Sunlight shone through the open doorway into the dimly lit room, and dust flew up and down in the light, undulating and undulating.

Bernardo looked to be in his early 20s, very young, typical of Indo-European descent, with a very muscular physique, and his whole body and even from his cheeks to his forehead were covered with tattoos of unknown significance.

In this temperature of more than ten degrees, he was wearing only a sports vest, glared at the two policemen in front of him menacingly, and pressed the dagger to his throat.

"Throw away the little toy in your hand and get down on your knees!" Danny Reagan roared, and the stainless steel Smith & Wesson M39 pistol in his hand was firmly pointed at his head.

Jack felt a little weird, two policemen holding guns at a suspect with a knife to his neck, a sense of immediacy was too strong.

"Hey, Bernardo, take it easy, you're not in the right place, and if you push harder, you'll have to spend the rest of your life in bed, and you can only eat through a tube."

Bernardo originally looked like he was sworn to death, but when he said this, he immediately hesitated, and subconsciously moved the blade up a few inches.

Tsk, it doesn't seem too smart, Jack shoved the shotgun into Danny Regan's hand, took off his body armor, and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"Are you sure? Do you want to leave it to me? Danny Reagan didn't know what Jack was up to, and he was a little uneasy.

"It's okay, it's okay to get ten of this kind of little garbage." Jack's breezy words are not very lethal and extremely insulting.

Bernardo slowly lowered his dagger, his chest heaved violently a few times, and he roared violently, and stabbed him in the lower abdomen as he rushed forward.

Jack didn't bother to play any tricks with him, so he took half a step back, let the dagger that stabbed him, his right hand poked out like a poisonous snake, and grabbed his right wrist with precision, and the thumb and index finger of the tiger's mouth suddenly exerted force.

"Dangchang"

"Ahh

When the dagger landed, Bernardo only felt as if his right wrist was caught by hydraulic pliers, and the sharp pain in his heart made him involuntarily fall to one knee and let out a heart-rending scream.

Jack gripped his wrist tightly, exerting little force, and continued to twist his entire arm at a slow but firm pace, Bernardo screamed and took two steps forward on his knees, forced to a one-handed position in humiliation.

"Stop, stop, bastard, kill me! Kill me! ”

Bernardo only felt that his arm was about to be twisted, and as Jack continued to exert force, his original position of being on his knees finally became completely lying on the ground, his cheeks pressed against the dusty ground, panting frantically.

"Now, then, can you open up and talk to us about the bomb?"

Jack let go of his wrist and stomped on his back, his toes straining slightly, and Bernardo felt a sore slump all over his limbs, and at the same time he could hear the horrible creaking sound of his spine bones, as if he would be trampled on there in the next second.

"Kill me! Kill me! I'm not going to say anything, you'd better kill me now! ”

Saliva and tears mixed with the dust on the ground, making Bernardo's face, which had been hideous and terrifying because of those tattoos, a little more comical.

This guy looks like a typical thug, and while the bombs aren't too complicated, Jack doesn't think he can do this kind of delicate work with his IQ.

The F.B.I. found out about him as soon as it got his name, a Salvadoan who grew up in New York and dropped out of school at the age of 12 to join the gang.

A semi-literate man who has not even been able to complete a happy education, who has no military experience, and who can become a demolition expert by virtue of his self-education, Jack would rather believe that His Excellency the President today is really a Syriss spy.

Just as he was about to remove a few of his bones to see if this guy was really so hard-mouthed, an NYPD officer poked his head out of the room inside and said loudly, "Looks like we've got a double harvest this time, this is his bomb lab." ”

Rubbing, Jack didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly, handing Bernardo over to an NYPD officer, and he and Danny Reagan walked into the room inside.

There was a workbench in the room, cluttered with materials and tools such as scales, desktop magnifying glasses, wires, and vintage cell phones used as detonators.

"This is the trigger fuse of the M26 grenade, is this really the guy who did it?" Danny Reagan didn't touch anything at random, just turned on the flashlight and looked carefully at the workbench, trying to find some clues.

"Is that bloodstained?" Jack grabbed his hand and held the flashlight on a pair of wire cutters.

"That's right." The latter leaned in to take a closer look, then nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Jack walked out of the room briskly and stopped the NYPD officers who were about to escort Bernardo into the police car.

"Let me see his hands, both."

Bernardo had regained his previous rebellious appearance, and was about to struggle with the police officer, but when he looked up and met Jack's slightly narrowed dangerous eyes, he couldn't help but shudder, and turned around obediently.

