Chapter 1134 Father and daughter meet
If you want to show the tenderness of a strong man in a Hollywood movie, in addition to matching the protagonist with a sexy girl with flaming red lips, you can also add a daughter-slave setting to him.
It seems very strange that an old man who has been imprisoned in a secret prison for nearly 30 years has a 25-year-old daughter.
Well, the question is that Mason has escaped from prison twice, and this daughter happened to be the one who fell in love with an American woman he met in a bar in the short period of one month between when he escaped from Alcatraz Prison and when he was captured again. result.
Although Jack already knew the whole story, he still couldn't complain about this bloody setting.
But he had a question that he wanted answered, "Sir, since the FBI knew he had a daughter, didn't it ever think of using her to do something? For example, blackmail Mason into handing over those films."
He was answered by Director Womack's righteous face, "The FBI has long ceased to be the way it was in the Hoover era."
Seeing Jack's half-smiling expression back at him, he sighed slightly, "OK, it's David Rossi. He was strongly opposed to me doing this."
"Now it seems that this is a very correct decision, isn't it, sir?" Jack breathed a sigh of relief. Rossi was indeed the kind old man he was familiar with.
At this time, a piercing loud noise came from the next door. The two people who were talking turned around at the same time and were horrified to find a spider web-like crack on the one-way glass between the two rooms.
When Jack left just now, in order to show his sincerity, he did not put the handcuffs on Mason again. At this time, the old man was flexing his muscles, struggling to lift the steel chair he was sitting on and smashing it against the one-way glass.
Jack subconsciously protected his director behind him, took out his gun and pointed it at the interrogation room.
"Don't shoot! Jack! Don't shoot!" Chief Womack, who was hiding behind Jack, reminded him loudly.
Of course it was impossible for Jack to shoot, but he still had to make the necessary gesture. Otherwise, when the director came back to his senses, he would have to put on some shoes.
The loud noise sounded again, and the tempered glass cracked into fine lines. Mason dropped the steel chair, which was no less than his own weight, raised his arm and hit the already vulnerable glass with an elbow, and the debris suddenly flew apart. A big hole.
The alarm sounded, and Director Womack looked at Mason, who was all hair and beard, speechless for a moment.
"Womack! I knew it was you, you piece of shit!" Mason's expression was ferocious, as if he was choosing someone to devour.
At this time, the interrogation room door was opened, and two guards armed with police weapons and the detective who had been guarding the door rushed in.
The old guy immediately raised his hands in a sensible manner, and squatted down with his head in his hands in a skillful and heart-wrenching manner.
"Two hours, Jack, remember you only have two hours." Director Womack, who seemed a little worried, left angrily, not forgetting to warn him before leaving.
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The Fourmont Hotel is a very famous hotel brand. For example, the Peace Hotel in Seris Mall is almost a household name.
The history of the Fourmont Hotel on Nob Hill in downtown San Francisco can be traced back to 1907. The United Nations Charter was signed in the hotel's Opera House.
The wealthy FBI has taken over the entire top floor. Anyway, it's noon and it only takes two hours, so it can't delay the arrival of the celebrities.
Nearly a hundred FBI agents sealed off the entire penthouse as if facing a formidable enemy. However, when Jack appeared downstairs in the hotel with a beautiful girl, what he saw was that she was hanging by one hand from the balcony of the penthouse by a shower curtain rope. Mr. FBI Director.
Jack subconsciously glanced at the time, tsk, it was only an hour since he left. The FBI agents upstairs were busy trying to save their boss. Jack looked up and saw that the top balcony was about seven or eight stories above the ground. The people above didn't seem to notice him, so there was no need to rush. He rushed forward to show his loyalty.
The hotel entrance is a classical style arch more than three meters high, with three marble columns on the left and right. The entrance is bustling with people, and the parking boy in red uniform is very busy.
Amid the screams of the crowd at the door, Mr. Mason, who had had his hair cut and his face shaved, and dressed in a high-end suit, stumbled out. He lowered his head and was about to rush towards a Hummer on the side of the road, but was stopped by Jack loudly.
"Mason, I think the person you want to see is here."
Mason turned back in shock, his eyes first falling on Jack, then moving along his arms to the face of the brown-haired girl he was holding, "Jade?"
His face immediately changed, and he strode forward angrily, shouting at Jack, "Get your dirty hands off my daughter, you bastard FBI boy!"
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The Palace of Fine Arts is a famous attraction in San Francisco, not far from the Golden Gate Bridge.
Although there is a palace in the name, it is actually just a large dome-style pavilion, surrounded by multiple red columns and stone walls, a ventilation-like Roman ruin-style building.
But to this day, the main hall built for the 1914 Panama Pacific International Exposition can be regarded as a century-old historical building. The surrounding scenery is beautiful, and it is a good location for wedding photos.
There was a flower bed and several stone seats in the middle of the Palace of Fine Arts. Jack made a very gentlemanly gesture of invitation to the father and daughter, who had remained silent all the way, and then walked aside.
"The last time I saw your photo, you were only ten years old." After sitting down for a long time, Mason finally said.
Compared to the old father who had never been masked before, the girl Jade Angelo was in a slightly calmer mood. After all, Jack had already told her the purpose of her trip when he came to pick her up.
"I can recognize you. After my mother passed away, I dug out your photo from her belongings. You haven't changed much."
"Ah, what...me..." Mason's throat rolled up and down for a long time, as if he had thousands of words to say but he didn't know where to start.
Finally, Jade Angelo took the initiative to stir up the topic, "I know you have been in prison for so many years, but the FBI, he told me that you are not a bad person, just a patriot.
I don't know what this really means, but I want to believe it. ”
Mason subconsciously looked at the FBI guy not far away who was facing away from the two of them, his eyes slightly surprised.
After sitting down and standing up, standing up and sitting down again, Mason finally calmed down, "Jade, I have been imagining it over and over again, trying to practice what to say when I see you. < br>
But after we met, I didn’t know where to start because there were so many things I wanted to tell you.
About me and your mother, about why I couldn't be with you, about... everything. ”
(End of chapter)