Although Mark Vasco was cautious to turn off his mobile phone as soon as he stepped off the plane, the high-end Mercedes-Benz he was driving later couldn't turn off its own on-board GPS.

The FBI obtained information about his vehicle from the ATF (Bureau of Tobacco, Alcohol, Firearms, and Explosives), and through a GPS check, it was learned that after leaving the airport, he drove to Danbury (an industrial city in southwestern Connecticut), and after a circle, he was now enjoying himself in the Golden God Casino.

Just as Jack returned to the operations center, a group of FBI field agents had just taken up their positions outside the casino, and after he issued a confirmation order, the agents rushed in to arrest him.

"Don't you have to sleep?" Jubal yawns and walks into the operations center, just in time to see Jack put down the phone.

"Didn't you sleep for long?" Jack poured him a cup of coffee and tapped his finger at the corner of his eye, signaling that the guy's eyes hadn't been wiped clean.

"Thanks, this thing really saved my life." Jubal rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand without paying attention, and drank half a glass in one gulp, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

"When you're my age, you'll find out how rare it is to get a good night's sleep, and maybe I'll have to take a vacation when I've caught Emma Kane and her accomplices."

"I can get you some sleep-aiding drinks, you might just have too much coffee." Jack said this, but he also poured himself a glass, but he just wanted to add some sugar to himself, after all, the rest of the work is mainly brainpower.

Unexpectedly, Jubal refused and showed a badge, "No, I've quit drinking, and I won't touch even Irish coffee." ”

"Well, I'm not talking about alcohol." It was the first time Jack had seen such a thing as a drinking badge, so he took it and took a closer look, it was just a small ordinary brass badge with the words "First Anniversary" engraved on it and some religious motifs.

Jubal seems to have mentioned that he had a history of alcoholism, which led to a crisis in his marriage, which eventually ended in divorce, and he also lost custody of his two children.

However, his wife was not bad, and did not completely deprive him of visitation, otherwise the man would probably sink in the abyss, and later Jubal finally repented and did not drink a drop from now on, but he had already paid a heavy price.

"It's just a pure natural flower tea, and some herbs are added to improve the male physique." Jack felt that sooner or later he would turn the FBI into a meeting with a thermos cup and goji berries.

The two men chatted and quickly got to the point, as Jack spread out a map of Connecticut and circled one of its locations.

"I suspect Emma Kane has closed the deal with Mark Vasco, and when our agents just caught this guy in the casino, he had just lost $50,000 in chips and found $150,000 in cash in his suitcase.

Although the bastard clamored for a lawyer and refused to speak, I had informed the field agents to send his clothes to the CSI lab and have them check for signs of explosives. ”

Jubal drank the rest of his coffee, clicked on the circle on the map, looked at Jack and asked, "Do you suspect that this location called Eagle Road is where they traded?" ”

"Yes." Jack took out the GPS tracking record he had obtained earlier, "Although he went around in a big circle, he only stayed here for nearly 20 minutes, this is a garbage transfer station, the location is a good place for trading, I plan to go and see for myself." ”

"Bring the CSI people and hope we can find out." Jubal picked up the buzzing phone, hung up the phone after a few mmmmmm

"Lacroix is on his way over, and when Mark Vasco is brought back, he will be interrogated, and the ICE officer, Austin Stevens, they should have a lot to talk about."

"You got that bastard back, too?" Jack was a little surprised, this is a bit efficient, in order to prevent leakage of news, he also specially invited the ICE agent named Gizelle back to the bureau, just to see what Emma Kane plans to do with Lacroix's daughter.

"It's a secret arrest deployed by Dana herself, and ICE doesn't know about it yet, and we don't want to alarm too many people until Emma Kane is dealt with."

Obviously, both Jubal and Dana Moge thought of going with Jack.

"Then I'll leave it to you." Jack said go, picked up the coat hanging from the stool and left the operations center.

