Chapter 516 Pressure Cooker Bomb and Canon in D Major = Beginning?
"The last bomb may explode at any time, and we don't have much time." Dana Moger quickly walked into the combat center, where the analysts were already busy.
“We need to find out his target location immediately. This time his target should not be those gang members. This bomb is designed to cause as many casualties as possible. It contains 12 grenades and various nails and The fragments were stuffed together into a pressure cooker.
Once this pressure cooker bomb was successfully detonated, I couldn't imagine what a hell scene would be."
Jubal Valentine. Various real-time news screens were displayed on the big screen, "Robert Lawrence will participate in a commentary program tonight in the CBS (CBS) studio. This is his best alibi. It is expected to be two hours later." .”
"Is there a way to deduce the most likely location of the attack?" Dana Moger didn't think it was a good idea to arrest Robert Lawrence now. With just the confession he had now, his legal team would be able to arrest this guy in minutes. Bail out.
An analyst called up several scenes, "The most likely locations are three. African-American residents in the Mott Harbor community are demonstrating on the streets. They believe that the apartment building in 'Hell's Kitchen' exploded. It was a Z-nationalist attack, and hundreds of people gathered.
There was also a vigil gathering near the collapsed apartment building, and hundreds of people were mourning the dead victims."
"Also. There is this, a community meeting in Clinton District, where representatives of local minority activists will gather to discuss recent conflicts. The start time of the meeting coincides with the time when Robert was on the show."
"This is it. It’s a gathering, it’s indoors, it’s not easy to evacuate, and the people Robert hates happen to be gathered there. The first two places are left to you to evacuate the crowd, and this place is left to us.”
Jack took out his cell phone and called Danny Regan. After learning that there was another bomb, he asked the detective to help him run to the bomb disposal team to pick up some equipment.
"Jack, be careful, and you'd better not arrest that bastard during the live broadcast." Watching him leave in a hurry, Jubal Valentine subconsciously warned him, and the latter didn't even look back. made the OK gesture.
When Jack ran out of the federal building, a speeding pickup truck stopped in front of him, and then a tired-looking Danny Regan poked his head out of the cab.
“Hey, man, I forgot to mention, I saw you show up at the press conference before. You performed really well. It seems that there will be a lot of girls in New York staying up all night tonight.”< br>
Jack rolled his eyes and looked behind the pickup truck, only to see a strange-looking small trailer being towed there, with a device that looked like a large globe placed on the trailer.
This thing's scientific name is a vehicle-mounted explosion-proof can. It is almost impossible to see this kind of thing in American TV series, because it is like in a road movie. If the protagonist is far ahead with one in his hand, the film will not be able to be filmed.
Explosion-proof cans also have bugs like this. Unless the explosive is a type of bulletproof vest or horizontal bomb that is not suitable for movement, or the explosion yield is too large, it should be thrown into it as soon as possible. is the optimal solution.
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At 8 pm, in the CBS Broadcast Center studio on West 57th Street in Midtown Manhattan, Danny Regan yawned and stared impatiently in front of the camera. Nonsense Robert Lawrence.
"How long will this guy last? I can't hold it anymore, I really want to go back to sleep. Why are we both awake for two days, but we can't see it at all on your face?"
Jack stared at Robert Lawrence in the studio without blinking. There was no expression on his face, but his words were very hurtful, "Maybe it's because I just turned 25 and you are about to turn 50."
< br>"I'm only 42, and there's still a long time before I turn 50. Damn it, I quite liked you as a guy and wanted to invite you to our family dinner every Sunday."
Danny Regan pouted unhappily. Although men don't care about age like women do, to be honest, he is indeed very jealous of the FBI boy next to him.
I think back then he was also a famous lothario in New York. It wasn’t until he met his current wife, Linda, that he changed his ways and became a good family man.
With his many years of experience, he can already predict what kind of turmoil a guy like Jack will cause in the New York social scene that advocates "fast life".
At this time, on the other side of the open studio, Robert Lawrence was still engaged in a verbal exchange with an African-American woman under the guidance of the host.
“Whether I feel sad because of the bombing, of course, but as for the accident, I don’t feel sad at all.”
“Yes, the black people were blown up, and you "Aren't you surprised?" The African-American woman looked like she was going crazy with him.
“Yes, the violence in this community is just an external manifestation of its internal chaos, but no one wants to face it, let alone admit it
Whether it is those who are Prayer vigils or protests, can these really solve the problem? What people should really do is face the root causes behind these incidents."
Danny Regan's fingers kept rubbing the holster on his waist impatiently, making people worry that he would take out his gun and shoot the guy in the head the next second. "Remember our plan, hold back, don't be impulsive." It's just the victim's guilt theory. Jack has heard many violent theories in his past life, so where does this go?
After all, the person who was wrongfully accused and whose reputation was damaged was because the victim took the initiative to publicize it, so the verdict that the defendant is not guilty can be openly written in the court judgment.
Finally at halftime, Jack and Danny Regan directly blocked Robert Lawrence in the dressing room.
"What are the NYPD and FBI planning to accuse me of?" This guy raised his head, arrogantly as if he was really a big shot.
"Premeditated murder, premeditated hate crime." Danny Regan snorted.
"Premeditated? So you don't have direct evidence, do you?" Robert Lawrence seemed to have no sense of nervousness about facing law enforcement.
"You'll know when you come back with us." Jack was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.
At this moment, the studio suddenly became busy, and someone was talking loudly, "Breaking news, there is a bomb threat at the Clinton District Community Meeting."
Robert· Lawrence showed a trace of uneasiness on his face, glanced at Danny Regan, who always had his hand on his gun, and said.
"I guess I should call my lawyer."
"Feel free." Danny Regan shrugged.
Robert Lawrence deliberately prolonged his tone and pointed to the briefcase beside him, "My cell phone is in that bag, can I take it out? You won't shoot me, right? Right?"
"Do you want me to tell the cameraman over there to focus the camera here?" Jack's tone was full of sarcasm.
"Then I'll take it as your consent." Robert Lawrence looked at the chaotic venue in the live broadcast. The evacuation work was obviously not going smoothly.
Jack and Danny Regan watched his performance expressionlessly. The guy first slowly took out his cell phone from his bag, and then said in a cowardly manner, "Oh, I forgot his cell phone number. I also need to get my mobile phone number."
Then he reached out and took out a note from his suit pocket, entered a series of numbers on his mobile phone and dialed it.
"Wow, I seem to have entered the wrong number. I have to try again." Before Robert Lawrence finished speaking, his hand that was about to hang up the phone was suddenly grabbed by Jack.
The cheerful "Canon in D Major" from "Miridosi. La Falasi" suddenly sounded. Jack smiled and took out an evidence bag from his pocket. Inside was the vibrating stage. Old mobile phone.
"Are you surprised? Bastard!" Danny Regan held him down and cuffed his hands behind his back.
PY about the beautiful comics written by the big guys in the same group.
Chen Tao never expected that even if he traveled through time, he would actually become Batman himself.
As we all know, Batman is extremely smart, has superb wisdom, and has extraordinary fighting skills. But - what does all this have to do with me, a time traveler?
Oh! It's okay, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...? ! ? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?
(End of this chapter)