I am a policeman

Chapter 339 High IQ Criminals

"Check all the people John McClain offended, regardless of skin color, gender or age!"

The chief was speaking loudly when John McClain and Dees entered the station.

The chief is not an idiot either.

Molesting John McClain through the bomber, he guessed that the murderer was probably someone he had captured or offended before, or their family members, and now he is back for revenge.

"This guy is probably mentally ill, the kind of megalomaniac, who fantasizes that he can dominate everything and control John McLean's actions, thoughts, feelings and even thinking!"

In the director's office, psychological experts are analyzing the reason why the bomber asked John McLean to go to the black club to hang a sign and make trouble.

"It sounds like my admirer, will you send me flowers."

John McLean and Diss were bandaging their wounds, and they laughed at themselves after hearing the analysis from the psychologist.

"Everyone knows that you are sloppy because of divorce, but I didn't expect a man to like you." Hearing John McLean mocking himself, the director laughed.

"Director, I'm still joking at this moment." John McLean shook his head. "I want to know why this guy is targeting me. Is it because I'm more handsome than him, or if I really offended him, and now I'm back to take revenge."

"I don't know." The psychologist shook his head and said:

"I just know that if this guy really wants to hit you, the sign up in the black community is just the beginning, he will call you, order you, direct you, let you dance to his rhythm, I hope you press He asked to do it, or it probably would."

"Do I have to obey him obediently?"

John McLean was a little impatient with what the psychiatrist said, and said, "If he asks me to take off my clothes and let him do it, will I lie on the ground and let him manipulate me?"

"It depends on your choice."

The psychiatrist shrugged and was amused by John McLean's question. He turned around, looked at the director and said, "The guy who called is arrogant. Simon is probably not a fake name but his real name."

"Real name." Hearing this, the director looked at the head of the serious crime team.

"Simon Robb was arrested for kidnapping in 79 and sentenced to 15 years in prison. He was released on early parole two months ago for good behavior."

When the bomber called Simon for the first time, the head of the serious crimes team went to investigate. Seeing the chief looking at him, he quickly read out the information he had found.

"Simon Robb is a businessman. He kidnapped his partner's daughter because of financial disputes. He couldn't be a lunatic. What we are looking for is a lunatic, a lunatic who planted bombs crazily."

"A lunatic who knows bombs very well." A bald fat man in a suit walked into the office carrying a black suitcase.

This is Charlie, a bomb expert from the police station. He has dismantled many bombs and is a professional. He came to John McClain and said, "We found this in the playground. It's very professional."

As he spoke, Charlie the bald man slammed his suitcase down on the table.

"You don't have to worry about this thing exploding if you put it like this." Looking at the fat man's rude movements, the director couldn't help reminding.

"Don't worry, this thing hasn't been mixed yet, so it won't explode." The fat man shook his head, opened the suitcase, and showed everyone what's inside.

A simple detonator, most notably the two plastic columns in the middle, filled with liquid.

"This thing is very advanced. It explodes only when two liquids are mixed." The fat man started to demonstrate it for everyone.

He first sucked one of the liquids with a needle, dripped it on the table, and patted it with his shoe, but there was no reaction at all.

Another drop of fluid is then aspirated with the needle.

Mix the two liquids, turn them red, and throw them at the desk not far away.

There was a bang, and the chair in front of the desk was blown away.

The police officers outside the office were so frightened that they didn't know the situation, and they cursed at the fat man, "Charlie, what are you doing, why did you blow up that chair."

"I'm just showing you his power." Charlie shrugged and said with a smile on his face, "This thing is so powerful that a single drop can blow up chairs.

If the two liquids in this box are mixed and turn red, the power can blow up the entire police station into ruins. "

"How long does it take for us to react after it turns red?" Hearing the power described by the fat man, John McLean gasped. It would be troublesome if it happened, so he asked hastily.

