Rex took the photo, took a look at it, put it down, turned around and walked to the desk, picked up his reading glasses and put them on, then came back to pick up the photo and continued to look at it.
"These are photos of several suspects we found. This one and this one. They are cousins, but look..."
Sheriff Vaughn pointed to a few photos to Rex and first introduced the relationships between several of the people in them. Most of them were cousins, distant relatives, etc., but the most annoying thing was that these so-called cousins, some had black hair, and some had blond hair.
Maybe for some places, such as America where there is a lot of racial confusion, such things may seem unimportant, but this is Wales, the race is very single, either Celts or Anglo-Saxons, there are people with black hair... but not many, even if they are relatives, it is impossible for yellow and black to be mixed.
"Also... I found out from my investigation that their physiology... ahem... is different from that of ordinary people. They are very likely Jewish. There are so many Jews gathered together. The one who died a while ago was also a Jew."
Vaughn gestured to Rex with a somewhat obscene expression.
“Oh…Oh!!!”
Rex suddenly realized and took out the last photo of an old man and started looking at it.
"This man is called Clements, and he is this man's uncle. We visited a few locals and asked them about it. It is said that this Clements went abroad to study in his early years, and later came back to open a clinic. His adoptive father had already passed away."
"Clements? This name sounds like a local name."
Throughout Wales, many people like to end their names with "Sze", which is a standard Welsh name. But after Vaughan's introduction, these people are the nephews of Clements, which is a bit problematic.
"Yes, I also retrieved the old files and looked through them. There is no Jewish ancestry in his family, and he has no wife, but now he has several Jewish relatives."
"Hmm?" Rex took a closer look at Clements' photo and murmured, "You suspect he's Jewish too?"
"It's possible, but... we can't be sure."
When those young guys go out to play with girls, everything is visible once they take off their pants, but this Clements is different. He is old and doesn't go out to play... What should he do? He can't rush to the hospital in the middle of the night to force a check, right?
"What about other clues?"
"Surgical clinics like his often need some imported rejection drugs or accessories, so he often goes to Swansea and Cardiff to purchase them. Every time he goes there, he sails a ship."
"sail?!"
"Yes, they have a cargo boat."
After listening to Vaughn's words, Rex stood up and walked to the map on the wall.
He glanced at the location on the map and asked, "From your place to Cardiff, this kind of boat will probably take more than a day to sail?"
"About ten knots."
After hearing this data, Rex was obviously much more excited. Looking at it this way, the suspicion is indeed very strong!
"Is there any record of them going out to sea during the days when the incident occurred?"
Vaughn walked behind Rex and said awkwardly, "No, they just went to Cardiff ten days ago and haven't been out recently."
“…”
The smile on Rex's face suddenly froze. He thought he had found a breakthrough, but something went wrong at the last moment.
"You haven't been out in the last few days? You were in Cardiff only ten days ago?"
Rex stared at the map. If they had dropped a few people somewhere on the road when they went out ten days ago and just waited quietly, would this be possible?
Anyway, now that he has finally found some reliable clues, to be on the safe side, Rex decided to report his work. He was unsure about this matter. It was hard for him to judge whether to catch them or continue to watch them. After all, Vaughn knew very little about the inside story. This group of people were not ordinary murderers. They might be a group of professional spies or agents. Their combat effectiveness was unknown. If they really had to fight... If there were heavy casualties and the people were not caught, then Rex would be dead!
…
"Well, Vaughn, you go stay in town first. We'll have dinner together tonight. I'm going to go out and do something. We can talk when I come back."
Rex grabbed his hat and prepared to go out.
"Hey! Wait!"
Vaughn's heart beat faster when he saw Rex getting ready to leave. He was not stupid. Rex was in such a hurry to go out to do something. At his level, where else could he go?
Isn't this the opportunity he's been longing for?
"I drove here. I'll take you wherever you want to go!"
Vaughan tried.
"you……"
Rex subconsciously wanted to agree, but before he could say it, his brain reacted and he stared at the smiling Vaughn.
This thing...
"Vaughn, you don't need to help me with my business. You must be tired after all the way here. Find a place to stay and rest for a while. We can talk about it in the evening."