"Wow, I can't believe how strong your hands are, I should have invited you to the wrist wrestling competition in the game." Danny Reagan couldn't help but whistle when he saw the two finger prints on Bernardo's wrists that were swollen high and even began to turn black.

Jack lowered his head and carefully examined the guy's ten fingers one by one, and then got up and let out a sigh of relief, fortunately, Your Excellency the President is not a Syris spy, uh. No, it should be said,

"This guy does have an accomplice, he doesn't have any injuries on his hands, and someone else made the bomb."

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Twenty minutes later, it was still the same NYPD interrogation room, and the monitor that someone had dragged down was still hanging in the corner of the wall and shaking slightly, but only one person was left for the interrogation this time.

"The boss up there wants me to solve the case as soon as possible, so there's no time to waste on you, who made those bombs, tell me, maybe I can help you find a more comfortable cell."

Jack banged on the table impatiently, it was already noon, and although the case was going well, and a major breakthrough had been made in less than 24 hours, as long as the bomb maker was still at large, new bombs could still appear at any time.

"I won't say it, lock me up, please." Bernardo's arm drooped weakly, crying a handful of snot and tears.

"Jack, come out for a moment." Danny Reagan appeared at the door of the interrogation room and tapped lightly on the door.

Jack stood up a little agitated, walked over to Bernardo, put one hand on his shoulder, and pushed and pulled the other, resetting his joints with a gabba thud.

"When I get back, I hope you've figured it out." With that in his words, Jack walked out of the interrogation room.

"Something's wrong." Danny Regan's face was unusually ugly, and he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Wilmer died in the detention center, he was disemboweled, and the guards still haven't found his heart. ”

"When the detention center in New York takes in prisoners, don't you first learn about the background of the other gang? MS-13 people they actually don't hold in solitary detention? ”

Jack was speechless, the threat he had made to Wilmer was really just a threat, and it turned out to be true, which made him understand why Bernardo was reluctant to speak.

But now that we know where the crux of the problem is, the two of them return to the interrogation room together, and Jack speaks again.

"I know what you're worried about, how about making a deal, as long as you confess to the bomb maker and the mastermind behind it, I'll send you to the highest level prison in Colorado."

Bernardo smiled miserably, "It's useless, no matter what prison I'm in, any special single cell, they can find me, I'll definitely die there." ”

Jack shrugged and didn't argue with him on this kind of thing, "Perhaps, but you really think you can survive without saying anything?" ”

Seeing that he looked puzzled, as if he didn't understand what he meant, Jack sighed and continued to explain.

"You wouldn't have heard that two of my FBI colleagues were killed in that explosion in an apartment building, right? Do you really think we're going to let you stay in prison until you die? You know, life in there is much more comfortable than the ghost days you used to have. ”

Seeing Bernardo look up in horror, his eyes wide with horror, Jack knocked on the table, and without waiting for him to say anything, spoke again.

"I promise, if you cooperate, when the time comes, your felony will be filled with old fellows in their fifties and sixties, and you'll be in a solitary cell most of the time, but let me hear you say no, then."

"There's no need for the FBI, the NYPD will send you to one of the most chaotic prisons in New York State, where a large number of 18th Street felons are being held, and they will be happy to see your marked face."

Danny Reagan continued unhurriedly, cooperating with Jack.

"MS-13" and "18th Street" are notoriously bitter rivals, and the inmates of the two gangs must be strictly segregated, which is the basic common sense of any prison in the United States.

Bernardo's face turned pale and pale, visibly tangled.

After waiting for a long time, feeling that the heat was almost over, Jack and Danny Reagan glanced at each other and gave each other a look, and the latter got up, "OK, this is your choice, right?" Then as you wish."

"No, no, I said, the bomb maker is Brick, he's the caretaker of the community sports center, his mom has a small restaurant in Clinton, it's Robert Lawrence, I know so much, please, I don't want to die."

——

"Damn, it's the veteran, I wanted to treat him to a drink."

Danny Reagan urgently applied for an arrest warrant against Brick and a search warrant for his home and his mother's restaurant, and it was only after the ESU was dispatched that he breathed a sigh of relief.

The previous actions against Bernardo were actually somewhat irregular, and neither the NYPD nor the FBI had time to apply for a search warrant.

If there had been nothing in the abandoned factory building at that time, and no suspects had been found and no evidence had been found, then the party who ordered the door to break down would have been a little troublesome.

