Did you catch the first-class fugitive boas?

Federal Prison in Lompoc, California, USA.

It was already late at night, and the whole prison was silent except for the sound of the jailer's boots echoing in the prison. There are two beds in a cell on the first floor, one is empty, and the other is a prisoner lying on it. I snored and fell asleep. A burst of footsteps from far to near, this is the routine inspection of the jailer. A flashlight shone in from the monitoring hole, flashed in the cell and disappeared immediately. Then the footsteps gradually drifted away from near. At this time, the sleeping prisoner skid up, bent down and took out two bent steel bars from his armpit, then crept to the door, took out a small piece of steel from his pocket and fiddled with the lock of his cell. After a while, I heard a click and the lock was opened. He listened attentively and felt that there was no danger, so he pushed open the door and rushed out. He slid along the wall to the prison wall. He squatted there and waited for a while. The sentry on the top of the mountain turned around and quickly ran through a clearing in front of the prison and came to a courtyard wall shorter than the surrounding area. He put one end of the steel bar on the wall, grabbed that end with both hands and flew over the prison wall with one foot. He climbed another wall in the same way, and outside the prison was vilen, Southern California. He ran quickly across a highway, got into a large short forest and disappeared into the night.

Half an hour later, the alarm in Lombok Federal Prison sounded. The iron gate of the prison slowly opened and several police cars sped along the road with shrill sirens.

10 minutes later, information about fugitives appeared on the computer screen of the California Federal Bureau of Investigation:

Christopher John boas, male, 28 years old, from California. Before his arrest, he was a communication clerk of Potts Precision Machinery Company. This company is a defense contracting company. Boas took advantage of his position to steal a lot of top secret information about missile production and sold it to a Japanese trading company, making a profit of 20 million US dollars. 1977 was arrested and sentenced to 40 years in prison for espionage.

It was the California Federal Bureau of Investigation who arrested boas, but this time they couldn't help it, because the task of chasing fugitives had been transferred from the FBI to the judicial police not long ago. Can they do it? Many people are skeptical.

Two months later, Booz was like a mud cow in the sea, and there was no news. The superior transferred 43-year-old Chuck Couvreur from the New Orleans office to be the head of the executive team. He is an excellent bailiff and devoted himself to the investigation.

Soon, Chuck Couvreur held a press conference, at which he talked to the press about the current difficulties faced by the judicial police, hoping to get the support of the news media. The reporters responded very well. The next day, boas's photo and wanted order appeared in local newspapers and TV. In order to get the help of the general public, Couvreur also set up a special tip-off line, which receives dozens of calls every day: some people say that boas is walking on the streets of San Francisco, while others see boas boarding a flight to new york ... On Couvreur's map, many place names have been marked: Seattle, Los Angeles, Dallas, Denver and so on. And every informant claimed that what he saw must be the fugitive to be chased. Couvreur trusted these calls, but he couldn't trust all the calls, so he had to run away.

Did Booz die in heaven?

Just when Couvreur was at a loss, in Beaver Village, the northwest corner of the Olympic Peninsula in Washington State, a young man who called himself Thain Hannisai came. At this moment, he is sitting in a pub drinking beer leisurely. He was none other than the fugitive boas.

The atmosphere in the pub is very warm, and alcohol makes Booz feel a little high. It's time to have a rest, he thought. After hiding for more than a year, Boer people feel a little tired. Now, he finally settled down in beaver village with the money from working and robbing on the road. He rented a fishing boat and hired a man named Sullivan to help him sail.

"No one will know that I am hiding here. Everything is normal now, and those stupid pigs can't catch me. " Thought of here, boas smiled on his face.

Life in Couvreur is hard. A year has passed, and there is no clue at all, but the reporter's questioning, the old colleague's inquiry and the pressure from the superior made him exhausted.

