There are many places in the world where people don't know how to make a bomb, but that certainly doesn't include the Federation.

In the Federation, Google is really omnipotent. A casual Google will yield at least seven or eight homemade methods, which are made of different materials, have different powers, and are suitable for different conditions, perfectly considering various situations for searchers.

If you don't want to make your own, you can also buy semi-finished products and assemble them yourself, add content to them according to your preferences, and DIY a big baby of your own.

If you are lazy and lazy, you can also buy the finished product directly.

There is even more to choose from in terms of finished products.

Handmade, semi-mechanical, military, and so on.

In short, it is easy to get a bomb in the Federation, and it is not difficult to make yourself.

But that doesn't mean everyone can.

If you want to make your own, you need to have a basic knowledge of chemistry.

In the attack on the cafeteria of Baruch College, the bomber cleverly gained insight into the structure of the building, and used the fewest and least powerful bombs to blow up the cafeteria, almost approaching the limit.

Both the NYPD and the FBI have asked blasting experts to calculate, and even if they come, they are not sure that they will be bombers.

The bombardier not only has insight into the structure of the building, but is also quite confident in his own technology.

The same is true of subsequent attacks on the victim's home.

Spencer's statement is not accurate, the victim was not killed in his own home, but in the apartment of his deceased son.

The bomber uses a tripping fuse and arranges it in the bedroom, with low noise, little interference, and just the right amount of power.

According to the scene, the victim did not die immediately, but struggled indoors for a while before being found by neighbors.

The victim lost his vital signs on the way to the hospital and passed away.

After seeing the scene, Jason immediately ordered the other two indictments to be secured. But before they could start moving, a third explosion broke out again.

Same way, similar location.

The father of the second victim went to his son's apartment and was killed instantly.

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E.D.N.Y。

A thin young man with a hood and a worn backpack followed the flow of people.

He subconsciously hugged his backpack, and then silently released it.

After passing through security, the young man puts his hood back on and meets Bob, who happens to have come downstairs to pick up his papers.

"You...... Hello, how do I find Judge Brooklyn Lee? ”

Bob looked around the young man and asked suspiciously, "What does Judge Brooklyn do?" ”

The young man pursed his lips and was silent for a moment.

Bob could see the youth's hesitation and struggle.

His psychology must be at war between heaven and man!

Bob thought to himself, patiently awaiting the outcome of the 'engagement'.

The young man took off his backpack, untied the rope, and began rummaging.

Bob took two wary steps back and glanced at the security guards in the hall.

Several security guards reached for the pouch and quietly surrounded it.

"I... I'm going to sue Baruch Academy! ”

The young man finally found it, and he pulled out a crumpled indictment and handed it over.

"Who are you going to sue?"

Bob asked, wide-eyed.

"Baruch Academy."

The young man seemed to come back from his hesitation, vigilantly stuffed the indictment back into his bag, held it in his arms, and slowly retreated.

"I'm going to find Judge Brooklyn Lee, please tell me where he is, and if you don't know where he is, please get out of the way."

The young man spoke in a cat-like voice, making what should have been a deterrent speech soft and deterrent.

"You're Peter Johnson?"

Bob asked.

Just now, the NYPD and the FBI's BAU held a press conference to identify the killer as a student named Peter Johnson.

Hearing Bob call his name, Peter Johnson's face changed drastically, and he turned around and ran away with his backpack in a panic.

But his weak body can't outrun the overnourished Bob.

Without any other security, Bob rushed to Peter Johnson's side in three or two steps, grabbed the bag in his arms and threw it behind him, and then pressed Peter Johnson under him.

Poor Peter Johnson was completely covered by Bob, with only his struggling limbs exposed, and the security uniforms that had been rushed over after two strokes.

Another security guard opened it with his bag in his arms and looked at it, his expression changing slightly.

There's a whole bunch of ticking cuties in there.

"I want to see Judge Brooklyn Lee!"

Peter Johnson was captured, still struggling and shouting.

"I want to see Judge Brooklyn Lee!"

"I'm going to mm~~"

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What happened downstairs was quickly known to Brooklyn.

Squatting at the gate of the courthouse all day, the reporters who wanted to dig up a big news and soar into the sky got their wish.

The murderer of the Baruch College cafeteria attack was arrested!

Canteen bombers shouted to see Brooklyn Lee when they were arrested!

Brooklyn Lee is suspected of being behind the bombing attack in the cafeteria at Baruch College, and has now been taken away by the police for investigation!

The story that the judge and the bomber had to tell!

Minimum Limitation Warrant!

1 hour and 47 minutes!

All kinds of strange news spread rapidly.

It makes Brooklyn feel that this week has been really fulfilling, and it has been a little fulfilling.

Peter Johnson had a large number of bombs in his carry-on backpack, which might have been enough to blow up an entire courthouse, according to the schematic diagram in his bag.

And such a dangerous person was still obsessed with himself when he was arrested, and Brooklyn was really a little flattered.

What do you like about me, can't I change it?

After a few days of silence, Judge Brooklyn Lee has once again become a media darling.

Countless reporters wanted to interview Brooklyn about how he had to do with space blaster Peter Johnson and why he was screaming to see him when he was arrested.

Space Blaster!

That's right! Less than half a month after the explosion in the cafeteria of Baruch College, Peter Johnson was already famous.

Initially a mediocre bomber, more details were revealed as the police press conference took place in the afternoon, and bomb fanatics believed that Peter Johnson could get the most out of the bomb, and they were fanatically convinced that he could blow up space if he wanted to.

Hence the name, Space Blaster.

"We're afraid we'll have to wait for the crowd to disperse before we go home."

Brooklyn stood by the window and glanced downstairs, and said helplessly.

"But the good news is that the killer has finally been caught."

"David was liberated."

"We can have a moving party this weekend!"

As for taking over the Baruch Academy bombing and adding seniority to yourself......

Brooklyn thought about it with his cerebellum and felt that Pete's warning was right.

It's good that the murderer has been caught, but the whole case is still full of suspicions.

In order to calm down the incident as soon as possible and restrain the influence, the police will definitely immediately file a lawsuit against Peter Johnson.

But what about the evidence?

So many people witnessed the attack on the cafeteria by four people, and Peter Johnson was only one.

As for the bomb he was carrying, at most he would be charged with endangering public safety, and if anyone was willing to help, he wouldn't even have to go to prison.

The police will definitely put all the blame on Peter Johnson, so the trial will inevitably be a bit boring.

Brooklyn didn't want to put his future on the line for the New York police.

He was ready to call Michael in sick and even filled out the leave slip.