Scott Green.
Kevin Yoshino.
I hope we can find clues related to Hunter from these two retired officers...
Mumu Shisan calmed down his thoughts:
"Agent James, what is the identity of this last suspect?"
He looked at the short-haired man in the photo, with thin cheeks and thick and messy eyebrows, like two sharp blades, highlighting the other's majesty.
This...could he be another veteran of the Navy?
Just when Mu Mu Thirteen was about to think this, he heard James Blake say:
"His name is Mark Spencer, and he is a former commander of the Navy."
"..."
Each one is really more powerful than the other... Mumu Thirteen was silent for a moment: "Even the former commander of the navy..."
"No, there should be no direct connection between Spencer and Hunter," James Blake shook his head: "He is a consultant to the US military living in Japan, and the suspicion is the least. According to our investigation, in the Silver Star Medal incident Now Hunter has almost no friends around him, so if Hunter really wants to find someone for help, he might turn to the former commander."
"That's it." Mumu Shisan nodded noncommittally.
"But if the person who assisted Hunter is really him, it means that before catching Hunter, it will be difficult for us to get any useful information from this person."
Shiratori Rensaburo is not optimistic about this.
Although it is an eternal truth in the officialdom that people take tea to cool down, but a skinny camel is bigger than a horse. Being able to sit in such a position that is as spreadable as "AIDS" often means that it is no longer oneself, but behind the scenes. Huge interest groups.
He really didn't want to assume that, but if there really was Mark Spencer behind this incident, maybe the case would have reached its limit once Hunter was found.
Because it is impossible for such people to do anything by themselves, the corresponding clues will not be left at all.
"Anyway, since there is suspicion, we can only ask first." Mumu Shisan said.
"Well..." Shiratori Rensaburo nodded: "Then Agent James, we..."
"Spencer, it's not convenient for the FBI to come forward for the time being, uh..."
James Blake blurted out, seeming to notice the change in mood of the two police officers, and said hurriedly:
"This is a special instruction from the headquarters, because even information related to a retired commander cannot be leaked by us."
But the news about a former Navy petty officer and a former Marine Corps staff sergeant is irrelevant, right?
It's obvious that the FBI didn't want to offend the military's top brass, yet it made such a high-sounding statement.
Megure Thirteen and Shiratori Rensaburo curled their lips, further understanding the hypocrisy of the FBI in front of them.
At this moment, the door of the conference room was gently pushed open.
A middle-aged man with a haggard face who had been working overtime in the search class all year round came in.
He looked around at the people in the room, finally looked at Memu Thirteen, and said:
"Police Department, we have successfully unlocked the deceased's mobile phone."
He placed a transparent evidence bag on the table. "There is only a phone number in the address book marked as Commander Spencer."
As soon as this statement came out, there was a commotion in the conference room.
Megure Thirteen and Shiratori Rensaburo didn't care to continue to despise James Blake, and suddenly leaned in front of the mobile phone.
After a moment of silence, Mumu Shisan finally picked up the phone, pressed the dial button and put the receiver to his ear.
"..."
There was no ringtone or familiar dial tone.
Mumu Shisan said softly: "Why can't we get through?"
"let me see."
Rensaburo Shiratori looked closer and noticed that the sign on the screen said no signal.
"Police department, the mobile phone card has been destroyed." The police officer from the technical department said belatedly.
James Blake said solemnly: "The murderer is indeed a professional. The purpose of destroying the phone card should be to prevent the conversation between the two from being transmitted back by possible eavesdropping equipment when the deceased was tortured."
What should I do... Although the headquarters listed Mark Spencer's information, I just wanted to go through the motions.
The deceased was a member of Spencer's former commander. If the murderer happened to be Hunter, then no matter what the cause of the matter, these two people would eventually be involved.
Something about Mark Spencer flashed through his mind.
He was a former commander with extensive military experience and a politician who liked to play with power.
James Blake couldn't help but frown, and there was a surge of complicated emotions in his heart.
After a while...
He took a deep breath to calm down.
It's not the worst yet, at least the one investigating the case now is the Metropolitan Police Department.
He looked at Memu Thirteen. He originally thought that the police officer would at least hesitate for a moment after learning the details. Unexpectedly, the other party actually directly compared the number in the address book and called him with his mobile phone.
Du-du-du--
The phone rang for dozens of seconds before being picked up.
A slightly older voice came from the other end:
"Hello? Who is this?"
Mark Spencer.
James Blake recognized the voice.
Here, Memu Thirteen did not waste time and said directly: "This is the Metropolitan Police Department. I am Memu from the Investigation Section. A man was shot and killed around early this morning. We found you on his mobile phone. Number, please, are you Mr. Spencer? We need to know the identity of the deceased."
He briefly described the physical features of the deceased.
"..."
Mark Spencer on the other end of the phone seemed to be trying to determine the authenticity of the news. After a moment of silence, he replied:
"I'm Mark Spencer and my driver did not show up for work this morning. His name is Carlos Lee."
really……
Mumu Thirteen frowned and said, "Mr. Spencer, because the last person the deceased contacted was you, you need to cooperate with us in investigating this murder case."
"..."
There was another silence on the other end of the phone.
Of course, this kind of behavior is completely speechless when it comes to small people, but when it comes to big people, it feels inexplicably oppressive.
"Mr. Spencer...are you listening?" Mumu Shisan asked.
"Um……"
Mark Spencer pondered and said:
"I made an appointment with the doctor to come to my home for a check-up later. The phone call Carlos made to me last night was to ask about my schedule for today. As for where he went and what he did after that, I have never I don’t want to interfere with employees’ activities after get off work, but... I hope your police will investigate the murder of Carlos seriously, and I will have someone go over to follow up on this incident later.”
"In this case, let's let our people visit you."
Mumu Shisan hurriedly said: "There are some things that I need to ask Mr. Spencer in person."
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