Chapter 1133 Negotiation with Mason
Through the thick one-way glass, Director Womack made no attempt to hide the expression of hatred on his face.
This made Jack a little more curious about how much psychological shadow John Mason in the interrogation room next door had brought to the director.
Jim Womack held several thin pieces of A4 paper in his hands, and the shaking in his hands was so severe that the paper made a slight crisp sound.
"Sir?" Jack looked at his director in confusion. It had been almost ten minutes since Mason was sent to the interrogation room. Now every second counts.
The FBI was currently establishing a joint command center at Pier 39 opposite Alcatraz Island, and the time given by General Hammer was not generous.
It has to be said that this experienced soldier chose an excellent location. Unless the military was not afraid of leaks and directly sent warships to surround the island, or lined up air defense positions along the coastline, there would be no interception at all. Possibility of getting rid of those VX missiles.
The key point is that this kind of missile does not have to worry about the terminal interception of the close-range anti-artillery weapon system. The best way to spread VX poison is air explosion. After breaking through the distance of just a few kilometers at sea, the meaning of interception or not is no longer significant.
"These are full pardon documents signed by the Attorney General. I leave them to you, Jack. We just need to know how he escaped from Alcatraz and tell us the routes."
Jack subconsciously took the document and was a little confused, "Sir, I can see that you have dealt with him more than once. Why don't you talk to him in person?"
"No, whether it's me or David, our meeting with him will only make things very bad." Jim Womack looked at the past with a face that he couldn't bear to look back on.
"OK, then I need to confirm, am I really authorized to do so?"
After receiving a positive answer, Jack rolled his eyes silently in his mind, flicked the document in his hand and turned to go out. If he had known this, he would have been able to get it done on the way.
When he went out, he turned right and did not rush to enter again. He stood at the door of the interrogation room and made a few calls. After making some arrangements, he nodded to the two detectives guarding the door.
Jack walked into the interrogation room, forced a smile to the old guy who looked at him gloomily, and showed the handcuff key in his hand.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, but it took some time to prepare these documents."
"I've been waiting for thirty years, and I don't care if I keep waiting." John Mason took the document from Jack's hand, scanned it roughly, and tore it into pieces.
Jack was not surprised, and even collected the pieces of paper and put them into his pocket with a sense of fairness, and then used the key to open the handcuffs on the other party's hand.
"I forgot to introduce myself earlier, Agent Jack Tavole, you can call me Jack."
"Okay, Jack, can you tell me what happened now?" John Mason stroked his wrist impatiently, "I strongly suggest you send me back, it will be good for everyone."
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"There are 81 hostages being held in a place you are familiar with. We need your help now." Jack said.
"You mean Alcatraz? It has become a tourist attraction now?" John Mason was a little unbelievable.
"Are things different and people different?" Jack shrugged, "The situation is extremely urgent now. I will explain the details to you later.
To put it simply, what is before us now is a trolley problem. On one track are the lives of 81 hostages, and on the other track are the lives of 7.8 million citizens who are also threatened. No one likes to do this kind of multiple-choice question, and you are the key to letting us avoid doing this multiple-choice question. You know Alcatraz well and have successfully escaped from there. ”
Mason's old face was hidden behind his messy long white hair, making it difficult to see his expression. After a while, he slowly raised his head, reached out to push the long hair from his forehead, and showed a strange smile to Jack.
"This is not a formula that works for your FBI. Your style reminds me of some old Italian bastard who is proficient in psychology."
No wonder not only was the director, Jim Womack, unwilling to come in to talk in person, but even Rossi simply excused himself to go to the joint command center and fled. The "friendship" between these old guys was not shallow.
Jack had the impression that Mason was originally arrested for secretly photographing the FBI's secret files from the Hoover era, so the strange argument between Jim Womack and Rossi is understandable.
Edgar Hoover, who has been in charge of the FBI for half a century, although countless people still rebuke him or regard him as an idol in their hearts, what is more talked about is those in his private collection. Secret information.
What about the bathing photos of a certain president's wife, the "blockbuster" of Kennedy and Monroe, the truth behind the assassination of JFK, and even whether there are really aliens in Roswell, etc.
Even now, these are still big secrets that can shock people's eyes.
Although due to the confusing timeline, Hoover had long been dead when Mason did these things in this world, and it is not known how he broke through the FBI's layers of security to find this information.
But as Rossi said, in today's era, those once influential figures have long since passed away, various conspiracy theories emerge in endlessly, and some secrets have long been exposed.
Not to mention that Mason only had some microfilms in his hands. Even if the originals were declassified and made public, it was hard to say whether the sensational public opinion caused could last for a week, at least that's what Jack thought.
"I know you don't have any good impression of the FBI, and I don't expect you to have much trust in a young agent like me, but you can put forward your conditions first instead of rushing back to prison."
Jack looked seriously into the old man's eyes and said, trying hard to express his sincerity.
"OK, take me to a suite at the Fremont Hotel. I want to take a hot bath, shave, and get me a more comfortable suit." Mason agreed very readily.
"As you wish, sir." Jack looked at the time, "But we only have two hours, and then we will go on a mission. If you have other needs, you can put them forward."
"Then give me another haircut." Mason shook his "flowing" long hair.
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"He just agreed?" When Jack returned to the listening room next door, Director Womack's face was filled with disbelief.
Jack shook his head and laughed, "No, sir, he didn't agree, it was just a trick. Didn't you see that he tore up the pardon document? He never thought that he was secretly imprisoned for so many years because of his guilt. ”
"Then what are you going to do?" The director looked puzzled at the young man in front of him who still looked confident.
"He wants to take care of himself and wear a suit because he has someone he wants to see. Am I right?" Jack looked at his director with a smile.
(End of chapter)