"I don't know." Charlie shook his head and said lightly, "It could be an hour, it could be a minute, it could be a few seconds, it's all possible.

Once you find them fused, you're better off somewhere else, if in front of you. "

The fat man shrugged, "Whether you can escape depends on your luck."

"This thing is very rare, it shouldn't be difficult to find it." Looking at the liquid in the box, the director frowned and asked.

"It's been checked."

When Charlie found the bomb, he had someone search it.

The director's voice just fell.

The inspector of the Serious Crime Squad came in and reported, "Liven's laboratory was stolen last weekend, and it was these two liquids."

"How many are there? Can we make another bomb of this size?" John McClain asked curiously.

"Unfortunately, a lot of liquid was stolen." The inspector of the serious crime team shrugged and said helplessly, "It's a full two thousand pounds!"

"Two thousand rods, we can make hundreds of these." Hearing the amount of stolen liquid, the fat man gasped and said hastily,

"There are many ways to detonate this bomb, radio, electronics, lighters, etc., if these bombs are scattered to New York!"

Fatty didn't continue talking, but everyone in the office was terrified by the scene he described. Once it exploded, at least half of New York would be destroyed, and tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people would be killed or injured.

"Jingle bell bell..."

The phone is ringing!

The director hurriedly ordered everyone to be quiet, and at the same time gave a signal to the police officer in charge of tracking. The police officer immediately turned on the recording device, tracking and positioning device, and prepared to follow.

"Simon!"

After everything was ready, the director picked up the microphone and asked.

"Where did we send him, but he survived by chance, is my pigeon okay?" Seemingly saying a few words of nonsense, Simon suddenly asked.

"Pigeon!" The director was very puzzled.

"I have two pigeons, one white and one black, and they flew that day." Simon said lightly.

"Pigeon, one white and one black, you're talking about John McClain!" the director asked.

"I'm here, who are you?" John McClain, also holding the phone, said loudly.

"It finally appeared, my friend, where is your friend, that black pigeon." Hearing John McLean's voice, Simon said lightly.

"My friend, the black dove, is it Diss?"

Looking at Diss who was dressing his wound outside, and Lei Weidong who was bored and about to fall asleep, John McClain understood a little bit.

Immediately, someone called Diss in.

"Here he comes," said John McClain.

"Call him, I want to talk to him." Simon said lightly.

"You made a mistake. You ruined my plan for John McClain. My friend, you saved the wrong person." Diss had just picked up the microphone when he heard Simon say on the other end.

"You can stuff that plan into your asshole, bastard, if you stand in front of me, I'll push you to the toilet." Diss didn't care about Simon's threat at all, and started cursing directly.

"Drip~~!" Simon hung up the phone.

"Not tracked down, not enough time!" Looking at the director's expectant eyes, the policeman in charge of tracking shook his head.

"Hundreds or even thousands of lives are involved here. You'd better pray for him to call again." The director was very angry that the gangster was not tracked down, and lost his temper with Diss, thinking that he was too impulsive.

"Don't worry, he will definitely call." The psychiatrist smoothed things over, "Hanging up the phone is to prevent us from tracking, not because he is swearing."

After about 1 minute.

'Jingle bell!
The phone rang again.

The director immediately picked up the phone, "Simon, that person just now is not a policeman and cannot represent us. Please don't be impulsive."

"I won't be impulsive, I just hope that this kind of thing won't happen again." Simon's tone was still the same, lightly, "What do you call it, child."

"I'm not a kid, I'm 40 years old," Diess reminded.

"Sorry, I just wanted to be humorous." Simon chuckled, "I originally wanted you to go home and not participate in my game, but now I have changed my mind, I want you to participate in this game with John McLean! "

"I found his address, it's in the state of Mexico." The policeman in charge of tracking said loudly.

"I show here in Australia." Another policeman raised his head and said.

"He disrupted the phone system, and he couldn't be traced at all." John McLean shook his head, signaling everyone to stop what they were doing and stop wasting effort.

