Inside the office area of the Special Investigation Team, Luo An and Reesi did not respond to Mona's suspenseful words, but simply stood arms crossed, quietly watching her.
Michele, who intended to answer Mona, silently swallowed his words and sat back down.
"…How boring."
Seeing the actions of Luo An and Reesi, Mona muttered under her breath, tapped on the keyboard a few tis, and began to play a video recorded by the surveillance cara, while saying:
"That Sonic was placed incorrectly. The surveillance cara only captured the scene of Anette's husband entering the room with the killer, but did not record any scene of the murder or torture.
Moreover, Anette must have been deceived by the seller. This cara itself is defective; it only recorded video but captured no sound."
"..."x3
Upon hearing this, the corners of Luo An and Michele's mouths twitched, and Reesi swallowed the comnt on her lips, asking:
"So, is this Sonic useless now?"
"No, its toy function still works, except for its lost right eye."
Mona shook her head, continued tapping on the computer keyboard, and switched the surveillance footage to the FBI's internal database, while operating she said:
"No joking now. As I said earlier, this cara only captured the scene of Anette's husband entering the room with the killer. The killer's face is quite clear in the footage.
The FBI internal database has identified the suspect's identity: Sampson Brook."
"Nicely done, I'll reward you with a special steak for dinner... unless we have to work overti tonight."
Luo An patted Mona on the shoulder, bent down to look at the computer, and asked:
"What exactly is the situation with this Sampson?"
Mona rolled her eyes silently but still transferred the information about Sampson onto the computer screen:
"A forr convict, 40 years old, recently released from prison four months ago for assault with a deadly weapon, currently residing in a Halfway House.
In the FBI internal database, he is connected to several murder cases, but has managed to avoid capture due to the lack of critical evidence."
The Halfway House, while comrcially nad so, is actually known in English as "Halfway House," also referred to as "Reintegration Training Site" or "Community Correction Center," a transitional residential community correction facility designed to enhance adaptability to environnts.
The operational costs for federal prisons are extrely high, funded by taxpayer money, so so well-behaved inmates receive approval from judges for parole.
Paroled inmates might struggle to reintegrate into society, or they might have nowhere to go and no ho to live in, thus needing transitional specialized institutions and governnt public housing to accommodate them.
Halfway Houses provide necessary accommodation and uphold privacy for such specific groups, help them plan to reenter society, and offer staff to assist with these issues.
"Let's go, Reesi, let's make another trip out."
After noting down the location of the Halfway House where Sampson resides, Luo An glanced at the ti displayed on the computer, and at the image of the middle-aged white man, Sampson, with a crew cut, then patted Reesi on the arm and headed to the equipnt room:
"If we move quickly, maybe we won't need to work overti tonight."
"OK."
Reesi closely followed Luo An, asking while walking:
"By the way, if we don't work overti tonight, can I have a piece of that special steak you ntioned?"
"..."
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In North Los Angeles, at a Halfway House.
A SWAT troop carrier slowly pulled up to the curb, Luo An and Reesi stepped down from the Special Investigation Team's SUV, waited for the SWAT team to block the back door, and then entered through the main entrance of the Halfway House.
"Hello, FBI."
The head of the Halfway House was a plump elderly white woman nad Adelle. Luo An showed her his golden badge and asked:
"Can you tell us which room Sampson Brook is in? We'd like to have a word with him."
"Sampson?"
Adelle was montarily stunned, then got up from her office and led Luo An and Reesi upstairs. As they walked, she asked:
"What do you want with Sampson? He's very introverted, behaves well on a regular basis, and is quite gentle with everyone."
Hearing her refer to the 40-year-old Sampson as a kid, 25-year-old Luo An's mouth twitched.
But rembering how a witch in the future would call the eighty-year-old federal president a child, Luo An suppressed the urge to complain and replied with a smile:
"We're here to see Sampson precisely because he is too introverted and excessively gentle in dealing with people."
Adelle: "?"
Sampson's room was on the second floor. Luo An and Reesi positioned themselves on either side of the door, and Adelle, following Reesi's instructions, stood to the side and knocked, saying:
"Sampson, there's a package for you downstairs!"
"Okay, thank you, I'll be right down!"
As Adelle finished speaking, a man's voice responded from the room.
Reesi pulled Adelle behind them, and a few seconds later, just as expected, the door began to slowly open from the inside.
As the door gradually widened, Reesi's lips slightly curled into a smile.
The next second, the opening door suddenly halted, and the person inside fiercely slamd the door shut. Seeing this, Luo An didn't hesitate and kicked the door:
"FBI! Open The Door!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The mont Luo An burst into the room, Sampson imdiately fired three shots towards the door. Luo An swiftly rolled to dodge the bullets, but Sampson took the opportunity to hide deeper inside the room.
"F*ck! Starts shooting the mont he sees us, what an introvert!"
Luo An, holding his gun, quickly followed, while Reesi told Adelle to leave quickly and also took out her pistol and followed closely.
The back of the room had a kitchen attached to a bathroom. Luo An didn't bother to judge the room designer's decisions, because the kitchen window had been removed, and Sampson had already climbed out through the window from the second floor.
"SWAT team! Suspect is running East!"
After glancing at the street outside, Luo An imdiately pressed the communicator to notify the SWAT team to move to the east side and block Sampson, then grabbed the iron fra of the window and climbed out, chasing Sampson eastward.
"*#%..."
Reesi looked at the window, her eyelid twitching as she muttered a few curses under her breath and quickly scrambled out.
Sampson was running fast, and deliberately chose crowded streets. His escape tactics were also dirty, as he knocked over trash cans and even pushed pedestrians to create obstacles for Luo An chasing him.
The streets were too crowded, and Luo An, concerned about causing accidental injuries, did not dare to shoot recklessly.
However, the obstacles Sampson created were practically nothing for the agile Luo An, who dodged left and right, rapidly closing the distance between them under Sampson's shocked gaze.
anwhile, the SWAT team wasn't slow either; they quickly drove to the road where Sampson was headed, and seeing them, Sampson's brow furrowed deeply. Taking advantage of the SWAT team's brief mont of disarray, he imdiately turned left into a small alley.
Seeing Sampson enter the alley, Luo An touched the stun grenade at his waist, grinned, and quickly followed.
At the sa ti, Reesi was also quickly running forward on another street at the end of the alley. Hearing Luo An ntion Sampson's direction over the communicator, she too drew her gun and turned into the alley.
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