One night, a man who claimed to be Jack prosser called the FBI in Colorado and said that he knew where boas was hiding. But he asked the FBI to keep a secret and pay him. The Colorado Federal Bureau of Investigation agreed to his above request. Jack prosser said that boas now lives in Beaver Village, Washington, under the pen name Thain Hannisay. Prosser claimed to be a friend of boas and didn't want to report him, but when he learned that boas was arrested and escaped from prison for espionage, he decided to report him.

After receiving this important information, the Colorado Federal Bureau of Investigation quickly informed the Denver Judicial Police Team. Neve of the Denver judicial police team and the staff of the State Federal Bureau of Investigation found prosser and took out six photos of people similar to boas's portrait and boas himself. Prosser accurately identified boas.

Couvreur studied the above situation in detail and made careful arrangements. A big net chasing Bos quietly opened.

That night, Neve and prosser flew directly from Denver to Seattle. After all-night research, it was decided that the bailiff team and the Washington State Federal Bureau of Investigation should jointly act, and the specific action steps should be taken by the bailiff team. The first thing to determine is whether boas is still in Beaver Village. In this regard, prosser firmly believes that boas either lives in Sullivan's house in Beaver Village or in Lapsch Village where salmon boats often dock. The village is located 27 kilometers west of Beaver Village.

Early the next morning, the joint action team flew to Beaver village by the FBI and arrived at the destination two hours later.

At about 3 pm, two tourists wearing old flower shirts and sunglasses came to the dock of Lapsch Fishing Village. The tall man with a square face is Neve, and the other is his assistant. The two men strolled leisurely on the dock, but the eyes behind the glasses scanned each boat warily. "There it is!" The assistant stabbed Neve with his arm. This is an old trawler, more than 9 meters long, with the word "violet" painted on the bow with purple paint. All these are consistent with the information provided by prosser.

"Go up and have a look!" Neve was about to walk to the boat when an old man with white hair came straight to them.

"What are you doing?" The old man asked.

"We are here on holiday and want to go fishing in the sea." Neve turned to the old man and said, "Excuse me, are you the shopkeeper?" Neve said, pointing to violets.

"no! I think the owner's name is Thain. He went to Montana last week. Go to Sullivan if you need anything. He's watching the boat for Thain. "

Just then, the old man shouted to a stout middle-aged man coming towards Neve and them in the distance: "Hey! Sullivan, come here. These two gentlemen want to see you. "

When Sullivan came over, they greeted him politely and asked about chartering. Sullivan said that he couldn't decide whether to rent a boat before Thain came back. Neve quietly asked when Thain might come back, and Sullivan waved his hand to show that he didn't know. In order not to startle him, Neve chatted with Sullivan for a while, and then left with a little regret.

A few days later in the morning, a Lexus van drove into Lapsch Village. A man and a woman got off the bus. This man's name is Tom Russell. He is kind enough to call himself from Seattle. This woman's name is Sue PaChmel. She is a beautiful girl with blonde hair and blue eyes. Their real identities are FBI agents.

As soon as they got off the bus, they went straight to a small hotel in the village, where they met Neve. Tom pretended to ask Neve something, and Neve took the opportunity to tell him that boas was not here and told them to go to Beaver Village as soon as possible.

An hour later, Tom and Sue appeared at Bear Bay Bar in Beaver Village. According to prosser, this is the place where boas often comes. But at the moment, there are no Boers in the pub. The net has been opened, and now we need to wait patiently for the prey to appear.

The center of the task force is located in Chanks town. The town, Beaver Village and Lapsch Village just form an equilateral triangle.

While Neve and others were casting nets in Beaver Village and Lapsch Village, Couvreur was busy in Seattle. He must find enough evidence to prove that the man who calls himself Thain Hannisel is really Bowles.

From Bear Bay pub's credit record, the police secretly managed to get Thain Hannisay's signature. According to the handwriting expert's appraisal, the signature handwriting is indeed Bowles's.

