"No, I do not know!"

Mrs. Potter quickly denied: "I don't know anything!"

"Do we still need a search warrant?"

Chuck didn't give Mrs. Potter a chance to breathe and think.

"I'll take you there."

Mrs. Potter was almost crying, and she slowly led the way.

Chuck gestured to the detective who had been silent for a long time. The detective nodded and reached for the pistol.

In this case, if he didn't know there was a problem in the Potter family, or prevented Chuck from pursuing it, he would probably be asked by Chuck: "So what do you know?"

"I mean don't pull out the gun!"

Chuck held his hand.

"..."

The detective was speechless.

Is that what you mean by that look in your eyes?

no!

What do you mean?

In a country where gunfights are free every day, there may be danger in the basement, but your eyes don't let me draw my gun?

"There may be kidnapped children inside, so don't empty the magazine subconsciously."

Chuck said straightforwardly: "You will not be in danger if you stand behind me later."

"Those are all rumors..."

The police detective immediately understood that Chuck was referring to the traditional virtues of their American police force, and explained in a nonchalant manner: "Not everyone is like that."

"You should know that I am a consultant to many police departments, right?"

Chuck revealed the truth without giving any face: "I have met more police officers than you. I can tell you responsibly that the incident of meeting to empty the magazine is not a characteristic of one place, but a characteristic of police departments across the United States."

"There won't be any danger inside, right?"

Mrs. Potter heard the subsequent conversation and felt a little weak in the knees.

"It's up to you to tell us."

Chuck stepped aside, letting the detective step forward to help Mrs. Porter, and walked in front.

"If your husband is not at home and there are no other gangs here, then there will be no danger. Otherwise, I am very responsible to tell you that we are safe."

"..."

Mrs. Potter hesitated.

Although Chuck said they were safe, she just felt uncomfortable.

"Mrs. Potter, don't worry, I will protect you."

The detective supported Mrs. Porter's body and expressed in a very heroic and mighty manner that he had to do work beyond the scope of his duties.

For nothing else!

Just for Mrs. Potter...oh no, just for the righteousness in my heart!

"key!"

By this time, he had reached the entrance to the basement and saw that the door was locked. Chuck looked directly at Mrs. Potter.

American perverts like to imprison people in basements, because almost every house has a basement.

Therefore, this perfect environment for imprisoning people is as common as the free gun.

Once the door is locked from above, the people inside will be yelled at every day, and the earth and the earth will not work, leaving no way to escape.

Because there have been so many vicious cases of imprisonment in basements, special laws have been introduced and basements are not allowed to be locked.

There is obviously something wrong with this kind of purposely locked door.

"I don't know where the key is..."

Mrs. Potter shook her head and saw Chuck staring at her. She explained: "Jason never lets me in and gets angry when he asks. I am just a housewife and my family depends on Jason, so I don't dare to ask any more questions."

Already."

"I trust you."

Chuck nodded: "But you are also the master of the house. Now we need your permission to use violent means to open the door lock. Do you agree?"

"Can I disagree?"

Mrs. Potter said with a wry smile.

"Do you agree?"

Chuck didn't accept the vague answer at all, and asked again clearly.

Now you are working on a case with a police detective, and everything after that will have to go to court. In the United States, which pays attention to procedural justice, any flaws in the case handling process may be exploited by the other party's lawyer, so that the other party can escape responsibility even though the truth is revealed.

Chuck wasn't about to make this mistake.

"I agree."

Mrs. Potter could only answer seriously.

"I'm going to find the crowbar!"

The detective realized it was time to show off on his own.

"Need not!"

Chuck said something, and while the detective stared at him dumbfounded, he took out an overly large gun from his waist and fired at the door lock.

puff!

The sound was not loud, and the door lock was hit accurately and disconnected.

"Have you been carrying such a big gun? And you have a silencer on the muzzle?"

The police detective couldn't help complaining anymore: "Plus your shooting skills of directly picking the lock with a gun, people who don't know would think you are a killer! And don't you think you are too panicked?"

"I'm from Texas."

Chuck spoke concisely and concisely, tore off the broken lock, opened the basement, and once again reminded the detective with his eyes that he had no time to spit out this sentence that explained everything in Texas, and could not help but touch the pistol on his waist, and then put away the big gun.

Went in first.

"I got used to it when I was 12."

"..."

The police detective looked extremely weird, feeling like he was being shown off.

Mrs. Porter forgot her worries for a moment and couldn't help but look over, but all she saw was Chuck's back.

"There's no danger, come in!"

Chuck's voice soon came out.

The detective helped Mrs. Porter inside.

Mrs. Potter turned pale.

The police detective said with a surprised look on his face: "Sure enough, there is a kidnapped child!"

But they saw that there was a small container-like room in the basement, which was still locked, and there was a computer desk in the middle, which had been opened by Chuck. What was displayed on the screen was the surveillance video inside the container room.

But I saw a little boy of four or five years old living inside, playing with a toy, and kept praying to the camera: "Let me out, I promise I will be good, please, please~"

"This is still a chat group!"

After the police detective went over to check the computer, he was shocked and said: "This is still a live broadcast! 24 hours/7 days of real-time broadcast!"

"Obviously, Mr. Porter is indeed an Internet talent."

Chuck said expressionlessly, raised his decorative glasses, and after the watch on his wrist vibrated inaudibly, he pulled out his big gun, accurately destroyed the lock on the container again, and opened the container.

.

"Detective!"

Chuck motioned to the detective to come forward and pick up the child trapped inside.

"good!"

The detective glanced at Chuck gratefully, straightened his clothes, then put on the most handsome posture in his life, opened the door, and said softly to the child inside who was frightened by the sudden change and shrank to the corner.

.

"Don't be afraid, I am Detective David Parry Frost, kid, you are saved!"

After saying that, he looked at the wall inside the container. There was a hanging ornament with an ugly face hanging there, with a camera stuck in his mouth, which made it look even more weird and terrifying.
To be continued...