Chapter 513 The man behind the scenes (two chapters in one)
Sunlight shines into the dim room from the open doorway, and dust flies up and down in the light, undulating.
Bernardo looks to be in his early 20s, very young, of typical Indian-European mixed race, with a very strong physique. His whole body, even from his cheeks to his forehead, is covered with tattoo symbols of unknown meaning.
In the temperature of more than ten degrees, he was only wearing a sports vest, glaring at the two policemen in front of him menacingly, and holding the dagger firmly against his throat.
“Throw away the little toy in your hand and kneel down!” Danny Regan yelled, and the stainless steel Smith & Wesson M39 pistol in his hand was pointed steadily at his head.
Jack felt a little weird. Two policemen were pointing guns at a suspect who was holding a knife to his neck. The sense of immediate sight was too strong.
“Hey, Bernardo, take it easy, you’re cutting in the wrong place, if you push harder, you’ll be in bed for the rest of your life, and you’ll have to feed through a tube.”
Bernardo originally looked determined to die, but when he said this, he immediately showed hesitation and subconsciously moved the blade a few inches higher.
Tsk, it didn’t look like he was too smart. Jack put the shotgun in Danny Regan’s hand, took off his body armor, and rolled up his shirt sleeves.
"Are you sure? Why don't you leave it to me?" Danny Regan didn't know Jack's skills and was a little uneasy.
"It's okay, ten of these little pieces of trash will be fine." Jack said lightly, not very lethal but extremely insulting.
Bernardo slowly put down the dagger, his chest heaved violently several times, and with a loud roar, he rushed forward quickly and stabbed him in the lower abdomen with the knife.
Jack was too lazy to play any tricks with him. He took a half step back to let the stabbing dagger pass. His right hand reached out like a poisonous snake and accurately caught his right wrist. His thumb and The index finger suddenly exerts force.
“Danglang”
“Ah!”
The dagger fell to the ground, and Bernardo felt as if his right wrist was clamped by a hydraulic clamp. The excruciating pain made him kneel down on one knee involuntarily, letting out a heart-rending scream.
Jack gripped his wrist tightly, applying force little by little, and continued to twist his entire arm at a slow but firm speed. Bernardo screamed and took two steps forward on his knees, and was forced to swing in humiliation. It became a posture with one hand tied behind the back.
"Stop, stop, bastard, kill me! Kill me!"
Bernardo only felt that his arm was about to be twisted into a knot, as Jack continued to increase Due to the strength, his original posture of kneeling on his knees eventually changed to lying completely on the ground, his cheeks humiliatingly pressed against the dusty ground, and he was panting wildly.
"So now, can you open your heart and talk to us about the bomb?"
Jack let go of his wrist and stepped on his back with a slight pressure on his toes. Bernardo felt a sense of soreness throughout his limbs, and at the same time he could hear a terrifying creaking sound coming from his spine, as if there was something going on there the next second. Will be stepped on.
"Kill me! Kill me! I won't say anything, you'd better kill me now!"
Saliva and tears mixed with the dust on the ground, making Bell Nadeau's face, which originally looked hideous and terrifying because of those tattoos, became a bit more comical.
This guy looked like a typical thug at first glance. Although the bombs were not too complicated, Jack didn't think he could complete such delicate work with his IQ.
The FBI investigated him thoroughly when they got his name. He was a Salvadorian who grew up in New York. He dropped out of school and joined a gang at the age of 12.
A semi-illiterate who has not even been able to complete a happy education and has no military experience. If he can become an explosives expert through self-taught skills, Jack would rather believe that the current President is really a Siris spy.
Just as I was about to remove a few of his bones to see if this guy was really that tough-talking, an NYPD police officer poked his head out of the room inside and said loudly, "It seems we have something to say this time. A double harvest, this is his bomb laboratory.”
Rip, Jack didn’t expect the slap in the face to come so quickly, and handed Bernardo over to an NYPD police officer. Danny Regan walked into the inner room.
I saw a workbench in the room, which was littered with materials and tools such as a balance, a desktop magnifying glass, wires, and an old-fashioned mobile phone used as a detonator.
"This is the trigger fuse of an M26 grenade. Did this guy really do it?" Danny Regan did not touch anything at will. He just turned on the flashlight and looked at the workbench carefully, trying to find some clues. .
"Is that blood?" Jack grabbed his hand and held the flashlight to a pair of wire cutters.
"It should be right." The latter came closer to observe carefully, and then nodded.
“Wait a minute!” Jack quickly walked out of the room and stopped the NYPD police officer who was about to put Bernardo into the police car.
