You're a US police officer, what are you thinking about going back to the East for?

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"Alright, Leon."

Sergeant Danfoss closed the notebook, put it back in his breast pocket, and patted Leon's shoulder heavily.

"Tonight's events are now over. The child was saved, the suspect is dead, and although the process was a bit brutal, the outcome is good."

"Let's talk about the statements tomorrow. Everyone's tired, let's call it a day. Leave the rest of the investigation to the forensic department. Once they've bagged that headless guy and taken him away, this place is no longer our concern."

Danfoss glanced at the cell phone, which was in a transparent evidence bag and had been taken from the headless kidnapper.

"The forensic technicians will try to recover the data from this thing to see if they can trace it back to its supplier or buyer."

"But you know how slow that is. It'll probably be a month before this phone is scheduled to be available."

"If we need to arrest more people later, we might have to trouble ACU again."

The speaker has no intention, the listener has the heart.

"A month?"

Lyon's previously somewhat dim eyes suddenly sharpened.

By next month, the daylilies will be too cold, and the clues will have long since vanished without a trace.

Just then, several private cars and SUVs without their police lights on stopped outside the cordon with the screech of their brakes.

The car door opened, and Harrison, along with the remaining ACU team members, rushed over, all fully armed and looking hurried.

They rushed over after receiving the message from various scattered sweeping points.

"Boss! I heard Carlos is dead?"

The bulldozer, carrying a Remington 870, roared with a fierce look, clearly having only heard half of the broadcast.

"You're nothing, you just have a broken knee, you won't die."

Lyon replied irritably, then looked at Danfoss.

"We can't wait that long."

His eyes narrowed, and without any warning, he suddenly reached out and roughly snatched the bag containing the cell phone from the hand of the young police officer next to him who was preparing to seal the evidence bag.

"Huh?! Commander Vance? This is evidence..."

The young police officer was startled.

"Evidence my ass."

"Here you go, Kevin!"

Leon cursed and threw the evidence bag at Kevin, who had just arrived.

"Forget about procedures, just look here and check it! The faster the better!"

"I need to know who that bastard last contacted before he died, what software he used, and where he got the job!"

Kevin fumbled for the phone, nearly slipping it to the ground.

He glanced at Leon, who was covered in blood, and his face, which had been flushed from rushing, instantly turned serious.

Although the specific details are unknown, since Carlos broke his leg, this must be a serious matter.

"Understood, boss!"

Without saying a word, Kevin grabbed his phone and rushed back to his car, which was his mobile workstation containing expensive decryption equipment.

Danfoss watched this scene, opened his mouth, and finally rolled his eyes helplessly.

This is a serious violation of regulations.

This case is not nominally under the jurisdiction of the ACU, but the unauthorized interception of key evidence and unauthorized technical cracking could, if the prosecutor finds out, even render the entire chain of evidence invalid.

But Danfoss only glanced at the junior officer whose evidence bag had been snatched, then looked up at the dark night sky, whistled softly, and strolled to the other side with his hands behind his back, pretending to check the police tape.

"Oh my, the moon is so bright tonight."

As a veteran police officer, Danfoss knew better than anyone that for cases like these where time was of the essence, following the proper procedures could sometimes be the biggest obstacle.

Moreover, he was just a patrol sergeant; he was working for the ACU and didn't see anything.

"..."

The young police officer paused for a moment, then immediately lowered his head and pretended to adjust his belt.

Since the sergeant is blind, then he must be blind too.

Inside the car, Kevin's fingers flew across the keyboard.

"These street thugs usually use cheap Android phones or prepaid disposable phones."

"They usually don't make direct phone calls, because that would make them too easy to be caught by the NSA or local police department's cell tower triangulation."

Anyone with a modicum of common sense would use encrypted chat software.

"This guy is using Telegram, an encrypted messaging app, and he has set it to self-destruct after reading."

"But this guy is clearly not the type to have any brains; he's probably afraid he'll forget the way. I found a screenshot in his photo recycle bin that he had just deleted."

Kevin turned the computer screen around to show it to Leon and the people who had gathered around, including Harrison:

"The timestamp on the document was a few minutes after he escaped the police and hid in this hotel. This should be the transaction location sent to him by his supplier."

On the screen was a blurry photograph.

The photo was taken in a car on a rainy night. The light was dim, and through the rain-soaked windshield, you could vaguely see a narrow back alley with extremely exaggerated fluorescent graffiti on the walls. In the distance, there was a back door lit up with pink and purple neon lights.