"This..." Vaughn looked at Rex, whose eyes were full of vigilance, with an unnatural expression, and could only laugh dryly and said, "Well, if you need me to provide any details, feel free to contact me."
"I will!"
…
"Cousin, can you ask them to help you catch a little tiger for me?"
"not good!"
"Cousin, can you give me this one of yours as a Christmas present?"
"not good!"
"cousin……"
"If you keep talking, I'll send you to Siberia and let you find a tiger on your own, okay?"
"not good……"
Harry pursed his lips and looked at the dog playing happily on the grass with some envy.
There was also a stupid bird nearby that would fly over from time to time and slap Dahuang, then fly away making a strange cry, looking very mean.
Alan was wearing a tweed coat and was teasing the little tiger while being perfunctory with Harry.
Harry came back early today and hadn't gone in to put his things away yet. When he was in the car, he saw a strange little thing on the lawn. When he got out, he saw that it was his cousin who had brought another new toy.
For Harry, his cousin has always been his target since he was a child. Everything he does is unique to him. He used to play with Mavericks, then Big Bird, and later he even got a tiger cub. This naughty kid has no resistance to these things.
…
"Did you have piano lessons today?"
Alan grabbed the rhubarb that was playing happily on the ground. It seemed that the little thing couldn't see clearly and couldn't see far. Anyway, it ran around happily when put on the ground. When it was picked up, it subconsciously wanted to bite people, and it opened its mouth and bit randomly. Maybe it hasn't adapted to the environment of its new home yet.
"I won't go. The teacher's level is not good. He can't play as well as you. Cousin... I want to learn from you. Can you teach me?"
Harry stared at the little tiger in Alan's hand, his mouth full of compliments.
“…”
He's the vice-president of the Royal Academy of Music, and you say his level is not good enough.
Alan's face turned red when he was praised by Harry, and he subconsciously looked around. Fortunately... there were only a few servants on duty in the distance, so no outsiders heard it.
"Go away and stay in class."
Alan deliberately picked up Da Huang and threw him onto Harry.
“Ouch!”
Although there was clothing between them, the little thing had a big mouth, and it was as if someone had pinched it hard. Harry's cry was so loud that it scared the big yellow dog that was biting him.
…
"Master, Rex is here. He said he made a major discovery and wanted to report it to you."
"Oh? Ask him to come over."
Alan kicked Harry, who was in tears, on the back. He didn't use too much force, but it made Harry stagger.
"Go to class, I need to talk to someone."
"oh……"
Harry looked at the little tiger in Alan's arms, feeling angry and reluctant to let it go. It was not until Rex came jogging over that he walked back, looking back every few steps.
…
"Master, a great discovery. The people below provided a very important piece of information. I feel that this group of people is very suspicious, and I am a little unsure."
Rex saw Allen take off his hat and salute, then put it under his armpit. He then took out the briefcase and repeated to Allen the photos and what Vaughn had reported to him.
"Are you saying that this Clements should be a key figure?"
"Yes, but now we are afraid of alerting the enemy and we are also afraid that the other party will be on guard. You see..."
The Welsh police are usually only equipped with revolvers, and not even many bulletproof vests, mainly because they are not used for a long time!
We have to rely on those old policemen with big bellies. If they go to catch this group of people, the casualties will probably be quite high.
…
"Um……"
Alan handed the photo back to Rex and walked slowly forward holding Dahuang.
The clothes on his arm were bitten by this little thing again. Alan went straight to it and slapped Dahuang on the forehead, making it scream.
Alan doesn't tolerate this little thing with a bad temper at all. What's wrong with the Siberian tiger?
Bad temper?
Just beat it from a young age. If this thing even bites its owner, then why keep it?
Only by educating it from a young age will it have psychological shadows and become obedient when it grows up.
"Then arrest him and question him first. It doesn't matter if you arrest the wrong person. Even if you really arrest the wrong person, the worst that can happen is that you can just let him go."
Alan didn't care about the suspicion of this group of people. His philosophy was to rather catch the wrong person than let him go. Anyway, there had been no breakthrough so far and he might as well be doing nothing.
