Chapter 512 Interrogation and Tracking
The dismantled grenade was sent directly to the CSI laboratory. Although the first violent explosion could not have been caused by this old-fashioned grenade, the power of the second time It's very consistent. Mike Taylor is rushing to analyze the explosion residue.
"Didi."
Jack's cell phone rang. When he opened it, he saw that 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 stadium. It clearly shows that a guy with tattoos on his face handed the black sports bag containing explosives to the boy named Wilmer in front of him.
The time on the video happened to be 5 o'clock yesterday evening, just an hour after the first bombing occurred.
After watching the video in Jack's hand, Danny Regan slapped the table, leaned over and grabbed the other person's collar, showing him the frozen picture.
“You have two choices, either tell me who this person is right now, or I contact the Immigration Bureau and deport all your relatives and friends in this land.
At the same time, the FBI around me will freeze your bank account on suspicion of participating in terrorist activities and recover every penny you send to your family living in Metapan (a city in El Salvador)
He will take away their house, let your brothers and sisters live on the street, and when we are done with your family, he will throw you into a minimum security prison and tell everyone there that you I got preferential treatment because I confessed to the police.”
While he was talking, Jack slowly walked to the corner, reached out and pulled down the monitor mounted on the wall, "Wow, it seems that the quality of your NYPD equipment is very average."
Danny Regan shrugged indifferently, "That thing is inherently bad."
Wilmer was so frightened by the behavior of the two that he almost peed his pants, and hurriedly shouted, "Yes, It’s Bernardo Furnes!”
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Jack quickly walked into the police station parking lot, opened the door and got into the driver’s seat of Saboban, following closely. Danny Regan, who was getting into the car, said, "I'm sorry to the logistics of your bureau, I will pay for the monitor."
Danny Regan shrugged indifferently again, "What I said is true, that thing has broken long ago, it is just a decoration."
Jack turned his head in surprise, then grinned, "That interrogation Leave the room for me, I think it will be used soon.”
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When the two of them rushed back to the federal building and walked into the combat center, it was already very busy. Jubal Valentine stood in front of the big screen and was constantly calling up the surveillance pictures for tracking. Dana Moger stood behind him, staring at the pictures without blinking.
"How's it going?" Jack asked.
"The ESU just raided the home of Bernardo Furness. No one was inside. CSI detected trace amounts of explosive ingredients there, but did not find the raw materials and tools for making bombs. His workshop should be elsewhere."< br>
Jubal Valentine’s face is not pretty. Although the distribution density of public surveillance cameras in New York is slightly higher than that in Los Angeles, it is only slightly higher.
For some well-known reasons, the more chaotic the area, the fewer surveillance cameras are distributed, and the greater the degree of daily damage.
Analysts have just used a human tracking program to capture several images of Bernardo Furness near his home this morning, but his whereabouts were quickly lost.
"So, when he realizes that his bomb has been exposed, will he find a hiding place or simply flee the city?" Dana Moger's question is not directed at a specific object. But she clearly hopes someone can give her answers.
"Obviously, because you cut off public transportation, there is a high chance that he is still in the city." Jubal Valentine flattered the leader without leaving any trace.
“You have to tell the mayor this. He will call every hour now to ask when the traffic will be restored.” Although Dana Moger said this, she raised her eyebrows. But the corners of his mouth could not be concealed.
The current speed of the case's progress has given her enough confidence to cope with the afternoon press conference. Of course, it would be better if it could be completely solved before then.
“So, is there any way for us to find Bernardo Furness’s hiding place as soon as possible?”
Jack and Danny Regan looked at each other. Having worked as a patrol officer in the LAPD, a person who has been promoted from a patrol officer in the NYPD to a first-level detective is naturally familiar with how to find a hidden gang member on the street.
"The old way?" Danny Regan smiled and tilted his head at Jack.
“Old way.”
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“Bang!”
“Ouch, help!”
"Bang! Bang!"
"No. Please."
Jack stood at the entrance of a smelly alley, looking around with a cigar in his mouth. In the alley behind him From time to time there was the sound of fists and flesh engaging in friendly sparring.
Soon, Danny Regan, with his coat open, rubbed his sore wrists and walked out of the alley, "This bastard doesn't know anything. He wasted two hundred dollars. Next one." Today's street kid in New York The gangsters were in bad luck, because the same scene happened in various streets and alleys around Clinton District at the same time. Of course, it was a loss for them to pay hundreds of dollars in medical expenses for a meal. earn.
