The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 513 The mastermind (two chapters in one)

Sunlight shines into the dim room from the open doorway, and dust flies up and down in the light, rising and falling.

Bernardo looks to be in his early 20s, very young, of typical Indian-European mixed race, with a very strong physique. His whole body, even from his cheeks to his forehead, is covered with tattoo symbols of unknown meanings.

In the temperature of more than ten degrees, he was only wearing a sports vest, staring at the two policemen in front of him menacingly, and holding the dagger firmly against his throat.

"Throw away the little toy in your hand and kneel down!" Danny Regan yelled, and the stainless steel Smith & Wesson M39 pistol in his hand was pointed steadily at his head.

Jack felt a little weird. Two policemen were pointing guns at a suspect who was holding a knife to his neck. The sense of immediate sight was too strong.

"Hey, Bernardo, take it easy, you're cutting in the wrong place, and if you push harder, you'll be in bed for the rest of your life, and you'll have to feed through a tube."

Bernardo originally looked determined to die, but when he said this, he suddenly showed hesitation and subconsciously moved the blade a few inches higher.

Tsk, it didn't look like he was too smart. Jack put the shotgun in Danny Regan's hand, took off his body armor, and rolled up his shirt sleeves.

"Are you sure? Why don't you leave it to me?" Danny Regan didn't know Jack's skills and was a little uneasy.

"It's okay, ten of these little pieces of trash will be fine." Jack said lightly, not very lethal but highly insulting.

Bernardo slowly put down the dagger, his chest rose and fell violently several times, and with a loud roar, he rushed forward quickly and stabbed him in the abdomen with the knife.

Jack was too lazy to play any tricks with him. He took a half step back to let the stabbing dagger pass. His right hand reached out like a poisonous snake and accurately grabbed his right wrist. His thumb and index finger suddenly exerted force.

"Dang bang"

"what!"

The dagger fell to the ground, and Bernardo felt as if his right wrist was clamped by a hydraulic clamp. The excruciating pain made him kneel down on one knee involuntarily, letting out a heart-rending scream.

Jack held his wrist tightly, applying force little by little, and continued to twist his entire arm at a slow but firm speed. Bernardo screamed and took two steps forward on his knees, humiliatingly being forced to form a one-handed restraint. Back posture.

"Stop, stop, bastard, kill me! Kill me!"

Bernardo only felt that his arms were about to be twisted into knots. As Jack continued to increase his strength, his original kneeling position finally changed to completely lying on the ground, with his cheeks pressed against the dusty ground in humiliation. , gasping wildly.

"So now, can you open up and talk to us about the bomb?"

Jack let go of his wrist and stepped on his back with a slight pressure on his toes. Bernardo felt a sense of soreness throughout his limbs, and at the same time he could hear a terrifying creaking sound coming from his spine, as if there was something going on there the next second. Will be stepped on.

"Kill me! Kill me! I won't say anything. You'd better kill me now!"

The saliva and tears mixed with the dust on the ground gave Bernardo's face, which originally looked hideous and terrifying because of those tattoos, a bit more comical.

This guy looked like a typical thug at first glance. Although the bombs were not too complicated, Jack didn't think he could complete such delicate work with his IQ.

The FBI investigated him thoroughly as soon as they got his name. He was a Salvadoran man who grew up in New York. He dropped out of school and joined a gang at the age of 12.

A semi-illiterate who has not even been able to complete a happy education and has no military experience. If he can become an explosives expert through self-taught skills, Jack would rather believe that the current President is really a Siris spy.

Just as he was about to remove a few of his bones to see if this guy was really that tough-talking, an NYPD police officer poked his head out of the inner room and said loudly, "It seems we have a double harvest this time. Inside was his bomb lab.”

Wipe it, Jack didn't expect the slap in the face to come so quickly. He handcuffed Bernardo to an NYPD police officer, and he and Danny Regan walked into the room inside.

There was a workbench in the room, which was littered with materials and tools such as a balance, a desktop magnifying glass, wires, and an old-fashioned mobile phone used as a detonator.

"This is the trigger fuse of an M26 grenade. Did this guy really do it?" Danny Regan did not touch anything at will. He just turned on the flashlight and carefully shined on the workbench, trying to find some clues.

"Is that blood?" Jack grabbed his hand and held the flashlight to a pair of wire cutters.

"It should be right." The latter came closer to observe carefully, and then nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Jack quickly walked out of the room and called to the NYPD police officer who was about to put Bernardo into the police car.

"Let me see his hands. I want them both."