After filling up the Dodge Hellcat with gas and then going to the CSI lab to meet up with Mike Taylor, the uncle still has a pair of big eye bubbles that seem to be forever sleep-deprived.

As soon as they met, Mike Taylor got the not-so-good news, "Our men found traces of Semtin on Mark Wasco's clothes. ”

Semtin plastic explosives were invented by the Czech Republic in the fifties of the last century, mainly composed of black sorkin and PETN, which is known as "Taien explosive", that is, pentaerythritol tetranitrate, with a detonation rate of 5000m/s.

Both of these ingredients are very sensitive, especially the latter, which has long been eliminated in the regular military field, but pentaerythritol tetranitrate itself is a drug that works very well for angina.

Therefore, because of its good plasticity and easy availability, Semtin has been circulating in some underground channels, and when it comes to illegal explosives, not only nine out of ten, but at least five or six have their presence.

So in the end, things developed to the worst possibility, and what the Kanes had been planning was not a piecemeal shooting, but the kind that planned to make a big news in one breath and make a deafening noise.

"Now that a pound of Semtin is worth about $1,500 on the black market, we need to know how much Mark Vasco traded, even if we have found 300,000 in cash, that's at least 200 pounds, enough to completely destroy a medium-sized building."

From the tone of the female boss on the other side of the phone, Jack could imagine her expression at the moment, now that shootings are frequent, even the number of casualties in a school shooting is not more than twenty or thirty, and it may not be in the national news.

But the bombings are a different story, and if the high explosives are detonated in a densely populated building, the casualties can easily be in the hundreds, and with Emma Kane's previous attacks on churches, it's nerve-wracking to consider the number of historic religious sites in New York.

Even someone like Jack, who is not very interested in religion, can casually cite a few examples, such as St. Patrick's Cathedral and St. Thomas' Church on Fifth Avenue, and St. John's Cathedral on Columbia University's campus.

Once the explosions took place in these culturally and historically significant places, it was not a matter of national news, but consider how the fire at Notre Dame Cathedral two years ago had deprived the French of face, and it would have been impossible to say that the media would have carried the headline of the second 911 in a minute.

Mark Vasco is destined not to see his lawyer, and the FBI will do everything they can to pry his mouth open, regardless of whether Emma Kane reveals the target he wants to attack or not.

"And that Austin Stevens, Emma Kane's associate at ICE, maybe he might know something." Jack's words were somewhat resentful, and although the other party was heading for Lacroix, it also caused him to travel hundreds of kilometers back and forth.

Hanging up the call with his female boss, he was going to drive Mike Taylor to Connecticut again.

An hour and a half later, the Dodge Hellcat and a van belonging to the CSI lab were parked in a garbage transfer yard.

"We found a total of five pairs of footprints and two tire prints belonging to different people, one of which was a Ford Raptor F150 and the other was a high-end Mercedes sedan.

There are no security guards here, I called and asked the person in charge, no staff has been in the vicinity since last night, it is indeed a quiet and good place for some transactions. ”

Mike Taylor's female partner, Stella Bonasila with big wavy curly hair, shook Jack with a very beautiful box.

"See what I found?"

"What is this?" Jack wondered how it looked like a toy box.

"Bad discovery, a toy car that can be remotely controlled, the car is still inside, but the remote control and the receiver chip in the car are gone." Mike Taylor took the box, opened it, examined it, and gave a bad answer.

"I guess this can be used to remotely detonate a bomb?" Jack said a piece of nonsense.

Obviously, Emma Kane's gang did not have some expertise, and Mark Vasco not only provided explosives, but also provided after-sales service to help them make a remote-controlled bomb on the spot.

This discovery made Jack's hands itch, he didn't know what Lacroix used to interrogate Mark Vasco, but he really wanted to go back and help that bastard loosen his bones himself, and he was so professional as an arms dealer, could it be that he wanted to learn from Uncle Cage to be the king of war?

(End of chapter)