Chapter 1195 Kidnapping

After the woman sat down, she looked at the two FBI agents, and her face showed a kind of crazy expression, and her eyes were a little straight.

Jack's appearance is needless to say, and Clay, who was traveling with him, is also a rare handsome man.

During his time as a SEAL, he always maintained a wild style, and his beard, which he might not take care of once a month, blocked his handsome face.

After joining the FBI, not only did the bureau require field agents to maintain their image when going out, but Clay's wife Stella also paid great attention to dressing up her man.

After all, when Clay was in the army, the two of them could only spend two or three months together a year. After he became an FBI agent, although he had to go out to handle cases frequently, it was no longer the kind of life where they were apart more often than together.

So taking care of her husband and children has become the main theme of Stella's life now. In addition, the couple's money is getting more and more abundant. Although Clay's outfit is not in line with the trend, it is indeed much more refined than that of Jubal, the old bachelor.

Jack didn't look at the woman who was smiling with amorous feelings. He said to Larry Griffin with a stern face, "We know you won the lawsuit, but this also means that many people will be very unhappy. What do you think?"

"Then they should go to the jury or the judge of the Birmingham court to make trouble." Larry Griffin waved his hand, his tone slightly frivolous.

Jack didn't know whether this was his inherent character, or whether he became arrogant and arrogant after being rich for a long time.

Although this kind of guy deserved to die, considering that innocent people might be involved, he still reminded him in a businesslike manner, "The Hammond brothers have killed three people, and we don't think they will stop.

The FBI has evidence that they have materials for making bombs, and they are worried that the target is likely to be you and your current industry."

"Haha." Unexpectedly, Larry Griffin still looked like he didn't know whether to live or die, and even laughed out loud.

"This is rural Alabama, Agent Taverer. You northerners may not understand, but do you really think I've never been threatened before?"

"Have you?" Clay, who was very uncomfortable being looked at by Larry Griffin's girlfriend, coughed and asked.

"Of course!" The old man seemed a little impatient, "Listen, gentlemen, it was just to help the ungrateful fools. For more than 50 years, my father and my power plant were the only industry in that town.

Because of the lawsuit, I had to close the power plant and they lost their jobs, so this became one of my crimes."

Jack noticed the woman who was looking at his boyfriend with admiration, and silently labeled her as big-breasted and brainless in his heart.

At the same time, Larry Griffin was still chattering and defending himself, "The experts I invited have already proved this point. It's not the thermal power plant that made them sick, let alone the fly ash."

Experts, as long as they are paid, can they prove that artificial afforestation and desert control are a group of things that destroy the earth's ecology?

Jack listened to his nonsense and made a note in his notebook, reminding himself not to forget to contact the Ministry of Environmental Protection and ask them to send a team to investigate.

The woman on the side also said confidently, "There is a direct connection between cancer and lifestyle. It's not Larry's fault. Green food is the right direction for healthy living."

"Have you been to the restaurant in Blue Springs? In that place, even cheese macaroni is considered a vegetable. If possible, those guys would even fry toothpaste in oil first."

Larry Griffin and his girlfriend's cooperation made Jack laugh, but the other party mistakenly thought that he agreed with their views, which made him more excited.

Although Jack would usually criticize the diet of Americans, specific problems should be analyzed specifically.

High salt and high calories, especially fried foods, are indeed the culprits of modern urban people's health problems, but Blue Springs is a rural area in Alabama.

American small farmers are not the kind of landlords who do nothing as the Seres think. Their daily labor intensity is no less than that of an ordinary farmer.

Regardless of whether the vegetable salads with various high-calorie sauces are healthy, for manual laborers, lack of sufficient salt and high-calorie food intake will kill people.

Jack has lived in the United States for so many years and has seen countless white left idiots of all kinds, just like a certain environmentalist girl, who hits the lives of ordinary people hard while ignoring the extravagance and waste of the upper class.

He can see that Larry Griffin is a pretentious hypocrite, and his stupid girlfriend who is obsessed with white left is more like a tool being used.

Somewhat impatiently, Jack began to guide the topic, "So, is this what you do after selling the coal mine and power plant? Advocate green living? I heard that Mr. Griffin has opened a new environmental protection company."

"Yes, 'Blue Spring Flower', that's actually my company." The woman held Larry Griffin's hand, her eyes "full of affection".

"Larry helped me open this company after he retired from the power plant. We hope to help the residents of the town get rid of the high incidence of cancer by advocating a healthier life."

Jack resisted the feeling of nausea, asked the two about the company's address, forwarded it to Jubal and asked him to coordinate with the state police to keep an eye on it, left a business card, and said goodbye to Clay.

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However, this "slap in the face", or the turning point, came a little too fast. Before Clay could start the car, Larry Griffin, with a panicked look on his face, staggered out and shouted loudly.

"Agent Tavoler! Agent Tavoler! My daughter Julia!"

The old man chased to Subban and slapped his mobile phone on the car window, "They... They kidnapped my daughter! They just sent me a text message."

Jack lowered the car window and took the phone. He saw a girl wearing a pink T-shirt on her upper body and yoga pants on her lower body. She looked less than 20 years old. In the photo, she was tied up and thrown in the trunk of the car, with tape on her mouth.

"What should I do?" Larry Griffin's voice was full of tears, and he had lost his previous arrogance.

"What are their demands?" Jack flipped through his phone and found that there was only this photo.

"No, the text message was just received, but I will give them whatever they want." Larry Griffin was completely panicked and spoke incoherently.

"Keep calm, Mr. Griffin." Jack took out his cell phone and called Jubal, asking him to bring people over as soon as possible.