Bernardo had returned to his previous unruly appearance, and was about to struggle with the police officer. When he raised his head and met Jack's dangerously narrowed eyes, he shuddered involuntarily, and turned around obediently. passed the body.

"Wow, I can't believe how strong your hands are. I should invite you to participate in the arm wrestling competition in the bureau." Danny Regan even started to get angry when he saw the swelling on Bernardo's wrist. The two black finger prints made him whistle.

Jack lowered his head and carefully examined the guy's ten fingers one by one. Then he stood up and let out a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the President is not a Siris spy. Uh, no, I should say,

"This guy does have an accomplice. There are no wounds on his hands. There is someone else who made the bomb."
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  Twenty minutes later, it was still the same NYPD interrogation room. The monitor that someone had pulled down was still hanging slightly in the corner, but this time there was only one person left conducting the interrogation.

"The boss above hopes that I can solve the case as soon as possible, so there is no time to waste on you. Tell me who made those bombs. Maybe I can help you find a more comfortable cell."

Jack knocked on the table impatiently. It was already noon. Although the case was progressing smoothly and there was a major breakthrough in less than 24 hours, as long as the person who made the bomb was still at large, new bombs might appear at any time. .

"I won't say anything, lock me up, please." Bernardo drooped one of his arms weakly, crying with snot and tears.

"Jack, come out." Danny Regan appeared at the door of the interrogation room and knocked lightly on the door.

Jack stood up anxiously, walked to Bernardo, put one hand on his shoulder, and pushed and pulled with the other hand, resetting his joints with a snap.

"When I come back, I hope you have figured it out." After leaving these words, Jack walked out of the interrogation room.

"Something happened." Danny Regan's face was extremely ugly and he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "Wilmer died in the detention center and was disemboweled. The guards have not found his heart yet."

"When the detention center in New York takes in prisoners, don't they first understand the gang background of the other party? They don't hold MS-13 people in solitary confinement?"

Jack was speechless. The previous threat to Wilmer was really just a threat, but it turned out to be true. This also made him understand why Bernardo was unwilling to speak.

But now that we knew the crux of the problem, it was easier to deal with it. The two returned to the interrogation room together, and Jack spoke again. "I know what you're worried about. How about making a deal. As long as you tell us who made the bomb and who was behind it, I'll send you to the highest-level prison in Colorado."

Bernardo smiled miserably, "It's useless. No matter which prison I am in, or any special single cell, they can find me. I will definitely die there."

Jack shrugged and did not contradict him on this matter, "Maybe, but do you really think you can survive without saying anything?"

Seeing the confusion in his eyes, as if he didn't understand what he meant, Jack sighed and continued to explain.

"You haven't heard that two of my FBI colleagues were killed in the explosion in the apartment building, right? Do you really think we will let you stay in prison until you die of old age? You know what's going on there? Life is much more comfortable than the hellish life you had before."

Seeing Bernardo raising his head in shock, his eyes widened with fear, Jack knocked on the table and spoke again without waiting for him to say anything.

"I guarantee that if you cooperate, the prison area where you will be detained will be filled with old guys in their [-]s and [-]s, and you will stay in a separate cell most of the time, but let me hear you say that again No, then."

"Without FBI arrangements, the NYPD will send you to the most chaotic prison in New York State, where a large number of 18th Street felons are imprisoned. I think they will be happy to see your marked face."

Danny Regan continued speaking unhurriedly and cooperated with Jack.

"MS-13" and "18th Street" are notorious rivals. It is basic common sense in any prison in the United States that prisoners from the two gangs must be strictly separated.

Bernardo's face turned green and white, and he was obviously troubled.

After waiting for a long time, feeling that the heat was almost done, Jack and Danny Regan looked at each other and gave each other a look. The latter suddenly stood up and said, "OK, this is your choice, right? Then as you wish."

"No, no, I said, the bomb maker's name is Brick. He is the administrator of the community sports center. His mother has a small restaurant in Clinton District. The planner is Robert Lawrence. That's all I know. Please Please, I don’t want to die.”
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  "Damn it, it was the veteran. I actually wanted to buy him a drink at that time."

Danny Regan urgently applied for an arrest warrant against Brick and a search warrant for his home and his mother's restaurant, and after arranging for the ESU to dispatch, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The previous operation against Bernardo was actually somewhat irregular. Neither the NYPD nor the FBI had time to apply for a search warrant.

If there was nothing in the abandoned factory building at that time, and neither the suspect was found nor the evidence was searched, then the party who ordered the break-in would definitely be in some trouble.