After giving the instructions, he took two more steps and found that Rex behind him did not respond. Alan turned his head and saw the embarrassment on Rex's face. Suddenly, he realized the problem belatedly.
"How many of them are there?"
"nine."
“How many people can Pembrokeshire Constabulary mobilize?”
"Well... I estimate that there are no more than 20 people with combat capability, and there are more than a dozen who are just pretending."
Don’t think that a county police department has too few police officers. This is already a lot!
These are official police officers with a regular post, not temporary workers who help maintain law and order. It is impossible to bring them along for this operation.
"What about you here?"
"I...we can also mobilize more than 30 people here."
Rex blushed. They were not much better than Pembrokeshire.
"That's enough. You will be responsible for the peripheral support when the time comes. I will arrange people to arrest you."
Alan narrowed his eyes. This sounded exciting, so he decided to go over and take a look.
"Then Master..."
"Go back and prepare first. Follow Vaughn to Pembroke County for investigation. Find out the exact location of their personnel and arrest them at 10 o'clock tonight. I will arrange for someone later!"
"yes!"
Rex puffed up his beer belly, put on his hat, saluted again, then trotted back.
…
"How long are we from the finish line? I can't hold on any longer."
A girl's crying voice was heard from the TV, but the pictures played on TV were a bit **.
The shot is full of immersion, similar to the perspective of the head-mounted camera that will be popular in short videos in the future. One picture follows the woman from behind. Although the lighting is not good, her curves are revealed, which looks very sensual.
This is the latest update of Welsh TV's midnight ace show, Wild Survival!
The show starts airing at 9 o'clock every night. Although the broadcast time is a bit weird, the ratings for the first broadcast were very explosive, the audience response was very strong, and it received rave reviews. Today is the eighth day of the official broadcast, and these are the last two episodes.
Many old viewers would stay in front of the TV at night and watch those pairs of men and women, wearing nothing but trying to survive in the wilderness. Their minds are very pure and they definitely don't want to watch any messy things, but want to appreciate the beautiful scenery, wild animals and plants in the Gambia wilderness.
Clements sat on a high-waisted sofa with a small blanket covering his legs. The fire in the distance was burning brightly, and from time to time there was the crackling sound of burning wood.
It’s still very exciting to watch this kind of program when it’s late at night and everyone is asleep!
Clements felt strange when he thought that this kind of program was actually produced by the earl. Is he useless? It seems that he is still somewhat useful. In terms of entertaining the public, this little earl is quite capable!
As the TV screen went black and the camera cut to a commercial break, Clements opened the spy and prepared to get up and pour some tea.
…
It was a little after nine o'clock in the evening and St. Clements Surgical Hospital was quiet.
This is not a big city. At the beginning of winter, there are basically no people outside after 8 o'clock in the evening, and the hospital is even quieter. Except for the occasional noise made by some seagulls in the distance, the overall environment is very quiet.
But today, Clements, who had just put down the kettle, had a serious look on his face. He gently put down the teacup, walked to the window with a speed that was not consistent with his usual image, pulled aside the curtains and looked sideways at the downstairs.
He just felt something was wrong. It was exceptionally quiet outside today. The usual noise was gone, and the calls of the seabirds were gone too.
What does this mean?
It’s not like a typhoon is coming. Apart from the bad weather, there are people around, a lot of them!
As an experienced agent with 20 to 30 years of experience, Clements was very sensitive to danger and confident in his intuition. Without looking closely, he quietly stepped back a few steps and gently took out a pistol from under the bed. He didn't know who came or why, but this silent feeling made him feel very bad.
Glancing at the gun in his hand, Clements picked up the landline phone and dialed a number. Listening to the voice on the receiver, Clements said in a normal voice, "Is there any pudding in the kitchen? I want to have one."
The person on the other end of the phone was stunned for a few seconds before replying, "Uncle...it should be gone. Are you in a hurry to eat?"
"I suddenly feel like eating. Can you make me one?"
"Okay, wait a moment, I'll be there soon."
It was not until the other party hung up the phone that Clements squinted his eyes and quietly walked to the window to continue looking out.
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