A week passed in the blink of an eye. Scarlett searched the world over for Jiang Hao. She had never been so worried about a man, so obsessed with him. She missed him so much she ground her teeth, missed him so much she wanted to kill him.
The Miami police set up roadblocks everywhere and searched all over. They even contacted the local gangs and forced them to look for Jiang Hao, but he seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth, completely disappearing from everyone's sight.
"Bastard. Damn rat. Who knows what hole he's hiding in?" Scarlett cursed as she stared at the bald, big-chinned man on the screen.
"Boss, what do we do next?" Miller asked.
"Have the police department keep the roadblocks up. Put this guy's image at the top of the surveillance watchlist. Keep pressuring those gangs and make them cast a wide net for this bastard," Scarlett said angrily.
She had no other options now. She could only rely on these most primitive methods.
"But the Miami Police Department is already complaining. They say the roadblocks are taking up too much manpower and affecting their regular patrol duties," Miller said.
"If all they want is to drink coffee and stand by the roadside watching the show, why does the government pay them such high salaries? This case happened in Miami. They bear the greatest responsibility," Scarlett said indignantly.
In the United States, the FBI and police belonged to different systems. The FBI had no authority to order the police around and could only coordinate with them. Their duties also overlapped significantly. The FBI had the highest priority in handling terrorism, drug-related organized crime, foreign counterintelligence activities, violent crime, and white-collar crime. As the saying went, rivals in the same trade were natural