The NYPD has to face accountability from the District Attorney's Office, not to mention internally. The FBI also has some eyes from the Department of Justice watching, and they may be in trouble at any time.

The reason why Jack took the initiative to pick up the shotgun and broke into the door first was not because the lawyers from the Department of Justice were easy to deal with, but because the NYPD represented by Danny Regan had already demonstrated enough in obtaining intelligence from the streets. Sincerity, it should be the FBI’s turn at that time.

Sharing the credit together also means that we have to shoulder the trouble together. Dana Moir hinted Jack to know about Danny Regan's background, but she didn't mean to tell him that his background was deep enough to throw away the blame casually.

If Jack really thinks so, then his journey in the FBI has almost come to an end. Regardless of whether the current NYPD director has any intention of letting his son take over in the future, Dana Moger hopes that the partnership between the two can become A bond that connects both parties and deepens their influence, rather than causing trouble for the Director-General.

If the case is solved in the end, although the NYPD takes half of the credit and gets into a lot of trouble, but the FBI can escape unscathed, it would be too disrespectful of other people's intelligence.

Just imagine, sometimes everyone takes the blame together, and the senior managers on both sides wipe the butts of their subordinates, and then sit down and express their feelings together.

I'll say something about my troublesome thing that's causing trouble for you. The other side waved his hand and said that my unsatisfactory thing is not much better. Then we laugh together. Isn't it the best way to deepen the relationship?

Watching Danny Regan here keep giving orders, the news from the front showed that the progress was going smoothly, and Jack was also using his mobile phone to communicate in real time with Jubal Valentine in the operations center.

Bernardo gave two names. Apart from Brick, who was responsible for making the bomb, Robert Lawrence, who was hiding behind the scenes and planning all this, was the final entrée and the most difficult one to deal with.

Looking at the information on his cell phone, Jack's brows furrowed more and more tightly, and finally formed the character "Sichuan".

"This Robert Lawrence is a big trouble. Last year we almost linked him to an attempted bombing at the YSL Church in the River Valley. The TATP (triacetone triperoxide) used as the explosive at that time was due to the Something went wrong and it failed to detonate."

Danny Regan glanced at Jack's cell phone in his busy schedule, and obviously guessed the reason for his expression.

"Sounds like you are familiar with him? Can you give him a brief introduction?"

Jack looked through this guy's information, but couldn't figure out what this guy did. He had a real estate company under his name, but it didn't seem to make any money. He also had some kind of "National Great Foundation" that claimed to inspect all public affairs. Whether the policy is beneficial to the country.

"If you pay attention to those garbage political commentary shows, you can often see this guy on camera. Whenever they need some violent comments, they will bring out this thing. To put it simply, he is a hot potato."

Danny Regan looked like he was eating shit when he introduced Robert Lawrence.

"Uh, white supremacist?" Jack said, trying to find a more accurate adjective.

"He is even more extreme. Basically, he will say whatever the idiots like to hear. In terms of speech, the head of state is more moderate than him. Except for the so-called 'blue blood nobles', even other white people, if they are not willing Those who become slaves are also eliminated, not to mention those of other skin colors."

Well, Jack completely understands what a precious thing this is. The "blue-blooded aristocracy" that Danny Regan calls is the same as the Spanish aristocrats in old Europe who had bulging veins due to silver poisoning and thought that they were of blood. There's something different about noble blue-blooded people.

There is a saying for the "blue blood aristocracy" here, which is "WASP", which is the abbreviation of White Anglo-Saxon Protestant. These four letters represent the three identities of white people, Anglo-Saxon people and Protestants respectively.

Only Americans with these three identities can be regarded as the pure yellow flag of old America, which is much nobler than the 2000 million "pure Americans" certified by the Mayflower Descendants Association.

"So he is one of them?" Jack thought of Dana Moger's previous hints and wondered if he would get into trouble if he killed such a guy.

Although "blue blood aristocracy" is usually just a joking term, it is also mixed with some conspiracy theories. For example, this country is controlled by the "WASP" consortium and the "Judas consortium", and the two combine and fight with each other. Such statements.

But as the saying goes, groundless rumors may not be without cause. In Jack's previous life, this may just be a conspiracy theory, but in this world, who knows what it will be interpreted into. What if it is true?

"It's just a shoe polish." Danny Regan said with disdain.

"That guy is actually a despicable Jew." He suddenly stopped and looked around subconsciously.

A smile appeared on Jack's face, "I didn't hear anything."

　Today the two chapters are combined into one. I am going out for a meal with friends tonight.

　　In addition, this chapter may involve some sensitive content, so please do not talk about diodes.

　　
  　
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