Chapter 1269 Jessica
"Jessica Arnte?" Extracting the ID from the woman's shoulder bag, Jack looked at the photo above and fell into deep thought.
When the woman was rescued just now, she looked bloody, so he did not pay attention to her appearance. Looking at the photos on the ID, some dusty memories were about to move.
That's about a long-lost CIA.
After accidentally saving Alanna in a car accident, Jack already realized that fatalism and the so-called butterfly effect that must lead to tragedy do not exist.
In this world, there is no destined destiny that cannot be changed. Snatching a life from the God of Death will not lead to the plot of "The God of Death".
After coming to this world, Jack saved many tragedies and saved many lives that were lost to me.
I can't say that the results afterwards are perfect, but at least they haven't become worse than before.
The high-scoring American drama "Secretary Tracking" was once popular in Jack's previous life, not only in the United States, but also in Cyris.
The protagonists with distinctive personalities and unique temperaments made a group of brainless fans play CPs in various ways, and even to the point where they didn't even let go of the dog called "Little Bear" in the play.
Of course, there are also discussions about artificial intelligence and personal privacy. However, at that time, the major cities of Cyris already had urban monitoring projects such as Skynet Project, Snow Bright Project, Ping An City, etc., which were not as sensitive as European and American audiences.
Jack has seen some plot analysis, and in some of the discussions, the endings of several protagonists are somewhat fatalistic.
However, whether it is watching a drama in the past life or starting from personal experiences in this life, except for the screenwriter who directly gave a knife to the end in a hurry, Jack did not see any reason why the few people in the protagonist group had to die.
He was a Cyris in his previous life and had no feelings about conspiracy theories such as shadow government and privacy surveillance across the ocean.
He is a member of the system in this life. There are two senators who died in front of him. He has some of them touched some deep dark side, and naturally he is more qualified to speak without any pain in his back.
In short, for Jack today, both the protagonist group and the artificial intelligence that seems to be omnipotent but actually has less intelligent thinking skills, can actually have more and better choices.
Jessica Arnter, John Reiser's ex-girlfriend, White Moonlight, whom he loves most in his life, appears in front of Jack in a critical moment, which is the bitter fruit of someone's self-righteous choice.
Two ambulances and state police officers' cars appeared on the roadside one after another, and the harsh sirens also recalled Jack's thoughts.
After revealing his identity to the state police, Jack directly used Jiejie's cell phone to call his female boss, Dana Moger (his cell phone and gun are still in New York). After briefly explaining his needs, he called a second call.
"Hello, Agent Samuels, I'm Jack Tavoller."
The Wanted Criminals Team had dealt with Agent Samuels of the Marshals Department when assisting with the escape case at Allenwood Federal Prison in Pennsylvania (Chapter 813).
This black bailiff with extremely old-fashioned style first accepted a lot of favors from them. Not only did he receive timely reinforcements from the wanted criminals team when he was encircling drug dealers, but he also contributed a lot of money afterwards.
After Jack explained his intention, Samuels immediately agreed to his request and said that he would arrive in Atlantic City early tomorrow morning. Jiejie saw this operation. She is now a FBI agent with rich experience. Although she didn't think about it at first, she also noticed something was wrong at this time.
"You should accompany that husband into the ambulance first, and you must watch him." Jack winked at Jiejie, and he followed Jessica Arnter in a coma to another ambulance.
This was a carefully arranged car accident. He didn't know what happened yet, but the injury on Jessica's head was definitely not caused by the car accident.
Before the first responders arrived, Jack simply checked the situation in the car with a flashlight. Apart from the little blood on the airbag, there was no trace in the car that could show the cause of such serious brain trauma.
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"How is my wife? I want to know her current situation! Dear! Dear!"
"Your wife is undergoing rescue, Mr. Arnte, please calm down!"
The crazy man shouted in the hospital corridor. The two middle-aged aunts and nurses with big waists could not control him. The black hospital security guard next to him had already put his hands on his waist and wore a gun.
Until a strong hand was placed on the man's shoulder, the soreness from the shoulder blades instantly made him stop screaming.
"Please stay quiet in the hospital." Jack looked at the man in front of him with a smile, white, in his 40s, with a good appearance. Judging from his clothes, he was at least a middle-class.
The other party looked a little embarrassed at this time, with white fixing tape on the bridge of his nose, looking like a clown.
Jack can't say that he has any official power now, but after working in the FBI for a long time, even if he just stood there in casual clothes, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his timid temperament was a kind of coldness.
The man subconsciously took a half step back, his legs bent on the seat beside the corridor, and he couldn't help but sit down, "You and I mean, thank you and your friends for saving us."
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The man's half-stretched hand suddenly stiffened in the air, and his pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.
"Pipet Alent, sorry, I might have lost control just now, because I was worried. I was worried about my wife, I loved her very much."
The middle-aged man who barely squeezed out a smile on his face, and the middle-aged man who claimed to be Pete Alent was slightly panicked and tried to explain something.
Jack seemed to have no idea, and just nodded and sat down beside him, "I understand your mood very well, but your wife is very injured, I hope you can prepare in advance."
"Ah yes, no, my wife, she." Pete Arnte wanted to get up, but Jack pressed back to his seat again. "I heard of me, Pete." Jack looked like he was trying to calm him down. "You and I are not doctors. All you can do now is praying to God. What do you think?"
Facing Jack's eyes, the man always felt inexplicably guilty and swallowed nervously, "Maybe you are right, I was so excited just now."
(End of this chapter)