"Let me see his hands, I want them both."
Bernardo has returned to his previous unruly look and is about to struggle with the police officer After struggling for a while, he finally looked up and met Jack's slightly narrowed dangerous eyes. He shuddered involuntarily and turned around obediently.
"Wow, I can't believe how strong your hands are. I should invite you to participate in the arm wrestling competition in the bureau." Danny Regan even started to get angry when he saw the swelling on Bernardo's wrist. The two black finger prints made him whistle.
Jack lowered his head and carefully examined the guy's ten fingers one by one, then stood up and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the President is not a Siris spy, uh. No, I should say, < br>
"This guy does have an accomplice. There are no scars on his hands. There is another person who made the bomb."
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20 minutes later, it was still the same NYPD In the interrogation room, the monitor that was pulled down by someone was still hanging slightly in the corner of the wall, but this time there was only one person left conducting the interrogation.
"The boss above hopes that I can solve the case as soon as possible, so there is no time to waste on you. Tell me who made those bombs. Maybe I can help you find a more comfortable cell."
Jack is quite satisfied. He knocked on the table impatiently. It was already noon. Although the case was progressing smoothly and there was a major breakthrough in less than 24 hours, as long as the person who made the bomb was still at large, new bombs might appear at any time.
"I won't say it, lock me up, please." Bernardo drooped one of his arms weakly, crying with snot and tears.
"Jack, come out." Danny Regan appeared at the door of the interrogation room and knocked lightly on the door.
Jack stood up a little anxiously, walked to Bernardo, put one hand on his shoulder, and pushed and pulled with the other hand, resetting his joints with a snap.
"When I come back, I hope you have figured it out." After leaving these words, Jack walked out of the interrogation room.
“Something happened.” Danny Regan’s face was extremely ugly and he deliberately lowered his voice and said, “Wilmer died in the detention center and was disemboweled. The guards haven’t found him yet. "
"When the detention center in New York takes in prisoners, don't they first understand the background of the other party? They don't hold the MS-13 people in separate cells? Jack was speechless. The previous threat to Wilmer was really just a threat, but it turned out to be true. This also made him understand why Bernardo was unwilling to speak.
But now that we knew the crux of the problem, it was easier to deal with it. The two returned to the interrogation room together, and Jack spoke again. "I know what you are worried about. How about we make a deal? As long as you tell us who made the bomb and who was behind it, I will send you to the highest-level prison in Colorado."
Bernardo smiled miserably, "It's useless, no matter which prison I am in, any special single cell, they can find me, and I will definitely die there."
Jack shrugged and did not refute him on this matter, "Maybe, but do you really think you can survive without saying anything?"
Seeing his confusion, he seemed not to understand. Jack sighed and continued to explain what he meant.
“You haven’t heard that two of my FBI colleagues were killed in the explosion in the apartment building, right? Do you really think we will let you stay in prison until you die? ? You know, the life there is much more comfortable than the hellish life you had before.”
Seeing Bernardo raising his head in shock, his eyes widened with fear, Jack knocked on the table and spoke again without waiting for him to say anything.
“I guarantee that if you cooperate, the prison area where you will be detained will be filled with old guys in their fifties and sixties, and you will stay in a separate cell most of the time, but then Let me hear you say no, then."
"Without FBI arrangements, the NYPD will send you to the most chaotic prison in New York State, where a large number of '18th Street' felons are imprisoned, I think they will be happy to see your marked face."
Danny Regan continued unhurriedly and cooperated with Jack.
"MS-13" and "18th Street" are notorious rivals. It is basic common sense in any prison in the United States that prisoners from the two gangs must be strictly separated.
Bernardo's face turned green and white, and he was obviously troubled.
After waiting for a long time, feeling that the heat was almost done, Jack and Danny Regan looked at each other and gave each other a look. The latter stood up suddenly, "OK, this is your choice, right? Then As you wish."
"No, no, I said, the bomb maker's name is Brick, he is the community sports center The administrator, his mother has a small restaurant in Clinton District, and the manager is Robert Lawrence. That’s all I know. Please, I don’t want to die.”
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"Damn, it was the veteran. I actually wanted to buy him a drink."
Danny Regan urgently applied for an arrest warrant against Brick and a search warrant for his home and his mother's restaurant, and after arranging for the ESU to dispatch, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The previous operation against Bernardo was actually somewhat irregular. Neither the NYPD nor the FBI had time to apply for a search warrant.
If there was nothing in the abandoned factory building at that time, and neither the suspect was found nor the evidence was searched, then the party who ordered the break-in would definitely be in some trouble.
