As the detectives who were the first to get involved in the case, Jobry and Bain were not in overall charge of the operation, but they were key personnel responsible for the on-site command of the "breakthrough".
This was a high-level raid, and it certainly couldn't have been just the content mentioned in the briefing.
The tasks and guard areas of each group were explained in detail by the detective in charge of the group and the members of the group after the group was formed.
The New York Police Department cannot actually determine the total number of members in this "blood-draining gang".
But it is certain that the key figure is Dr. Hoffman.
Under pressure from above, the police department decided to detain him first before proceeding with the investigation.
This scientist has a private lab near the outskirts of New York City, and has recently secured a large investment to conduct research on some kind of drug.
That's the conclusion drawn from the New York Police Department's investigation.
Police have reason to believe that Dr. Hoffman was involved in a series of blood-related cases, and that his experiments were also related to blood, which constituted a motive for the crimes.
He worked for Barton Biopharmaceuticals, a company controlled by financial tycoon Willman Barton, several years ago, and his sudden departure may have been due to a conflict with his former boss.
The death of his ex-wife from hemorrhage is hard not to connect with the current blood-drawing cases.
Despite the lack of concrete evidence, the New York Police Department still ordered the arrest.
Ultimately, there are reasons for everything!
Yes, there is insufficient evidence, or rather, there is no evidence at all.
But the arrest order was issued.
This would be unimaginable in China, but American police can act so arbitrarily under certain circumstances.
When suspicion reaches a certain level, that's enough.
As for if they make a mistake and arrest the wrong person, it doesn't matter. First of all, this scientist isn't clean, and we can bring up some of his past misdeeds. At most, the matter will just be dropped.
On the eve of the operation, a dozen or so police officers in Jobry's group were putting on protective gear.
Standard uniforms, bulletproof vests, and helmets.
There are two scenarios where a lone hero, dressed in a trench coat and carrying a revolver, goes on a raid: one is an accidental encounter in private or other circumstances, and the other is in a movie.
"Bane, we're going to a lab, so don't touch anything, okay?"
Bain inspected his pistol and shook the gun cleaning cloth.
"Oh, I understand, Mommy Chobri, I promise I won't run around!"
The last word "run" was drawn out very long.
"I really hope your private parts get corroded by strong acid. I'll be watching you then, and I'll pour disinfectant on that thing."
...
The Institute of Life Rhythms is a private laboratory located in the suburbs of New York.
Despite being located near the outskirts of New York, land there is still incredibly valuable, and having such a research facility is a testament to one's financial resources.
Recently, lab work hours have been extending until midnight.
It's 9 p.m., inside a laboratory at the research institute.
Dr. Obiya Hoffman and his newly recruited assistant were observing the changes under the microscope.
The female assistant was very beautiful and had an extremely hot figure; even the white lab coat couldn't hide her curvaceous body.
"Oh my god, this is amazing! The effectiveness of the blood dissolving agent is simply incredible."
"Daishan, quickly write this down. This is the 23rd time for the fat hemolytic experiment. The dissolution rate is over 60%."
The beautiful assistant stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, which were bright red even though she wasn't wearing lipstick.
"Doctor, the video recorder is still on."
As he spoke, he kept jotting down data in his notebook.
...
A dozen police cars had already arrived at the entrance of the laboratory.
With a voice on the walkie-talkie saying "Operation begins."
The institute's power was cut off instantly, plunging the laboratory and other areas into darkness.
Everyone inside was startled by the sudden power outage.
Thirty seconds after the lights went out, the backup power system activated, and the research institute was lit again.
However, by this time, the security guards at the research institute on the perimeter had already been disarmed by the police.
In the monitoring room, the security guard looked at the police cars and police officers that had suddenly appeared outside and was about to pick up the walkie-talkie to notify the other systems.
"Bang."
The door to the monitoring room was kicked open.
"Don't move, we are police officers, put your hands on your head."
One officer stepped forward and handcuffed the security guard, while another watched the footage from various locations on the surveillance camera.
Skipping over some other rooms and people, they quickly found the PhD student and his female assistant, who seemed a little puzzled in the lab.
He reported into the microphone on his collar.
"The monitoring room has been taken control; he is in laboratory number 3."
Just after the report, the policeman noticed that the pretty female assistant in the monitored laboratory looked up at the surveillance camera.
But he only admired her beauty and gave no further comment.
Meanwhile, on several surveillance screens that he didn't notice, two male researchers were also looking up at the surveillance cameras at the same time.
Is this a lucky accident?
The investors that Dr. Hoffman recently secured are actually vampires.
His research was essentially preparation for vampires to advance to the mortal realm in the future.
In a short period of time, many vampires have gained legitimate identities, integrated into society, and acquired considerable resources by utilizing abilities such as nerve control.
It possesses terrifying organization and efficiency.
They have even begun to address the issues of long-term visas and talent recruitment, intending to enter China legally and become Wu You's employees in name only.
Inside Laboratory No. 3.
The female assistant, Daisy, said to the doctor, "Doctor, if anything happens in a moment, please remain calm."
As Obia Hoffman wondered why his assistant was saying this to him, the bulletproof glass door of the laboratory suddenly opened.
Four or five fully armed policemen rushed in, guns at the ready.
The two leading them were none other than Jobri and Bain.
“Police! Hands up, put your hands on your head, let me see your body.”
Almost everyone's wariness was directed at Obia Hoffman; beautiful women are always easy to like.
A woman screamed.
"Hey~ what are you doing?"
The female assistant seemed a little flustered and even tripped over her own feet.
"Oh, ma'am, be careful. We're just police officers, we're just handling a case, nothing will happen."
Seeing that the situation was under control, Bain immediately went to help her up.
Daisy huddled up in fear, but she cooperated by extending her arm so that Bain could help her up.
She whispered a shy "thank you."
At the same time, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that the guns that the police officers had been holding were now relaxed, and their attention had been drawn to her.
Ultrasonic waves, inaudible to the human ear, were emitted from inside the mouth.
"Pat-pat-pat..."
The lights went out again, but this time it wasn't the police who did it.
Bain met a pair of scarlet eyes.
"Ugh..."
Before she could even make a sound, her mouth was covered, and at the same time, she felt a sharp pain in her arm. Within seconds, she became disoriented.
"Da da da da da..."
Before the police in Lab 3 could react, the sound of police submachine guns firing could be heard outside.
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