NOVEL NEXT Chapter 252 Surveillance, Sudden Gunfight_3
This must be why the building's security didn't notice the failure of these two surveillance cameras for over half an hour.
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"The lead's gone cold again..." Harry looked at Dean with disappointment. "Dean, the target is too cautious. He didn't disguise himself as building staff to sneak into the office but simply took out the cameras. What do we do next to investigate?"
"What's so cautious about this?"
Dean chuckled lightly as he walked to the desk in the surveillance room. He examined the duty roster before finally pointing to a photo of a rugged-looking Caucasian. "This guy will point us in the right direction for the investigation," he said. "Go have Ms. Indy call this fellow over for us."
"Right!"
As if struck by a thought, Dean beckoned Carlo over and murmured something in his ear.
Carlo, not knowing what he'd heard, had widened eyes and finally nodded emphatically, following Harry out of the surveillance room.
Left in the surveillance room, Cheston En found it unusual to be alone with Dean. He looked for a conversation topic. "Detective Dean," he asked, "is there something wrong with the guy on the wall?"
Dean shook his head. "This guy was on duty in the surveillance room on the day the target took action," he said. "Cheston En, ask yourself, would you brazenly tamper with the monitors knowing full well there's always someone manning the surveillance room 24 hours a day?"
Upon hearing this, Cheston En's eyes brightened. Right! If the target is that cautious, then it means that when they made their move, they were quite certain the security guard on duty wouldn't notice their trickery. There might be a clue to the killer on the security guard who was on duty!
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The building's security worked in shifts.
Today just happened to be the day the Caucasian guard was on day patrol.
So after waiting for about ten minutes, a burly, rugged-looking Caucasian male in a security uniform appeared in the surveillance room.
"Hello, I'm a detective chief. There are some matters I'd like to discuss with you!"
The Caucasian guard, approached by police detectives, was somewhat uneasy.
He shook Dean's hand awkwardly, then rubbed his hands together and glanced around. "Chief Detective," he said, "you can call me Bobby. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Were you on duty in the surveillance room on May 27th?"
At the mention of the date, Bobby's demeanor shifted slightly. He tilted his head, seemingly about to deny it, but then hesitated and nodded. "Yes, I was on duty," he affirmed, "but nothing happened in the building!"
Seeing his obvious reaction, Dean understood.
He sighed. "Mr. Bobby, we actually brought you here to help you. This case involves a very sick and brutal serial killer. It's a pity you don't want to cooperate. I hope that after we leave, he doesn't receive the news and come to silence you!"
Having said this, Dean signaled to Harry and Cheston En, preparing to leave.
The next moment, Bobby stood in front of the three men, his rugged face displaying regret. "FK, I knew there was something wrong with that night's fling!!!"
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As it turned out, on May 27th, while Bobby was on his way to the building, a woman throwing stones happened to break his windshield.
Cursing, Bobby got out of the car, intending to demand compensation.
However, the woman claimed to be penniless.
When Bobby was about to report the incident, the woman pleaded for mercy. She offered to stay with him for the night as compensation, but only for that night since she was leaving Los Angeles the next day.
Although the woman was average-looking, Bobby, who was not fussy, couldn't resist!
The car could be covered by insurance anyway.
A long night with a woman to ease the boredom seemed splendid.
So, he took the woman back to the surveillance room, and they spent a night of passion...
"I swear, I'm telling the truth!"
Bobby clutched his chest and swore to heaven.
Dean pointed to the surveillance equipment. "I want to see what that woman looked like on the footage!"
Hearing this, Bobby's rugged, pale face turned even whiter.
He looked helplessly at the control panel and stammered, "That woman said she didn't want people to find out about us being together. She wanted me to delete the videos... and I didn't want anyone to find out I brought a woman to the surveillance room, so... it's gone. The footage of me bringing her in is all gone!"
Hearing this, Dean frowned. "Appearance-wise, do you remember what she looked like or any distinguishing features?"
Bobby frantically nodded.
"She looked young, wore smokey makeup, and was drunk. She seemed to have just gotten out of a breakup, which is why she was throwing stones on the roadside to vent.
Oh, and she had a lot of condoms in her bag. She was kind of like a street prostitute. We have many foreign workers here, so it's common for street prostitutes to look for business around here.
You guys could ask them, and they will surely be able to find that woman!"
Dean wanted to say more, but the next moment, BANG BANG BANG—intense gunfire ripped through the thick door of the surveillance room from the outside corridor.
This was followed by mixed screams of men and women and the furious slamming of doors and yelling.
Amidst the chaos, everyone could hear a familiar voice cursing, "You damn bitch, drop the hostage!"
"Carlo!"
Upon hearing this voice, Harry's expression changed.
He drew his revolver from his waist and immediately rushed out of the surveillance room, only to be tripped by a corpse lying in a pool of blood. He looked down.
It was Indy, the supervisor who had greeted them before!
She had several gunshot wounds, her black glasses thrown aside, her chest still and silent.
What on earth was going on???