Simon didn't care about the police tracking call at all, and laughed,

"It was a joke through the phone company. Now you remember it.

I want John McLean and the black gentleman just now to go to the subway station at the intersection of 72nd Street and Broadway. I will call the payphone outside the station in 15 minutes.
No cops, fail if you don't get a call, when the time comes I will! "

"What do you mean, take revenge on me? Is it because I caught you before, sent you to prison, and took revenge after I came out?"

As an outstanding policeman, John McLean knows that when negotiating with criminals, you must not follow the other party, otherwise you will always be passive, and you must take the initiative in the conversation.

"If you really want revenge, why don't you come to the police station and have a man-to-man showdown with me instead of humiliating me by asking me to play this boring game on the phone now."

"John, don't say a few words."

Seeing that John McLean was about to quarrel with the other party, the director signaled him to stop and acted as a peacemaker, "Mr. Simon, thank you for paying attention to John McClain, but do you know that this bastard is worthless.

He offended too many people in the police station, even his wife left him and didn't want to have anything to do with him. Next month, he will go to the gate to watch the gate.

Now he is useless, he is only one step away from a drunkard, he is not worth your effort,
Listening to your tone should be a smart person who can tell me what you need.

Money is still something valuable.

You know John McClane is just a bug, and you forget about it and live the rest of your life comfortably.

"Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately I regard money as dung, and I will not give up John McLean even if you give me all the gold in the Reserve Bank.

Wait for my call at the 15nd Street and Broadway subway station in 72 minutes.

John McClain and his friend had to come.

If you don't come, you will be punished.

As for the punishment, if you have the ability, you should find the suitcase I left behind, look at the contents, and then you will know what the punishment I am talking about is.

"He's hung up!" John McLean put down the phone, looked at the chief, and shrugged, "Thank you for your evaluation, chief, what should we do now, wait here or follow the other party's orders."

"This guy is already crazy. Now we have no choice but to do what he said." The chief shook his head, took out John McClain's police badge from the drawer, slapped it on the table, and sighed, "Now all It's up to you, John McClain."

"What's the matter, Chief, you didn't finish your sentence." John McLean shrugged and didn't go to pick up the police badge.

"It's all up to you, Officer John McClain." The chief, who knew what John McClain meant, shook his head, threw the police badge to John McClain, and said:
"You have to go now, or you won't be able to get to the 15nd Street and Broadway subway station in 72 minutes."

"Wait a minute, what do you mean, I'm going too?" Diss stood up and shook his head, expressing that he didn't want to go there.

"You have to go, Simon asked for it." The director said.

"No one can ask for it. This is a problem between white people and white people. I am black. Now I must go home. As for my loss, I will let the lawyer talk to you."

Diss shook his head, not caring about the director's attitude at all, and turned to leave.

"Diss, since you don't want to cause trouble, why did you save me just now?" Seeing that Diss was about to leave, John McLean asked loudly from behind.

"Because you're a cop, a white cop, if you get killed in a black neighborhood, then the next day 1000 white cops will come in and arrest people, understand?"

Diss turned around and said loudly.

"Wait!" Seeing that Diss really left, John McClain hurriedly chased him out.

"Boss, the yellow man's identity has been found. He didn't lie. He is a Xiangjiang police officer, and he is a senior police officer. He came to the beautiful country for vacation."

Just as John McLean left, the intelligence officer came in, pointed at Lei Weidong who was still dozing on the chair, and said.

"The reason why he came back to the police station was an accident. His taxi was robbed by John McLean and the black people who had just left, so he had to follow him to the police station."

"Since there is no problem with his identity, let him leave, tell him that New York is in danger, and leave as soon as possible." Hearing that Lei Weidong is not in danger, the director waved his hand, signaling to send Lei Weidong away.

　Thanks to the senior sister Meimeida and the book friend 150507235515906 for the reward.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)