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After sending Cassel to bed to recover, Jack ate a sandwich and called Jubal to find out about the progress of the investigation.

"CSI found Roger Hansen's fingerprints inside the van, and they dismantled almost the entire van looking for clues. The van had been stolen a week ago and had been modified afterwards, removing the seats and strengthening the power.

They also confirmed that the bloodstains in the car belonged to the driver, but because this was an old car, hundreds of fingerprints were found. They are currently comparing them one by one in the hope of making some discoveries.

In addition, I have issued a nationwide notice, notifying all hospitals to pay attention to patients with gunshot wounds, and I hope they will be found. "

Jack thanked Jubal and told him to go to bed quickly, and he would take care of the rest of the work.

Not only he and Jubal took shifts, but everyone else also took turns to rest. This was the most efficient way before any major progress was made.

Jack turned on his computer and searched the criminal database. He soon made a discovery and picked up the phone to call Stella Bonasilla.

Seeing a smile on his face after he made several phone calls, Brian, who had just washed his face in the bathroom, asked quickly, "Did you find anything?"

Jack handed him a SIG Sauer P320-XTen that was a backup for the Most Wanted team, “The driver’s identity has been found, and I have retrieved the information of all the accomplices who have committed crimes with Roger Hansen.

It turns out that a guy named Douglas Stevenson had been the getaway car driver in one of the bank robberies and that he owned his own auto repair shop.

Just now, the CSI lab directly used this guy's fingerprint for reverse comparison and confirmed that it matched one of the fingerprints. And because this guy has been in prison, his blood type is recorded in the prison records, which is type B. "

"Do you know his whereabouts?" Brian checked the pistol Jack handed him, put it in his waist, and asked murderously.

Jack shrugged. "Maybe. He has a sister who is a nurse, and coincidentally, she happened to be on sick leave today."

"So you want me to go with you?" Brian's eyes became a little dangerous.

"Don't get me wrong, I just don't want to waste time on applying for a search warrant, but it's not in line with the rules, so I won't bother the NYPD and my colleagues."

Jack had a harmless smile on his face as he said this.

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"I thought you were going to just break in." Standing outside an apartment door, Brian was quite impatient as he watched Jack take out the lock-picking tools.

"Although I really don't care about the complaint, you also have to consider Detective Beckett's career." Jack nodded slightly to Beckett beside him, and his hands were not affected at all. He fiddled with the door lock in a few seconds and then pushed open the door.

Originally he only wanted to bring Brian with him, and told Beckett that he just hoped she could help look after Cassel who was still sleeping. But she insisted on coming along, so he had no choice but to let Jiejie help look after him.

"Who are you?" A young woman was eating potato chips and watching TV in the living room. When she saw several people suddenly break in, she was about to scream.

Jack was quick-witted and knocked her down with a palm strike. Beckett was slightly stunned and whispered, "Is this what you mean by considering my career?"

"Of course, there are unidentified criminals who intend to break into the house and attack the owner. They are scared away by the NYPD detective who happened to pass by and accidentally discover the suspect hiding in the room. What do you think of this story?"

As Jack spoke, he pushed open the bedroom door and pointed the SIG Sauer in his hand at a man who was struggling to get out of bed after hearing the noise.

"Douglas Stevenson, you are under arrest."

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"Where did you send the three kidnapped girls? Where is your partner Roger Hansen? Who hired you?"

Beckett put his hands in his pockets and looked coldly at the man with a bandage on his shoulder, trying hard to act indifferent.

"I have nothing to say." Douglas even smiled.

"So you're willing to take all the blame on yourself? You hit and killed someone with your car, plus you're charged with triple kidnapping. Do you know how many years you'll spend in jail?

Tell me where the three girls are, and I will plead for you in front of the judge. " Beckett said coldly.

"I want to see a lawyer. Also, remember to call an ambulance for me." Douglas turned his head, indicating that he didn't want to waste any more time.

"You are wasting your time." Brian said dissatisfiedly, holding a bottle of "Mr. Muscle" found in the bathroom in his hand.

Jack spread his hands in frustration, "There has to be a process, right?"

After waiting for a few more minutes for the meaningless conversation inside, he finally didn't want to wait any longer and raised his hand to knock on the door, "Kate, it's our turn."

Kate Beckett looked back at the two of them, then left the bedroom with a sullen face and without looking back. Jack gestured to Brian to invite him in, followed him in and closed the door.

Seeing the two people's behavior, Douglas became obviously nervous and subconsciously straightened up in bed.

"I have the right to remain silent. After I said I don't want to talk, you have no right to interrogate me. I won't say anything without a lawyer present."

"I'm not a policeman." Brian said concisely, put "Mr. Muscle" on the table, and took out a pair of pliers from his pocket.

"Uh, I'm from the FBI, but I'm suffering from an emergency condition called 'intermittent blindness' today. If necessary, I can ask the doctor to issue you a certificate later."

Jack leaned against the cabinet at the corner of the bed with an expectant look on his face. He had only seen waterboarding by the CIA before, but judging from Brian's posture, it was obviously another interrogation method he had never seen before.

"Then who are you?" Douglas' face, which was already pale due to excessive blood loss, turned pale in an instant. Just as he was about to dodge, Brian grabbed the wound on his shoulder.

"Ah!" As he screamed, the bandage that originally had only a little blood seeping out was immediately stained red. Brian used such great force that he even dug his finger into the wound.

"I'm going to sue you, both of you." Douglas jumped up on the bed like a fish pulled out of water, kicking his legs desperately, but Brian held him down with just one hand.

"Just pray that you can go to jail alive." Seeing that this guy still didn't understand the situation, Jack pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed an extremely cruel smile.

"Oh! God! Oh! Stop it! Ah!!!"

Listening to the shrill screams coming from the house, Beckett was quite uneasy. It was not because he sympathized with the criminal's plight, but he was simply worried about what would happen if the woman on the sofa who was knocked unconscious by Jack woke up.

In less than 5 minutes, the bedroom door was opened again, and Jack, holding a mobile phone, nodded slightly at her, indicating that it was done.

Beckett looked into the bedroom with some curiosity, and saw Douglas holding his left hand and screaming in pain on the bed.

Two nails on his left hand were pulled out, and what was dripping down was not blood, but dark blue "Mr. Muscular" toilet cleaner.

At this time, the phone in Jack's hand was connected. He walked and said, "Ma'am, it's me. The address is a farm on Highway 301, less than 100 kilometers from here. I need a SWAT team."