The dismantled grenade was sent directly to the CSI lab, and while the first violent explosion could not have been caused by the old grenade, the second was as powerful as Mike Taylor was expediting the analysis of the blast residue.

"Didi."

Jack's cell phone rang, and when he opened it, it was Jubal Valentine who had sent a short surveillance video of the community center.

The video was shot at the back door of the gymnasium, and it clearly shows a guy with a tattoo on his face handing the black sports bag containing explosives to the kid named Wilmer in front of him.

And the time on the video happened to be 5 o'clock yesterday evening, just an hour after the first bombing.

After watching the video in Jack's hand, Danny Reagan slapped the table directly, leaned over and grabbed the other party's collar, and showed him the freeze-frame picture.

"You have two choices, either now, tell me who this person is right away, or I will contact the immigration department and deport all your relatives and friends in this land.

At the same time, the FBI next to me will freeze your bank account on suspicion of involvement in terrorist activities and recover every penny you have made to your family living in Metapan (El Salvador).

He'll take their house, put your younger siblings on the streets, and when we're done tossing your family, he'll throw you into the lowest-security prison and tell everyone there that you're getting preferential treatment because you confessed to the police. ”

As he spoke, Jack slowly walked to the corner of the wall and reached out and pulled the monitor mounted on the wall down, "Wow, it seems that the quality of your NYPD equipment is very average." ”

Danny Reagan shrugged indifferently, "That thing is inherently bad." ”

Wilmer was almost scared to pee his pants by the two of them, and he hurriedly shouted, "Yes, it's Bernardo Furness!" ”

——

Jack walked quickly into the police parking lot, pulled the car door and sat in the driver's seat of Saabban, and said to Danny Reagan who was following in the car, "I'm sorry to the logistics of your bureau, I'll pay for that monitor." ”

Danny Reagan shrugged his shoulders indifferently again, "I'm telling the truth, that thing is broken, it's just an ornament." ”

Jack turned his head in shock, then grinned, "I'll keep that interrogation room, I guess I'll be able to use it soon." ”

——

When the two of them rushed back to the federal building and walked into the operations center, it was already very busy, Jubal Valentin was standing in front of the big screen, constantly calling up the surveillance footage to track, and Dana Moge was standing behind him, staring at the same unblinking eyes.

"How's it going?" Jack asked.

"ESU has just raided Bernardo Furness's home, there is no one inside, CSI has checked for trace amounts of explosives there, but has not found the raw materials and tools to make the bomb, his workshop should be somewhere else."

Jubal Valentine's face is not pretty, and the density of public surveillance cameras in New York is slightly higher than in Los Angeles, but only slightly higher.

For some well-known reasons, the more chaotic the area, the less surveillance cameras are distributed, and the more sabotage there is on a daily basis.

Analysts had just used a portrait tracking app to capture a few footage of Bernardo Furness haunting his neighborhood this morning, but quickly lost his whereabouts.

"So, when he realizes that his bomb has been exposed, will he look for a place to hide, or will he simply flee the city?" Dana Moge's questions weren't specific to a specific person, but she clearly hoped someone would give her an answer.

"Obviously, because you cut off public transportation, there's a good chance he's still in town." Jubal Valentin patted the leader's ass without a trace.

"You have to tell the mayor that he calls every hour now to ask when traffic will be restored." Although Dana Moge said this, the corners of her mouth could not be concealed.

With the current speed of the case, she has enough confidence to cope with the press conference in the afternoon, of course, it would be better if it could be completely cracked before then.

"So, is there any way we can find Bernardo Furness's hiding place as soon as possible?"

Jack and Danny Reagan looked at each other, one of them had worked as a patrol officer in the LAPD, and the other had risen from NYPD patrol officer to first class detective, and naturally they were all familiar with how to find a gangster hiding on the street.

"The old way?" Danny Reagan smiled and tilted his head at Jack.

"The old way."

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"Bang!"

"Help!"

"Bang! Boom! ”

"Don't. Please."

Jack stood at the mouth of a foul-smelling alley, cigar in his mouth, and the sound of fists and flesh in a friendly exchange could be heard in the alley behind him.

Soon, Danny Regan, who was in an open coat, walked out of the alley rubbing his sore wrists, "This bastard doesn't know anything, wasted two hundred bucks, next." ”

Today, the street thugs in New York are considered to be unlucky, because the same scene is happening in various streets and alleys around Clinton District at the same time, and of course, it is not good for them to say whether they are losing or making money in exchange for hundreds of dollars in medical bills.

