"The last bomb could explode at any moment, and we're running out of time." Dana Moge walked briskly into the operations center, where the analysts were already busy.

"We need to find out where he is targeting immediately, this time his target should not be the gang members, this bomb is designed to cause as many casualties as possible, 12 grenades are stuffed into a pressure cooker along with various nails and fragments.

Once this pressure cooker bomb was successfully detonated, I couldn't imagine what hell it would be. ”

Jubal Valentine called up various real-time news footage on the big screen, "Robert Lawrence will be on a commentary show in the CBS studio tonight, which is his best alibi, and the time is expected to be two hours later." ”

"Is there a way to deduce the most likely location of the attack?" Dana Morge didn't think it was a good idea to arrest Robert Lawrence now, and with this confession now, his team of lawyers could bail him out in minutes.

"The most likely location is three, where African-American residents of the Port Mott neighborhood are taking to the streets, believing that the explosion in the apartment building in Hell's Kitchen was a Z-Race attack, and that hundreds of people were gathered," an analyst called up.

There was also a vigil near the collapsed apartment building, and hundreds of people mourning the dead. ”

"And then there's this, a community meeting in Clinton District, where activist representatives from local minority communities will meet to discuss the recent conflict, and the start of the meeting coincides with the time Robert is on the show."

"It's this assembly, it's indoors, it's not easy to evacuate, and it just happens to gather the people that Robert hates the most, the first two places are handed over to you to be responsible for evacuating the crowd, and this place is handed over to us."

Jack pulls out his cell phone and calls Danny Regan, and when he learns that there is still a bomb, he asks the detective to help him run the bomb disposal team to get some equipment.

"Jack, be careful, and it's better not to arrest that bastard during the live stream." Seeing him leave in a hurry, Jubal Valentin subconsciously admonished, and the latter gestured OK without replying.

When Jack ran out of the federal building, a speeding pickup truck pulled right in front of him, and a tired-looking Danny Reagan poked his head out of the cab.

"Hey man, I forgot to mention that I saw you show your face at the press conference before, and it was awesome, it looks like there are going to be a lot of girls in New York tonight who can't sleep all night."

Jack rolled his eyes and looked behind the pickup truck, where he saw a small, strange-looking trailer with a device that resembled a large globe.

The scientific name of this thing is a car explosion-proof canister, and you can hardly see this kind of thing in American dramas, because it's like in a road movie, if the protagonist is far ahead with one in his hand, the film can't be filmed.

Unless the explosives are not suitable for movement such as bulletproof vests or horizontal bombs, or the explosive yield is too large, it is the best solution to throw them in as soon as possible.

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At 8 p.m., on West 57th Street in Midtown Manhattan, in the studio of the CBS Broadcast Center, Danny Reagan yawned and glared impatiently at Robert Lawrence, who was talking nonsense in front of the camera.

"How long will this guy take? I can't hold it anymore, I want to go back to sleep, why haven't we slept for two days, but you can't see it on your face at all? ”

Jack stared at Robert Lawrence in the studio without blinking, with no expression on his face, but the words he said were hurtful, "Maybe it's because I'm just 25 years old, and I'm almost 50 soon." ”

"I'm only 42, I'm still a long way from turning 50, damn it, I liked you a lot, and I wanted to invite you to our family's regular family dinner every Sunday."

Danny Reagan was not very happy, although men don't care about age as much as women, but to be honest, he is really jealous of the FBI kid next to him.

I think he was also a well-known prodigal son in New York back then, until he met his current wife Linda, and then he changed his "evil" and became a good family man.

With his years of experience, he can already foresee what kind of bloody storm a guy like Jack will set off in the New York social scene that advocates "fast life".

At this time, on the other side of the open studio, Robert Lawrence, under the leadership of the host, was still in a verbal conflict with an African American lady.

"Whether I'm sad about the bombing, of course, but if it's an accident, I'm not at all."

"Yes, blacks are blown up, and you're not surprised?" The African-American lady looked like she was going mad at him.

"Yes, the violence in this community is just an outward manifestation of internal chaos, but no one wants to face it, let alone admit it

Whether it's those ongoing prayer vigils or protest demonstrations, will these practices really solve the problem? What people really should do is be honest about the root causes behind these events"

Danny Regan's fingers kept rubbing the holster on his waist impatiently, and he couldn't help but worry that the next second he would pull out his gun and shoot the guy in the head.

"Remember our plan, hold back, and don't be impulsive." It's just that the victim is guilty, and Jack has heard a lot of violence in his previous life, so where is this.

After all, the unjustly damaged reputation is because the victim took the initiative to publicize it, so the verdict that the defendant is not guilty can be written in the court judgment in a grand manner.

Finally staying up until halftime, Jack and Danny Reagan directly blocked Robert Lawrence in the dressing room.

"What are the NYPD and FBI going to charge me?" This guy tilted his head up, as if he were a big man.

"Premeditated murder, premeditated hate crimes." Danny Reagan snorted.

"Premeditated? So you don't have direct evidence, do you? Robert Lawrence doesn't seem to be at all nervous about facing law enforcement.

"Come back with us and you'll know." Jack is too lazy to talk nonsense with him.

At that moment, there was a sudden rush in the studio, and someone was talking loudly, "Breaking news about a bomb threat at a Clinton District community meeting." ”

Robert Lawrence said with an unnatural look on his face as he glanced at Danny Regan, who had always put his hand on his pistol.

"I think I should call my lawyer."

"Feel free." Danny Reagan shrugged.

Robert Lawrence deliberately dragged out his tone and pointed to the briefcase next to him, "My phone is in that bag, can I take it out?" You're not going to shoot me, are you? ”

"Do you want me to tell the cameraman over there to point the camera over there?" Jack's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Then I'll assume you've agreed." Robert Lawrence looked at the chaotic venue in the live broadcast screen, and the evacuation was obviously not going well.

Jack and Danny Reagan watched him perform expressionlessly, this guy first slowly took out his mobile phone from his bag, and then said shyly, "Oh, I forgot his mobile phone number, I still have to get my mobile phone number." ”

Then he reached out and pulled a note from his suit pocket, typed a number into his phone and dialed it.

"Wow, I seem to have entered the wrong number, I have to restart." Before Robert Lawrence could finish speaking, the hand that was about to hang up the phone was suddenly grabbed by Jack.

"Miridoxi. A cheerful "Canon in D major" suddenly sounded, and Jack smiled and pulled out a bag of evidence from his pocket, which contained an old cell phone that was vibrating.

"Surprise, huh? Dog mongrel! Danny Reagan grabbed him and cuffed his hands behind his back.

PY the beauty of the same group of bigwigs.

Chen Tao never expected that he would cross over and forget it, and he would actually cross over to Batman himself.

It's no secret that Batman is incredibly intelligent, intelligent, and martial arts, but what does all this have to do with me, a traverser?

Oh! It's okay, I can inherit Batman's powers and memories......?!? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?

(End of chapter)