Brooklyn!
Lake and Joe pulled over to the side of the road.
get off.
Qiao looked at a house across the street, checked his phone, and said, "This is the IP address that sent the email. Let's go."
Lake grabbed Joe.
Joe turned to look at Lake: "What's wrong?"
Lake didn't say anything, but took the lead and walked in front of Joe.
Joe behind him blinked.
Hopefully the Hydra guys are gone.
Lake sighed in his heart, and as he slowly walked to the door, he thought to himself that if nothing unexpected happened, the person in this house who sent the anonymous email to Joe's mailbox must have died.
Boom boom boom!
No one answered the door.
It must be dead. After all, looking through the window, the light in the living room is on.
"Has the search warrant been filed?"
"It's out."
"Um."
Lake nodded, took the Glock in his hand, and kicked the door directly.
Bang!
The door lock snapped.
"NYPD!"
Lake and Joe entered the room with guns. The room was very tidy, and there was a cup of coffee on the dining table. However, there seemed to be no one in the living room and the backyard.
Joe walked to the dining table and touched the cup of coffee: "It's still warm."
Lake and Joe went to check separately.
but...
When Lake was about to go upstairs, he heard Joe's shouting as he went to check the basement.
"Lake, this way!"
Lake turned around and walked down the stairs to the basement.
Catch the eye.
A body was tied to an iron chair, with its head lowered and its feet placed in a basin of water. The air was filled with the smell of burnt meat.
I knew it.
Lake raised an eyebrow and put the Glock back on his waist.
Joe retracted his finger and shook his head at Lake: "Dead."
Lake took out his cell phone and called the NYPD office.
Just then.
Boom!
Suddenly, a sound came from above the basement, which was the living room.
Lake and Joe looked at each other, quickly drew their guns, and prepared to go up and check.
With a bang.
The door to the basement was closed and locked from the outside.
"Shit!"
"Get out of the way."
Lake pulled Joe away and fired the Glock directly at the door lock.
Bang!
By the time Lake and Joe unlocked the door and rushed out, the person who had just been in the room had already left. At the same time, the videos of several surveillance cameras on the street before this time were also destroyed from the Internet, but the videos of people running away were left.
but...
Several surveillance cameras flickered, and in their database, the surveillance data that had just been completely deleted appeared again.
Half an hour later.
The New York Police Department's Forensic Science Division came over.
About another half an hour.
A police officer from the forensic department came over and said to Lake, who was smoking outside, "Sir, you can go in and collect the evidence."
Lake hummed.
The study on the second floor of the house was in a mess at the moment. All the books on the bookshelf were scattered on the floor. Even the computer host over there had been moved out, and the hard drive inside was gone.
Hydra is panicking.
You've made such a mess here, isn't that telling everyone that there's something fishy about the Howard and Stark case? Making them disappear is the right thing to do.
Lake looked at the missing hard drive and shook his head. So, Hydra's failure was not without reason. With that kind of IQ, even though they had more people than SHIELD, what was the use?
Now, even without evidence, the conditions for restart are fully met.
This person just sent the video and then died. No one would believe it if they said it was an accidental death. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could tell from the scene in the basement that he had been tortured.
He probably wanted to get the name of the little boy from this person.
I don't know if I got it.
Joe walked in from outside: "Lake, we found the surveillance camera at the city traffic department."
Lake turned and looked.
On the way.
As Joe drove, he handed the tablet to Lake.
Lake looked down and saw on the flat-screen monitor that a guy was running out of the house in a panic. He was very fast, but he was still accurately captured by the surveillance camera.
only...
This thing doesn't look like Hydra.
Lake looked at the person on the surveillance camera and thought to himself, could this be Hydra's back-up plan?
Moreover, the person who appeared in the surveillance video has been identified in the database by the New York Police Department's facial recognition system.
"Cole Hunter, male, 30 years old, a habitual criminal, ranging from petty theft to armed robbery. He was sentenced six months ago and was released on parole ten days ago. He currently lives not far from here."
Joe, who was driving, hung up the phone with a look of surprise on his face. "I just contacted this guy's parole officer. He's been wearing an electronic anklet since he was released from prison. We just confirmed that his location appeared on this street an hour ago."
Lake raised an eyebrow.
All right.
I was stupid. Hydra really had a trick up its sleeve and found a scapegoat.
Ding-a-ling!
"Hello!"
"Sir, Cole Hunter's position has moved."
"where?"
"You're three blocks from Nineteenth Street."
"squeak!"
Joe instantly applied the parking brake, then started the car again, turned the car around, and headed quickly towards 19th Street.
At the New York Police Department Information Center, a police officer who retrieved the data from the electronic anklet was telling Joe Cole Hunter's location in real time over the phone.
Wow wow wow wow!
A blue car had police lights and sirens flashing on top. Joe was a very good driver, driving at 80 mph on a road where the speed limit was 40 mph.
Lake, who was sitting in the passenger seat, held the pull ring tightly with his right hand, and broke out in a cold sweat as he watched Joe's technique of taking advantage of gaps in the road.
If you are not careful, the result will definitely be a car crash and death.
"Sir, he's three hundred meters away from you. On your right, he's heading from the 19th block to the 40th block."
"good."
Lake's eyes fell on the intersection three hundred meters away. For some reason, Lake suddenly had a feeling that he seemed to know what tricks Hydra was playing.
Scapegoat and escape?
Cole Hunter, who was driving his car to escape from New York City, wiped his forehead, listened to the alarm sound coming from behind, gritted his teeth, looked at the traffic light at the intersection not far away, stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, and prepared to force his way through.
but.
At this moment, a large truck driving normally appeared.
Boom!
Cole Hunt's car, which ran a red light, was instantly hit by the truck and hit the side. It was knocked away, flipped twice in the air, and then fell heavily to the ground.
…
Can I get a recommendation? If not, I'll ask again later.