tea with black forest cake, which was the result of his busy work for half the night last night.

"You send new people out to work, but you hide here and laze around. Don't you feel any guilt at all?"

Hannah also had a piece of cake on hand, but she kept digging out of his plate with a spoon unsatisfied, as if she was standing on the scale last night lamenting that it was not her.

"Isn't this the point of recruiting new people? Besides, I left a copy in the refrigerator for him." Jack looked at ease. There was no point in being anxious. A lot of information was still being collected, and he was ready to go out at any time. That’s it.

He had just been idle for a while. Aubrey was sent to search the clinic that Lucas Caldwell and Terrence Nielsen co-operated, and the analysts were digging into the two doctors. They want to know why they are being targeted.

"Guys, we found something." Jubal knocked on the lounge door.

"Here we come." Hannah finished her portion of the cake in three mouthfuls, threw the disposable paper plate into the trash can, and chased after them. Jack followed them leisurely with a cup of steaming black tea.

Alice Taylor was already waiting for them in front of her seat.

"Aubrey sent back all the phone records and electronic files from the clinic. We compared the call records of the two doctors' personal mobile phones and the clinic's landline, and found that a fixed number has been recurring in the past two years, as many as five times a day. Six times, almost every day.

I looked up the owner of this number and his name was Lorenzo Santos. "

After speaking, she projected a person's profile onto the big screen, a middle-aged Latino man in his early thirties.

"There's a lot of criminal records. Which gang is he from?" Jack asked. The information showed that this guy had been in and out of jail since he was eighteen years old. It looked like he was not a good guy at first glance.

"The 'Rock-25s,' a Mexican street gang," one analyst answered.

"Street gang?" Jubal frowned, feeling a little strange. "How could a high-end private clinic that provides special medical treatment be related to such a small gang? Even if someone is injured by a gunshot, they will only I would go to some underground black clinics.

Even middle- and high-level leaders may not be able to afford such special medical clinics. "

"It looks like he is about the same height and build as the suspect. Can he be arrested and questioned?" Hannah looked eager to try.

"The mobile phone location shows that he is near the intersection of Powell Avenue and 140th Street. At least his mobile phone is there. You may need more people to search." Alice Taylor has already found the other party's location in a tacit understanding.

"Contact the NYPD to send a team of plainclothes over." Jack put down the tea cup, picked up the soft body armor hanging on the chair, put it on, and put on a coat to cover the three big letters of FBI on it. If necessary, pull it out. Just open the zipper to identify yourself.

"Huh? Going out again?" Aubrey, who had just rushed back to the office from the clinic, happened to bump into Jack and Hannah who were about to go out. He stopped and turned around.

"You have to adapt to our rhythm, newcomer." Jack smiled weakly.