Chapter 514 Press Conference
“The FBI just lost two of its best agents over the past few years, Maggie Bell and Omar Zidan, who were the pride of our family. and respected members, their passing is a devastating loss for us and for all the citizens they served.
All of our New York office detectives will be waiting until those killers are brought to trial. The vacation will be cancelled"
In front of countless microphones and cameras, Dana Moge looked serious and gave a briefing that lasted more than ten minutes in a heavy tone to a group of media reporters.
She reviewed the unfortunate bombing case yesterday afternoon, expressed her condolences for the deceased who was killed in this case, expressed condolences to the family of the deceased, and then briefly introduced the following two people in the process of protecting citizens. The life of the detective who unfortunately gave his life.
"Excuse me, do you have any suspects now?" A female reporter raised her hand and asked.
"Yes, regarding the specific progress of the case, senior detective Jack Tavole, who is in charge of the case, will answer your questions." Dana Moger stepped aside and tilted her head to indicate that she had been standing by her. Jack stepped forward from behind.
Although this was just a simple impromptu press conference, the layout was quite simple. There were no tables or chairs. In the small conference room, everyone was standing. More than 20 people from various media and TV reporters huddled around a small podium.
But as a man in two lives, it was also the first time for Jack to formally face the news media. He said that he was not nervous, which was absolutely false. Under the flash of flashing lights, facing the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, his psychological quality could not be better. Strong people can't help but feel a little frightened.
Pinching the thin folder in his hand, he felt a little dumbfounded. The Public Affairs Office listed for him a series of questions from reporters that he might encounter, and 99% of the answers were, "Nothing." The notice may have nothing to do with this case.
Jack's appearance caused some minor commotion, and the reporters seemed very surprised. They had been speculating on the identity of this young man who looked too tender-faced.
From the perspective of image and temperament, most people think that this may be a new rookie agent from the Office of Public Affairs, and there is a high probability that he will be the new spokesperson of the FBI New York office.
A few younger female reporters had taken out their small mirrors to secretly touch up their makeup, hoping to leave a good impression on the newcomer. If they could establish a good relationship with such a handsome guy, Maybe I can get an exclusive channel, if I can go further.
Of course, there are a few male reporters who are quite disapproving. This young man looks handsome, but his face is unshaven. Although the suit and shirt he wore looked expensive, they were wrinkled and stained in many places, making them look very unprofessional.
As soon as they heard the introduction of Dana Moge, who turned out to be a senior agent and the person in charge of the current major case, everyone became excited and started talking quietly. The sound suddenly became louder, and people rushed to ask questions.
A beautiful female reporter tried her best to squeeze through the crowd of reporters. Before speaking, she did not forget to tug on her expensive professional suit to reveal her career line more clearly. "I can first ask the age of Senior Agent Jack Tavole." "Yeah, you look really young."
The reporters around her laughed softly. Jack was a little numb. Why was the first question not included in the prompt? There are obviously so many listed above.
Trying to recall the press conferences of the Siris diplomatic team that he had seen on video in his previous life, Jack cleared his throat and replied, "25 years old, I hope you will focus on this press conference. Topic question, if there are any similar questions in the future, I will refuse to answer.”
The eyes of the reporters at the scene lit up. The 25-year-old FBI senior agent is quite rare, if not unique. Everyone wrote the name Jack Tavole in their shorthand notebooks, intending to inquire about this person's resume when they went back.
The next person who was called was a male reporter. This one was much more professional and did not waste his opportunity to ask questions. "When the bombing occurred yesterday, did the two FBI victims who were killed happen to be there?" Was it at the scene, or did you learn some news in advance?”
"Among the clues we know so far, we have not found the possibility of deliberately targeting FBI agents. The two heroic agents happened to be performing other tasks nearby at the time. After receiving the alarm, they arrived as quickly as possible. At the scene, trying to help evacuate civilians in the apartment, this is what I saw with my own eyes! No one expected the second explosion, and they faithfully fulfilled the oath they swore when they joined the FBI.”
Jack did not answer the question directly, but introduced the actual situation at the time by explaining the facts to avoid being deliberately misinterpreted. This was all learned from watching the video.
The amount of information he said was quite large, and someone immediately asked, "So were you there at the time?"
Jack hesitated for a moment, nodded, and the sound suddenly rang out again. There was a discussion.
A well-informed reporter immediately asked, "Agent Tavole, I interviewed 26th Fire Brigade Captain Owen Strand this morning. He said that an FBI agent rescued him and another person before the apartment collapsed. Civilian, is that agent you? "
This question has completely gone beyond the plan prepared by the public office. Jack subconsciously glanced at Dana Moger next to him, who showed no trace of his face. He nodded.
"Yes, Captain Owen Strand is a hero. He and his teammates were trying to save other people's lives from beginning to end. I just happened to be there."
< br>Jack paused, feeling that the reporters' questions were going a bit off track, getting further and further away from the purpose that Dana Moger had discussed with him, so he quickly emphasized it again.
“Please focus your questions on the theme of this press conference, otherwise I will refuse to answer any subsequent questions.”
Finally, a reporter asked the key question, "Is the other car bombing in front of the Mexie Club last night and the unexploded bomb at the Clinton Community Sports Center this morning all done by the same group?"
Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes, we have sufficient evidence, and it is only a matter of time before we catch all the suspects."
Before he finished speaking, Dana Moger He took a step forward and interrupted other reporters who were trying to continue asking questions. "This is the only information that can be revealed at the moment. Thank you very much."
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"I just said it's not difficult. , you performed very well." In the office, Dana Moge looked at Jack who had taken off his tie and looked a little embarrassed.
This guy behaved quite calmly and calmly at the press conference, but as soon as he returned to the office, he was emitting white smoke like a freshly baked turkey.
"I'm sorry, I think I'm really not suitable to deal with this kind of scene. This is more exciting than shooting with a group of armed men."
Jack took the water poured by the female leader herself, He hurriedly drank it all in one gulp, and he couldn't help but feel frightened when he thought that he might appear in this kind of situation frequently in the future.
"Young people, you will get used to it after a few more experiences." A familiar voice came from the door, and IRS (Internal Revenue Service) director Ray King, whom he had not seen for a long time, unexpectedly appeared there.
(End of this chapter)