"Are you alright?" Alexis nervously stepped forward to check if Jack was injured, and although the scene was full of smoke and dust, she still saw some scattered bricks smashed on his back.

"I'm fine." Jack shook his head and put the two people he saved on the ground, he wouldn't do anything too dangerous, he just relied on his superhuman physical fitness to do his best.

Several firefighters and EMTs who had survived the building rushed up and began to rescue their captain and the resident, both of whom fell into a coma.

Jack patted the suit that had turned into rags, and felt a little sorry for it, this high-end outfit was picked out for him by Hannah when he first came to New York last year.

This Italian suit is more slim than the British suit, and the sense of restraint is stronger, plus it is a relatively light silk and linen fabric, which shows an effect similar to a burst of clothes after a vigorous "exercise" just now.

Of course, even if it is a loose American suit, after today's toss and climbing, there is a high probability that it will not be able to ask for it.

Everyone present at this time looked disgraced, the apartment did not fall down, but like the World Trade Center at the time of "911", after the load-bearing part of the ground floor was destroyed, it was crushed by its own gravity, which is very similar to the effect of manual blasting.

Although the surrounding buildings seem to have little impact, except that the glass windows have been shattered a lot, this also means that the chances of survival of those who were still in the building have become extremely low, and most of them have been crushed under the thick rubble.

As the smoke cleared, Jack finally saw half a yellow letter "I" under the half-collapsed wall, and he called two firefighters to help remove the broken cement pillar from above.

Under the masonry are a man and a woman, two bodies of FBI agents who have been unrecognizable, the male agent subconsciously protected the female agent before he died, but it didn't play a role, and by the time Jack dug them up, both of them had lost their breath.

Jack pulled out their IDs and called Dana Moge's phone again.

Yes, our people, Maggie Bell and Omar Adom Zidan, I found their papers. I'm sorry sir, I should have stopped them at the time, okay, I'll wait for you. ”

More and more police cars and ambulances are arriving at the scene, and vehicles with letters such as DEA and ATF are appearing, and of course, FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency), which is now part of the DHS (Department of Homeland Security), and DHS's own agents.

The NYPD simply cordoned off the entire street this time, and Jack couldn't care about Alexis at all at this point, so he asked a police officer to help take care of the girl, and then made a phone call gesture to her, signaling to come back and contact again.

Half of the members of the fire brigade were buried in the rubble, and Jack certainly didn't go to the rescue with those anxious firefighters, as an FBI who happened to experience the scene, he naturally had more important things to do, looking for clues and digging up the murderer.

He questioned the residents of the apartment who had evacuated in time, and through them he found the caretaker of the apartment, a stocky middle-aged African-American man in his fifties.

"The explosion came from a room on the first floor near the hallway, right? I knew, I knew I should have kicked him out sooner. After Jack identified himself and received an affirmative reply, the apartment manager erupted in indignation with a barrage of black slang.

"You should know who's living there, right?" Jack took out the small notebook that he never left and patted the dust on it.

"Felton Ames, a despicable drug dealer, we've been trying to get him out of this apartment for over a year." The apartment administrator said angrily.

"Gangsters? So he could be a real target. Jack tried to guide him to provide more information.

"Yes, he has been very energetic lately, as if he has really become some big man, wearing a red silk suit every day, surrounded by a group of idiots with guns.

Our tenants here are all ordinary working-class people who just want to live in peace, and they're all fucking bastards."

"Senior Agent Jack Tawoller?" A middle-aged beauty with exquisite makeup and excellent temperament walked up to Jack with a middle-aged man with a CSI ID pinned to his chest, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Jack was slightly stunned, and was in a trance for a while, and the appearance of these two together made him feel a little out of place.

"Assistant Director of the New York office, Dana Moger, is Officer Mike Taylor, director of the NYPD's Crime Lab."

Shouldn't the two of you be partners? How did one become the FBI

In the previous life, in the American drama "CSI New York", these two were obviously a pair, but one of them has now become his top boss, and his position is still so high, it is really strange that the world is integrated.

The three of them shook hands separately, and the atmosphere at the scene was not very suitable for greetings, Dana Moge went straight in, "How many people in the building have not been able to come out." ”

Jack introduced the apartment manager next to him, "The tenant list has just been provided to the NYPD and is being checked, but according to the administrator, a lot of people are at home at this time.

And two of our agents, who had just walked through the door when the second explosion happened, and I was supposed to be at the time."

Dana Moge sighed as she looked at Jack in a tattered suit, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, only to provoke a layer of soot and choke herself on her cough.

"You've done your best, we just talked to the fire chief, Owen Strand, and he said that if you hadn't insisted on evacuating the people in the building immediately, we would have exhumed more bodies by now, and he asked me to convey my gratitude to you for saving him."

"It's just a matter of duty." Jack subconsciously modest, although Europeans and Americans are not interested in this set, but since the credit has been seen by the boss, as a new subordinate, there is nothing wrong with being humble.

"Has anyone claimed responsibility for this?" He debriefed on what he had just asked, and then asked.

Dana Moge shook her head, "Not yet, I just ordered the blockade of all traffic in 20 blocks of Clinton, including subway lines, and asked the Port Authority to temporarily close all bridges, tunnels and stations throughout the city, and the FBI will take over the follow-up investigation."

We don't have much time, and most of the city will be shut down until the terrorist alarm is lifted. ”

Speaking of this, she paused, and stared at Jack with a serious expression, "Senior Agent Tavol, it seems that you are going to join early. ”

As she spoke, she looked at Mike Taylor, who was already wearing rubber gloves, "Mike, this Agent Jack from BAU is also good at scene investigation, you shouldn't mind if he works with you temporarily, right?" ”

Mike Taylor had two particularly obvious eye bags on his face, as if he hadn't slept well for a long time, and a smile appeared on his face.

"How could I possibly turn down a hero and stop the mysterious FBI agent who detonated the last suicide bomb in the Dallas supermarket bombing? It's a shame that our first meeting was at such an unfortunate time, and hopefully New York doesn't make too bad an impression on you. ”

Jack could only reluctantly smile back, and reached out to take the gloves he handed over, but he couldn't answer them.

(End of chapter)