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"These people are either divorced or separated, all single, and temporarily unemployed for various reasons. Even if they disappear, it will not attract attention. They are simply perfect victims."

Jack roughly compared the information of several people and couldn't help but be shocked. It seems that lying down also has risks.

"You mean there's something wrong with that drug trial?" Hannah looked at them.

Konow shook her head. Her petite figure standing in front of Hannah made the two of them look like they could have just gone and filmed a Beauty and the Beast movie without any makeup.

"That pharmaceutical company should not be involved, and the entire trial has legal procedures."

"The problem lies with Ken Tanner. He is the only one who has complete information about these people." Cheng Hao looked at Jack, "You reminded me to investigate his financial situation, and then I found a lot of problems.

A few months ago, this guy was on the verge of bankruptcy. His mortgage and car loans were all overdue, and all his credit cards were maxed out. But just last month, a remittance of $500,000 saved his life. "

"Where does the remittance come from?" Karen narrowed her eyes slightly.

"This was the longest part. I used some connections to speed up the investigation. The source of the money transfer came from a company called 'CF&Q'."

Cheng Hao connected his mobile phone to his computer and pulled up several bank statements.

"That's the company owned by Comescu." Karen recognized the company at a glance.

"Uh, I thought NCIS had wiped out all of his family's businesses?" Danny looked at the two NCIS agents in confusion.

"All the illegal industries," Karen corrected.

"OK, anyway, things have basically figured out." Jack has almost figured out the whole thing. Things are not complicated. What they lacked before was just enough information.

"Comescu obtained smallpox viruses from Montemarie's vaccine research laboratory. In order to verify the effectiveness of these viruses, he bribed Ken Tanner and selected four innocent people with backgrounds that would not attract attention from the drug trial list he had as experimental mice.

Palmer's escape should have been just an accident. As a veteran, he burst out with an extraordinary will to survive, which was an unexpected factor.

After realizing that Palmer's escape might lead to the exposure of the entire experiment, Comescu began to clean up the mess. First, he killed Ken Tanner and disguised it as suicide to delay time. The next step was."

Jack didn't finish his words, but the others obviously understood what he meant next.

"We have to find their experimental base as soon as possible. The remaining three test subjects may still be alive, and they will be killed soon." Karen pointed at the photos of three people on the screen.

Although there is little hope, Jack said secretly in his heart.

There is no specific medicine for smallpox virus so far, and immunity can only be provided through vaccination. The reason why Palmer escaped from the laboratory and survived until he returned home for help, in addition to his tenacious will to survive, was probably because he had been vaccinated in the army.

The other three people on the screen have no military experience and have never been vaccinated. In theory, they cannot last longer than Palmer.

But no matter what, we must find Comescu's virus laboratory as soon as possible. Firstly, there may still be hope, and secondly, there may be more victims.

"I'll notify HPD and mobilize all police forces to try to find Comescu's whereabouts or identify any suspicious locations." Danny was about to pick up his phone, but was stopped by Jack.

"I don't think it's necessary." Jack's fingers slid across the screen quickly. "Don't you think that Comescu's one-time payment of $50 to Ken Tanner is a bit too much? He only spent a total of $6000 on those virus vials."

His finger stopped on one of the bank statements and double-clicked to enlarge it. "After Ken Tanner received the money, he spent almost half on paying off bank bills, but the other half was also spent on buying..."

"Hospital bed and life monitor?" everyone exclaimed.

"That's not all." Jack pointed at the item with the highest amount. "Negative pressure air purification system. The total price and installation cost is $14. We actually saw something similar not long ago."

Danny suddenly realized, "The isolation ward at Hawaii Medical Center!"

"Yes, that's right. Ken Tanner was much more involved than we previously thought, and he was also involved in the construction of the laboratory."

Jack Googled the manufacturer that sold the equipment and quickly inquired about the delivery and installation address over the phone. He looked at several locals with some confusion.

"There's a place called Sand Island near Oahu? They said the equipment was delivered to a warehouse on Sand Island."

"Of course." Kono raised a sarcastic smile, "Do you know what Sand Island was called in the past?"

"What?" Hannah asked in a very amusing tone.

"Isolation island." Cheng Hao gave the answer.

"That sounds like something related to an infectious disease." Danny was about to go out. "Hopefully we can still make it to the party."

But the next moment Jack called out to him, "Wait a minute, are you planning to deal with a bunch of dangerous guys selling biological weapons like this?"

As he said this, he patted his waist, where there was only a pitiful little pistol.

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A black Suburban, a silver Camaro and a red Chevrolet Malibu, three cars were speeding on the highway near the coast.

Cheng Hao was in charge of driving the Saab team. Jack was sitting in the passenger seat, sorting out his equipment, including a police bulletproof vest, a ceramic plug plate, a communicator, and an AR-15 rifle.

What kind of task force is specially appointed by the governor? Their equipment is so shabby? The only sniper rifle Jack saw in the "Five-O" gun cabinet just now was an outdated Remington 700P, which was obviously a second-hand item.

"So, do you drive your own cars when you are on missions?" Jack asked tentatively. The red Malibu leading the way seemed to be Kono's car.

"We will receive some subsidies from above. After all, we are only a group that has been established for less than two years. Although we have some special grants from the state, we are definitely not as wealthy as your FBI." Cheng Hao didn't seem to understand what Jack meant.

"Well, I mean, what if it gets damaged during a mission?" Jack asked tentatively.

"Go find HPD's vehicle maintenance department, their craftsmanship is quite good." Cheng Hao didn't understand why he cared about this.

Jack's cheek twitched. "I mean, the kind that can't be fixed."

Cheng Hao was stunned for a moment, as if he had never thought about this question before. "So, are your FBI missions usually so dangerous?"