The NYPD has to face accountability from the District Attorney's Office, not to mention internally. The FBI also has some eyes from the Department of Justice watching, and it may be troublesome at any time.
The reason why Jack took the initiative to pick up the shotgun and broke into the door first was not because the lawyers from the Department of Justice were easy to deal with, but because the NYPD represented by Danny Regan was already obtaining intelligence from the streets. Having shown enough sincerity in this matter, it should be the FBI's turn at that time.
Sharing the credit together also means that we have to shoulder the trouble together. Dana Moir hinted Jack to know about Danny Regan's background, but she didn't mean to tell him that his background was deep enough to throw away the blame casually.
If Jack really thinks so, then his career in the FBI has almost come to an end. Regardless of whether the current NYPD director has any intention of letting his son take over in the future, Dana Moger hopes that the two of them will The partnership between them can become a link between the two parties and deepen their influence, instead of causing trouble for the director.
If the case is solved in the end, although the NYPD takes half of the credit and gets into a lot of trouble, but the FBI can escape unscathed, it would be too disrespectful to other people's intelligence. .
Just imagine, sometimes everyone takes the blame together, and the senior managers on both sides wipe the butts of their subordinates, and then sit down and express their feelings together.
I would like to say that the troublesome thing in my family has caused trouble for you. The other side waved his hand and said that my unsatisfactory thing was not much better. Then we laughed together. Isn’t it the best way to deepen the relationship? In a good way?
Watching Danny Regan here keep giving orders, the news from the front showed that the progress was going smoothly, and Jack was also using his mobile phone to communicate in real time with Jubal Valentine in the operations center.
Bernardo gave two names. In addition to Brick, who was responsible for making the bomb, Robert Lawrence, who was hiding behind the scenes and planning all this, was the final entrée and the most difficult one to deal with.
Looking at the information on his phone, Jack’s brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and finally formed the character Sichuan.
“This Robert Lawrence is a big problem. Last year we almost linked him to an attempted bombing at the YSL Church in the River Valley. TATP (triperoxide) was used as the explosive. Acetone) failed to detonate successfully due to a problem during the synthesis process."
Danny Regan glanced at Jack's cell phone in his busy schedule, and had obviously guessed the reason for his expression. reason.
"It sounds like you are familiar with him? Can you give him a brief introduction?"
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 doesn't seem to make any money, and it has set up some kind of "National Great Foundation", claiming to examine whether all public policies are beneficial to the country.
“If you pay attention to those garbage political commentary programs, you can often see this guy on camera. Whenever they need some violent comments, they will invite such a thing. To put it simply, he is A spicy crispy one.”
When Danny Regan introduced Robert Lawrence, his expression looked like he was eating shit.
“Uh, white supremacist?” Jack tried to find a more accurate adjective.
"He is even more extreme. Basically, he will say whatever the idiots like to hear. In terms of speech, the head of state is more moderate than him. Except for the so-called 'blue blood nobles', even other white people, if they are not willing Being a slave is also eliminated, not to mention those of other skin colors."
Well, Jack fully understands what a precious thing this is, what Danny Regan said is "blue blood." "Aristocrat" is somewhat different from the old European Spanish aristocrats who thought they were blue-blooded people with noble blood because of bulging veins caused by silver poisoning.
There is a saying for the "blue-blood aristocracy" here, which is "WASP", which is the abbreviation of WhiteAnglo-SaxonProtestant. These four letters represent the three identities of white people, Anglo-Saxon people and Protestants respectively.
Only Americans with these three identities can be regarded as the pure yellow flag of old America, which is much nobler than the 20 million "pure Americans" certified by the Mayflower Descendants Association.
"So he is one of them?" Jack thought of Dana Moger's previous hints and wondered if he would get into trouble if he killed such a guy.
Although "blue blood aristocracy" is usually just a joking term, it is also mixed with some conspiracy theories. For example, this country is controlled by the "WASP" consortium and the "Judas consortium", and the two combine and fight with each other. Such statements.
But as the saying goes, groundless rumors may not be unfounded. In Jack's previous life, this may have been just a conspiracy theory, but in this world, who knows what it will be interpreted into. What if it is true?
“It’s just a shoe shine cloth.” Danny Regan said with disdain.
"That guy is actually a despicable Jew." He suddenly stopped and looked around subconsciously.
Jack had a smile on his face, "I didn't hear anything."
Today, the two chapters are combined into one. I am going out for a meal with friends tonight.
In addition, this chapter may involve some sensitive content, so please do not talk about diodes.
(End of this chapter)