Two hours later, after the F.B.I. spent tens of thousands of dollars on a special fund that was not known to the public, several messages were sent to Danny Reagan's phone from several NYPD patrol officers or detectives.

"Is that the kid? Looks like he was dressed like Wilmer. Jack now drove his firebird and followed a boy on a biker.

No way, the FBI's black Saabban was so conspicuous that he simply drove his firebird out, at least the car wouldn't look too obtrusive on the streets of New York.

"Damn, what did you change for this baby? You can rush out of the atmosphere when you put it up, right? Danny Reagan listened to the dull, powerful sound of the engine and felt like he was about to climax.

"Theoretically, I just need to have wings, I used to have a Hennessy mammoth, more fierce than this one, but unfortunately it was swept into a sieve by a gang of terrorists." Jack's heart aches when he thinks about the car he once loved.

"I should have signed up for the FBI when I was discharged from the military." Danny Reagan deliberately played dumb.

"Haha, it's just some of my own business, and it has nothing to do with the FBI's job, and I don't want to be approached by the OR." Jack hurriedly clarified, showing that everyone was in the same camp, but they were black, not the real kind of black police.

Don't look at Danny Reagan himself as a first-class police detective, his grandfather and father are or were the directors of the NYPD, and they are also in the middle and upper class in New York, but this guy has a shabby spirit all over his body.

According to him, he has two sons, and his wife is a housewife, and considering the level of consumption in New York, it is estimated that the little salary he receives from the NYPD will not be enough for a year.

From this point of view, the Reagan family, a police family, turned out to be a rare and honest decent family, although Jack doesn't know which character they are, but I think it should be a typical American theme drama.

Jack likes to deal with the characters in such American main theme dramas, because the villains portrayed by the screenwriters of such dramas are usually more face-to-face, even if they involve high-level conflicts or political contradictions, they are relatively simple or easy to solve.

To put it bluntly, the protagonist in this kind of drama is more suitable for hugging his thighs.

The gangster kid who was followed by the two rode his bicycle and shuttled flexibly through the traffic, and Jack had to keep up with him without wanting to be noticed by the other party, which was quite difficult.

Fortunately, there are other NYPD plainclothes and FBI surveillance teams in the vicinity, and Jubal Valentine of the Operations Center is also providing them with location information through real-time road surveillance.

Today is not as hurried as last night, the two of them didn't even have basic communication tools at that time, and they had to rely on mobile phones to make calls.

As the traffic became thinner and the surrounding buildings became more and more deserted, they followed all the way to a remote street.

"It should be nearby." Danny Reagan pointed to an old-fashioned old chimney not far away, "There's an abandoned factory building around the corner. ”

Jack slowed down and turned around the corner to see the gangster kid stop his bike and try to take a bag from the back seat.

At the moment when he turned around, he just saw the slowly approaching firebird, one of which was not held steadily, and the bag fell to the ground, and the gangster kid didn't care to pick it up, so he stepped on the bicycle like a burning butt and pedaled frantically.

"Leave him alone, surround this building." Danny Reagan gave the order over the intercom while Jack parked his car in front of the factory and soon arrived at the scene with several nearby NYPD police cars and the FBI's Saab class.

Jack picked up an M870 shotgun from the back seat, stuffed two door-breaking rounds, and walked towards the main entrance of the factory.

"He's preparing to flee." Danny Regan, who was following him, passed by the bag and kicked it, revealing the clothes, hats, and masks inside.

Unlike the method of shooting at the door lock in the movie and television show, Jack's shotgun is aimed at the upper and lower hinges on the other side of the wooden door.

Seeing that all his nearby teammates were in place, Jack pulled the trigger, and after two gunshots, Danny Reagan stepped forward and kicked out, and the not thick door panel flew out with a twist.

“FBI”

“NYPD！”

"Bernardó, surrender!"

The interior of the building is decorated in the style of a heavy metal bar, which may have once been used as a speakeasy, but it has long since been abandoned, and there is a thick pile of dust on the ground.

A tattooed bald guy who was next to the bar was caught off guard, and before he could react, a group of police officers rushed in, and he subconsciously grabbed the dagger in his hand and put it on his throat.

Behind Jack and Danny Reagan, the NYPD and FBI split off from their sides and entered other rooms to search, leaving only the three in the standoff.

(End of chapter)