New Yorkers live in conditions that are unimaginable for an Angelenos like Jack, and each of these cheap townhouses built of brownstone or red brick at the end of the last century has endured at least a hundred years of wind and rain.

When Jack stepped on the broken bricks and tiles into the collapsed site that had been razed to the ground, the rescue work was nearing the end and there was really nothing to save, as the so-called nest was not finished, except for a few lucky ones, most of the people were crushed into the rubble.

Unlike the usual collapse of buildings caused by earthquakes or other causes, it is almost impossible for survivors to survive such a collapse caused by a blast, and every floor slab is broken to pieces, leaving no room for survivors.

Originally a six-story apartment building, most of the building materials were smashed into the original basement after it collapsed, leaving the surrounding ruins not too high above the ground, and after bypassing some of the exterior walls near the edge of the road, the rest was even below the surface.

Several K9 agents were weaving through the rubble, not looking for survivors, but for possible unexploded ordnance, and Mike Taylor's researchers, dressed in white hazmat suits and dust masks, rummaging for any useful clues.

"Did you find anything?" Based on his impressions, Jack walked to the center of the explosion at the time, which was on the right side of the entrance hallway near the middle of the apartment, which was the residence of Felton Ames as described by the apartment administrator.

The room has now gone from 3D to 2D, with several layers of cracked floors and corpses in pieces, but with a bit of luck, you might find something useful.

Although Jack has inadvertently lived like Conan, it turns out that it will not be too bad luck to follow the big guy and rub the halo of the protagonist.

"Found a foot, and a piece of red silk trousers."

A tall female researcher looked up at Mike Taylor and Jack behind him, pointed to an overturned half-section of the couch and said, "Will the two handsome gentlemen help?" ”

"It's an honor, Jack Tawolle, FBI." Jack shook hands with her, and although he couldn't see his face clearly, he should have been quite close based on her familiar attitude with Mike Taylor.

"Oh, new here? It seems that the first impression of this city on you is not too good, Stella Bonasila, Mike's assistant. "This eldest sister is really very similar to Mike Taylor even when she first met.

Jack and Mike Taylor tossed left and right, and it wasn't too much effort to flip half of the couch aside, revealing a full thigh underneath.

"Looks like it should belong to that Felton Ames, and the apartment keeper says he's always wearing a sassy red silk suit."

Jack watched as Mike Taylor crouched down in place, took a pair of scissors from his kit, and carefully cut through his pants, which almost melted into his skin.

"What's that? Cell phone? Looking at the old-fashioned keyphone similar to Nokia, Jack couldn't help but be happy.

"Yes, it's already embedded in the flesh, Stella, give me a bag of evidence." Mike Taylor loaded the wreckage of the phone inside.

"Is there still a chance to get the information inside?" Jack asked.

"Depending on your luck, the chances are great." Mike Taylor handed the bag to Stella Bonasila and "sent it straight back to the lab and asked them to prioritize it." ”

"Notify me as soon as you find any trouble." Jack exchanged contact information with him, and the gang members were destined to look up their mobile phone numbers with no avail, and the cheap mobile phone they carried with them was the most useful clue right now.

By the time Jack left the scene, it was already in the middle of the day, and Alexis called to make sure that her grandmother had driven to pick her up, and he went to the parking lot to pick it up and drove straight to Rossi's apartment.

Dana Moge had already returned to the office first, and before leaving, she told him to go back and change his clothes, and then report for duty.

Compared with the new leader's style of catching people and killing people, Rosie's old leader is much cuter, when Jack dragged two suitcases, walked out of the private elevator, and opened the door, he was instantly injured by a sense of pride.

The duplex structure of more than 300 square meters adds up to the top, the modern decoration style based on light colors, the household appliances that are readily available, and even the large range hood and the new side-by-side refrigerator on the open kitchen.

Jack's originally somewhat not-so-beautiful mood instantly soared, and if Rosie appeared in front of him at this time, he would be eager to hug this lovely old man and kiss him fiercely.

You must know that this is a Manhattan where every inch of land is valuable, and a dozen-square-meter pigeon cage dares to ask for a prime location with a rent of two or three thousand dollars a month.

At present, the estimated monthly rent of this apartment is more than 15,000 US dollars, and if Jack is asked to pay for it himself, it will not be enough to fill all the salary he receives from the FBI every month.

But now is obviously not a good time to visit the apartment, Jack didn't even bother to pack his luggage, pulled out a suit, took a shower and hurried out.

The FBI office in New York is located in the Federal Building at 26 Federation Square in Manhattan, which is home to numerous federal agencies, USCIS, the Department of Commerce, and more.

The FBI occupied one of the floors alone, and when Jack used his ID to pass through security and take the elevator to the front desk to identify himself, he saw a burly middle-aged man wearing only a shirt walking briskly towards him.

"Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge Jubal Valentine, welcome, Senior Agent Jack Tawolle, I'm sorry I didn't have time to give you a welcome meeting due to today's unfortunate incident."

Jubal Valentine's face was ugly, and of course Jack knew that it was not for him, although the FBI agent in charge of criminal cases was indeed at high risk, but the loss of two people at once was extremely rare for the New York office.

"I'm sorry about the two agents, Maggie Bell and Omar Adom Zidan." To be honest, Jack's mood at this time was still a little apprehensive.

Although there was some surprise in the sacrifice of these two agents, God knows if anyone would blame him for privately labeling him as a "Death Star", after all, superstition is not unique to the Serisians.

"I have already understood the situation at the scene, I have done my best, we have just recovered all the mobile phone videos taken by passers-by at the scene, your heroic performance is admirable."

Jubal Valentine, who spoke very quickly and acted in a concise manner, walked quickly into a large office with Jack and high-fived him to attract the attention of all the busy agents inside.

The large office is full of long desks without partitions, facing each other, with at least 6 workstations in a row, which are filled with computers and telephones, and almost all of them are full of people at this time.

It was supposed to be a permanent operations support room, and most of the people in it were dressed in civilian clothes, which Jack guessed were in-house intelligence analysts.

"A brief introduction, Senior Agent Jack Tawoller, a new colleague from BAU, who will be involved in the next investigative operation."

Without waiting for everyone to react, Jubal Valentin waved his hand to the screen directly in front of the large office, "Let's continue to focus on the case at hand, the deaths of the two field agents, Bell and Zidan, are sad, and we must fight back immediately."

Both bombs, both of which were successfully detonated, means that the suspect's purpose is clear, so the first thing we have to consider is the terrorist threat, Jenny, tell me about the situation. ”

A female analyst stood up and looked at the group, "The NSA, CIA, and DHS have not found any threat information on the network for the past 72 hours, even after the explosion. ”

Jubal Valentin waved his hand and motioned for everyone to look at the big screen in front of everyone, "Very well, if the terrorist group did it, then they should have made a statement a long time ago, so I am inclined to this information that Agent Jack learned at the scene." ”

Before he could finish his sentence, a picture of a young black man who looked like a withered tree appeared on the screen, "Someone attacked a gang member called Felton Ames, who is believed to be a member of the McBarra family." ”

After saying that, Jubal Valentin pointed to a middle-aged white man with a visitor's card on his chest, who looked about his age and had a strong physique.

"Danny, can you NYPD give us a brief introduction?"

(End of chapter)