Two hours later, after the FBI spent tens of thousands of dollars on a special fund that could not be known to the public, several messages were sent to Danny Regan's cell phone from several NYPD patrol officers or detectives.
"Is it that kid? He looks similar to Wilmer in clothes." Jack drove his Firebird at this moment and followed a boy on a bicycle from a distance.
No choice, the FBI's black Suburban was too conspicuous, so he simply drove out his Firebird. At least this car would not look too obtrusive on the streets of New York.
"Damn it, what did you change for this baby? Can it break out of the atmosphere when it is erected?" Danny Regan felt like he was about to climax as he listened to the dull and powerful sound of the engine.
"Theoretically, just install wings. I originally had a Hennessey Mammoth, which was more powerful than this one, but it was a pity that it was swept away by a group of terrorists." Jack felt very sad when he thought about his former favorite car. .
"I should have signed up to be an FBI after I was discharged from the army." Danny Regan deliberately pretended to be stupid.
"Haha, it's just some business of my own. It has nothing to do with the job of the FBI. I don't want to be approached by the OPR." Jack quickly clarified, indicating that everyone was in the same camp and was just doing something dirty. It was not true. The kind of black policeman.
Although Danny Regan is a first-class police detective, his grandfather and father are or were the commissioners of the NYPD. In New York, he is considered to be middle- and upper-class, but this guy has it all. A bit shabby.
According to him, he has two sons and his wife is a housewife. Considering the consumption level in New York, the salary he gets from the NYPD will probably not be left with much money after one year.
It seems that the Reagan family, a family of police officers, is a rare and upright family. Although Jack doesn’t know which drama they are characters in, he thinks they are a typical American theme. A series about the theme.
Jack likes to deal with characters in such American-style dramas, because the villains portrayed by the screenwriters of such dramas are usually more facial-looking, and even if they involve high-level conflicts or political conflicts, they are relatively simple or easy to resolve.
To put it bluntly, the protagonists in this type of drama are more suitable for hugging.
The gangster boy who was followed by the two men was riding a bicycle flexibly in the traffic. Jack had to keep up with him. It’s quite difficult as you don’t want to be noticed by the other party.
Fortunately, there are other NYPD plainclothes and FBI surveillance teams nearby, and Jubal Valentine of the Operations Center is also providing them with location information through real-time road monitoring.
Today is not as rushed as last night. The two did not even have basic communication tools at the time, and had to rely on mobile phones to make calls. This time, basic individual radios and headsets were all equipped.
As the traffic became thinner and sparse, and there were more and more abandoned buildings around them, they followed them all the way to a remote street.
"It should be nearby." Danny Regan pointed to an old chimney not far away, "There is an abandoned factory building on the corner of the street."
Jack placed As I turned the corner at a slow speed, I saw the gangster boy stopped his bicycle and was about to take a bag of things from the back seat of the car.
The moment he turned back, he happened to see the Firebird approaching slowly. He couldn't hold it steady in his hand, and the bag fell to the ground. The gangster didn't bother to pick it up, and stepped forward like his butt was on fire. Get on the bike and pedal like crazy.
"Ignore him, surround this factory." Danny Regan gave the order on the intercom. At the same time, Jack parked the car at the door of the factory and quickly followed several NYPD vehicles nearby. Police cars and FBI Subban also rushed to the scene.
Jack directly picked up an M870 shotgun from the back seat, stuffed two rounds of door-breaking bullets, and walked towards the main entrance of the factory.
“He is preparing to escape.” Danny Regan, who was following him, passed by the package and kicked it, revealing the clothes, hats, masks and other items inside.
Different from the method of shooting at the door lock in movies and TV shows, Jack's shotgun was aimed at the upper and lower hinges on the other side of the wooden door.
Seeing that all nearby teammates were in place, Jack pulled the trigger. After two gunshots, Danny Regan stepped forward and kicked out, and the door panel, which was not thick, spun around and flew out. .
"FBI"
"NYPD!"
"Bernardo, surrender!"
The factory is decorated in a heavy metal bar style. It may have been used as an underground bar, but it has been abandoned long ago and is piled on the ground. Covered with thick dust.
A tattooed bald man at the bar was caught off guard. Before he could react, a group of police officers rushed in. He subconsciously grabbed the dagger at hand and put it on his throat.
Behind Jack and Danny Regan, the NYPD and FBI separated from them and entered other rooms to search, leaving only the three people in the confrontation.
(End of this chapter)