Chapter 506 They are all familiar faces
"Are you okay?" Alexis stepped forward nervously to check if Jack was injured. Although the scene was filled with smoke and dust, she still saw some sporadic injuries. The brick hit him on the back.
"I'm fine." Jack shook his head and put the two rescued people on the ground. He would not do anything too dangerous, he would just do his best with his superhuman physical fitness.
Several firefighters and EMTs who survived outside the building rushed up and began to rescue their captain and the resident in a hurry. Both of them fell into a coma.
Jack patted the suit that had turned into rags and felt a little regretful. Hannah helped him pick out this high-end suit when he first came to New York last year.
This kind of Italian suit is more slim-fitting and more restrictive than the British suit. In addition, it is made of relatively light silk and linen fabrics. After the intense "exercise" just now, it has an effect similar to that of a bursting suit. .
Of course, even if it is a loose American suit, after today’s tossing and rolling, there is a high probability that I will not be able to get it.
Everyone present looked disgraced at this time. The apartment did not tilt and fall, but like the World Trade Center during "911", after the load-bearing part of the ground floor was destroyed, it was crushed by its own gravity. It's very similar to the effect of artificial blasting.
Although the surrounding buildings did not seem to have much impact, except that the glass windows were shattered a lot, this also meant that the chance of survival of those who were still in the building became extremely low, and most people were Pressed under thick rubble.
As the smoke gradually dissipated, Jack finally saw half of the yellow letter "I" under half of the collapsed wall. He called two firefighters to help move the upper part with a crowbar. Broken concrete pillars.
Under the bricks were the bodies of a man and a woman, two unrecognizable FBI agents. Before dying, the male agent subconsciously protected the female agent, but it had no effect. When Jack dug up their bodies By that time, both of them had lost their breath.
Jack pulled out their IDs and called Dana Moge's cell phone again.
".Yes, our people, Maggie Bell and Omar Adom Zidan, I found their IDs. I'm sorry, sir, I should have stopped them. Okay, I Waiting for you."
More and more police cars and emergency vehicles are rushing to the scene, and vehicles with letters such as DEA and ATF are also appearing one after another. Of course, there are also vehicles that are now affiliated with DHS (Department of Homeland Security). FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) and DHS' own agents.
The NYPD simply blocked off the entire street this time. Jack could no longer care about Alexis at this time. He found a police officer to help take care of the girl, and then made a phone call to her. The gesture indicates that we will contact you later.
Half of the members of the fire brigade were buried in the rubble. Of course, Jack would not go to work with the anxious firefighters to rescue. As an FBI, he had just experienced the scene, so naturally he had more important things to do, looking for clues. , dig out the murderer.
He asked the residents of the apartment who had evacuated in time one by one, and then found the manager of the apartment through them, a short, fat middle-aged African man in his fifties.
"The explosion came from the room on the first floor near the corridor, right? I knew it, I knew I should kick him out early." After Jack revealed his identity and received his affirmative answer, the apartment The administrator angrily blasted a string of black slang.
“You should know who lives there, right?” Jack took out a small notebook that he never left behind and patted the dust on it.
"Felton Ames is a despicable drug dealer. For more than a year, we have been trying to drive him out of this apartment." The apartment manager said angrily.
"Gangster? So he might be the real target." Jack tried to guide him into providing more information.
“Yes, he has been very airy recently, as if he has really become a big shot. He wears a red silk suit every day and is surrounded by a group of idiots with guns. Our tenants here They were all ordinary working-class people who just wanted to live a peaceful life, but they were all these damn bastards"
"Senior Agent Jack Tavole?" A man with exquisite make-up. , a beautiful middle-aged woman with excellent temperament and a middle-aged man with a CSI ID on his chest walked up to Jack and interrupted their conversation.
Jack was slightly stunned, and felt a little dazed for a moment. The appearance of these two people together gave him a feeling of being displaced in time and space.
"Assistant Director of the New York Office Dana Moger, this is Officer Mike Taylor, director of the NYPD Crime Laboratory."
Shouldn't the two of you be partners? How did one become the FBI
In the previous life in the American TV series "CSI New York", these two were obviously a pair, but one of them is now his immediate boss, and his position is so high. This world is so weirdly integrated.
The three of them shook hands respectively. The atmosphere was not suitable for small talk. Dana Moger went straight to the point, "How many people in the building didn't come out."
Jack introduced him. The apartment manager nearby said, "The tenant list has just been provided to the NYPD and is being checked, but according to the manager, many people are at home at this time.
There were two more of our agents, and when the second explosion happened, they had just walked through the door, and I was supposed to be at that time."
Dana Moger looked at Jack, who was in a torn suit, sighed, and stretched out his hand. Patting him on the shoulder, he stirred up a layer of soot and choked himself to the point of coughing.
"You have tried your best. We just talked to the fire captain Owen Strand. He." He said that if you hadn't insisted on evacuating the people in the building immediately, we would have had more corpses to dig up now. He also asked me to convey my gratitude to you for saving him. "
"It's just a matter of duty. "Jack was subconsciously humble. Although Europeans and Americans don't like this, since the credit has been seen by the boss, as a new subordinate, it will not go wrong to be more humble.
< br>"Has anyone claimed responsibility? "He reported what he had just asked about and then asked.
Dana Moger shook her head, "Not yet. I have just ordered to block all traffic in 20 blocks of Clinton, including subway lines, and asked the Port Authority to temporarily close all bridges, tunnels and stations within the city. The FBI will take over the follow-up investigation.
We don’t have much time. Most of the city will be shut down before the terrorist attack alert is lifted."
She paused at this. Staring at Jack seriously, "Senior Agent Tavole, it seems you are going to join the job early."
As she said that, she looked at Mike Taylor who had already put on rubber gloves, "Mike, this Agent Jack from the BAU is also good at on-site investigation. You don’t mind him working with you temporarily, right?” He looked like he had had a good sleep, and a smile appeared on his face when he heard this.
"How could I say no to a hero, the mysterious FBI agent who prevented the final suicide bomb from detonating in the Dallas supermarket bombing? It's a pity that we first met at such an unfortunate moment. I hope New York has no memory for you. It's such a bad impression."
Jack could only smile back and reach out to take the glove he handed over. He couldn't even accept it.
(End of this chapter)