The NYPD has to face accountability from the District Attorney's Office, not to mention internally, and the FBI also has some eyes on the Justice Department, which may be in trouble at any time.

The reason why Jack took the initiative to pick up the shotgun and was the first to break into the door was not because the Justice Department lawyers were easy to deal with, but because the NYPD, represented by Danny Reagan, had already shown enough sincerity in obtaining intelligence from the streets, and it should be the turn of the FBI at that time.

There is credit for everyone to share together, and at the same time, it means that there is trouble to carry together, Dana Moge hinted that Jack knew about Danny Regan's background, but he didn't tell others that his family background was deep enough to throw the pot casually.

If Jack really thinks so, then his path to the FBI is almost over, and whether or not the current NYPD director has the intention of letting his son succeed him in the future, Dana Moge hopes that the partnership between the two can become a link between the two parties and deepen the influence of the two sides, rather than to cause trouble for the director.

If the case is solved in the end, although the NYPD takes half of the credit, it also gets into a lot of trouble, but on the other hand, the FBI can get out of the whole body without a single leaf, it will be too much to look down on other people's IQ.

Just imagine, sometimes everyone carries the pot together, and the senior executives on both sides help their subordinates wipe their butts together, and then sit down and sigh together.

I'll say that my uneasy thing has caused you trouble, and the other side waved his hand, and my uncompetitive thing was no better, and then laughed together, wouldn't it be the best way to deepen the relationship?

Seeing that Danny Reagan kept giving orders here, the news coming back from the front showed that it was going well, and Jack was also using his mobile phone to communicate with Jubal Valentine in the operations center in real time.

Bernardo gave two names, except for Brick, who was in charge of making the bomb, and Robert Lawrence, who was hiding behind the scenes to plan all this, was the last main course and the most difficult one to deal with.

Looking at the information on his phone, Jack's brows became tighter and tighter, and finally completely condensed into a Sichuan character.

"This Robert Lawrence is a big problem, and last year we almost linked him to an attempted bombing at the YSL church in the River Valley, where the TATP (triacetone triperoxide) used as an explosive failed to detonate due to a problem with the synthesis process."

Danny Reagan glanced at Jack's phone in a hurry, apparently guessing the reason for his expression.

"Sounds like you're familiar with him? Can you tell us a little bit about it? ”

Jack looked through this guy's information, but he didn't understand what this guy did, he had a real estate company under his name, but it didn't seem to make money, and he got some kind of "National Great Foundation", claiming to check whether all public policies were beneficial to the country.

"If you follow those junk political commentary shows, you can often see this guy on camera, and whenever they need some violent talk, they will ask for this thing, and in short, he is a spicy crisp."

When Danny Reagan introduced Robert Lawrence, his expression was like eating.

"Uh, white supremacists?" Jack tried to find a more accurate adjective.

"He's a little more extreme, basically he says whatever the idiots like to listen to, and in terms of speech, the senator is milder than him, except for the so-called 'blue-blooded aristocracy', even other white people, if they don't want to be slaves, they are also eliminated, let alone other skin colors."

Well, Jack fully understands what this is, and the "blue-blooded nobles" that Danny Reagan refers to are somewhat different from the blue-blooded people of the Spanish aristocracy in old Europe who thought they were of noble blood because of the blue blood caused by silver poisoning.

There is a term for the "blue-blooded aristocracy" here, which is "WASP", which is short for White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, and these four letters represent the three identities of white, Anglo-Saxon, and Protestant.

Only Americans with all three identities can be regarded as the pure old American Yellow Flag, much more noble than the 20 million "pure Americans" certified by the Mayflower Descendants Association.

"So he's one of them?" Jack thought of Dana Morge's previous hint, and wondered if he would get into trouble if he killed such a thing.

Although the "blue-blooded aristocracy" is usually just a joke, there are some conspiracy theories mixed in, such as the fact that the country is controlled by the "WASP" consortium and the "Judah consortium", and that the two are united and fighting each other.

But the so-called groundless wind may not be without a cause, in Jack's previous life, this may have been just a conspiracy theory, but in this world, the devil knows what it will be interpreted into, what if it is true?

"It's just a shoe-shine cloth." Danny Regan's face was full of disdain.

"That guy is actually a mean jud." He stopped suddenly, and subconsciously looked around.

A smile appeared on Jack's face, "I didn't hear anything. ”

Today is directly two chapters in one.,I'm going to go out to dinner with friends in the evening.。

In addition, this chapter may involve some sensitive content, and overly diode statements should not appear.

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