At the same time, the FBI in Montana and Idaho also handed over photos of criminals taken with hidden cameras. The criminals in these photos all have beards and sunglasses, and they can be judged as a person by their feelings. But the handsome guy in the file has no beard. Couvreur asked someone to add a beard by sketching on the basis of the photos in the Boers file. In this contrast, the images in the two photos are very similar. However, Couvreur is still not at ease.

According to prosser, boas bought an old Ford in Idaho. Then he should have a driver's license. Soon, the license stub issued by Idaho arrived, and the photo posted on it happened to be an old photo of boas. That's right! That's him.

This afternoon, Sullivan waddled into Bear Bay Bar in Beaver Village.

"Ah! Boss! Give me a glass of beer. " Sullivan shouted to the hotel owner.

"Sullivan! Have you been running recently? " "Lapush" Sullivan sipped his beer and replied without looking up.

"Guess who I met in Angelis today?"

"who?"

"Your friend Thain, he came back from Montana and seems to have made some money!"

Tom and Sue, sitting not far away, heard Sullivan talking with the hotel owner. They exchanged glances and still sat there quietly drinking and chatting. After Sullivan left, the two men stood up slowly and went out to get on Tom's car.

On the expressway, Tom's car is heading for Angelis Port. Sue turned on the radio and informed the action team about the situation.

After receiving the information from Tom and Sue, the head of the action team quickly informed Neve and couvreux in Seattle.

19 months' efforts will bear fruit. Couvreur went to Angelis by helicopter overnight.

The next day, in a room of the Red Lion Bay Hotel in Angelis Harbor, couvreux Neve and others made an elaborate arrest plan. Finally, they unanimously decided to secretly track down every corner of Angelis Port where boas might be hiding, narrow the encirclement, set up checkpoints on the roads around Angelis Port, and arrest boas at all costs.

At the moment, boas is working on his own wishful thinking in a shabby hut in Yinglinpia Apartment in Angelis Harbor: in four weeks, he can get his flight certificate from Pearson Flight School, and then he can fly away by plane! But he doesn't know, and now he's trapped.

Couvreur divided the members of the Joint Action Group into four groups, two in each group, a bailiff and an FBI agent, and each group was responsible for investigating the situation in a district of Angelis Harbor.

The members of these joint action groups dress up as drunks sitting in bars for half a day, idle people wandering in the streets, college students picnicking in parks and young couples looking for cheap hotels everywhere.

One night two days later, Dugras, a member of the action team, and another policeman drove around the main port in Angelis. At half past eight, Dugras felt a little hungry. He suggested buying a hamburger.

Their car is parked next to a hamburger stand, and an old Ford car is parked opposite. Just as Dugras reached out to turn off the lights, he inadvertently glanced at the people in the opposite car. Suddenly, he was shocked. Under the bright headlights, boas sat in the opposite car. Boas didn't seem to see them. He shook his head, chewed gum and hummed to the rock music played on the car radio.

Dugras soon calmed down. After buying a hamburger, he backed the car out, turned around and stopped at the oblique rear of the old car.

Dugras quickly reported the situation to couvreux by walkie-talkie. A few minutes later, the cars of the joint action group gathered around the Boer cars.

Sue Pammelli leaned her head out of the window and looked at the people in the old car next to her. The man was chewing gum and seemed to be smiling at Sue.

"Yes, that's him," Sue whispered.

Couvreur, who was sitting in the back, picked up the radio receiver and whispered, "Let's go!" "

Immediately, the doors of several cars were opened at the same time, and five bailiffs and agents jumped out with guns. As soon as boas saw someone coming at him with a gun, he immediately understood what was going on. He soon realized that there was no way out, so he had to stay in the car and give in easily.

Dugras stretched out his hand and opened boas's door, aiming the gun at boas's temple. "Put your hands on the steering wheel! You are under arrest! " Dugras ordered.

"Come out! Boas. " Couvreux, who stepped forward, said kindly.

Boss hung his head in frustration and had to let Dugras handcuff him.

When being taken to the police car, boas asked, "Who are you? Federal agent? "

"no! It's a bailiff! " Couvreux replied proudly.