The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

The two put on explosion-proof suits, and Jack seemed to be back when he was participating in special training in Virginia Beach, dismantling various dangerous explosives under Clay's guidance.

But at that time, if you made a mistake, you still had the opportunity to learn from it and try again. Now, failure is equal to death.

No matter how awesome the explosion-proof suit is, it can't stop the power of 4 pounds of C4 explosives. At most, the person wearing this thing can die with more dignity, or leave a whole body for burial.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded again, and this time it was Jubal who came down from the stairs. He placed a wireless signal jammer the size of a mini computer case at Alice's feet.

"This is the latest model that can be found in the building. When turned on, it can block all radio signals within a mile (less than two kilometers) of the surrounding area. In addition, Hannah and other field agents are outside searching for the suspect's whereabouts."

After speaking, he knelt down in front of Alice and patted her shoulder gently in a comforting manner, "We will definitely be able to save you, but now we need a little help from you. Regarding the man who held Qian hostage, I need you as much as possible." Recalling the details is crucial.”

Alice nodded emotionally and tried to remember, "When I was in the SUV, he tied my hands behind my back and held me tightly. This shows that he is very strong, and his actions when he put the bomb on my neck. Very rough."

"Wait a minute." Aubrey, who had been half-crouching opposite her, discovered the blind spot. "You mean he held your hands while he was installing the bomb, without using handcuffs or restraints?"

Alice suddenly realized, "Yes, this means there was a second person at the time, and he had an assistant."

Jack on the side quickly picked up the phone and called Hannah, "Hi, Hannah, you may have to find two needles in the haystack. There are at least two suspects. According to my speculation, they are probably from last night. Two people fleeing the warehouse district.

If you want to completely monitor the Federal Building, you need one person each to monitor the south and north. The south is the Federal Plaza, which is directly opposite my current direction. It is very close. I suggest you divide your troops into two groups and start with the building on the north. Only 10 minutes left. "

"We have found the SUV in the underground parking lot of the north building. I found Alice's work badge in the car. The parking attendant confirmed that no one left the parking lot exit during this time. I suspect the suspect is on the building. Looking through the windows at the Federal Building."

Hannah's voice sounded extremely calm. At this time, efficient communication is more important than anything else. But after saying all this, she still asked in a low voice very quickly, "Are you okay there, Jack?"

"Of course, we are ready." Jack subconsciously glanced at Clay who was concentrating on placing a silicone pad on Alice's neck.

He thought that if something like this happened, he would admit it. He had finally gathered all the future team members, so he wouldn't stumble on the first task. The new office hadn't been decorated yet.

At the same time, Jubal had just finished his call with the operations center upstairs, but the call did not hang up. "OK, the analysts found several suspects at the windows of the building opposite through external surveillance. Alice, think again, Is there something missing, and we need to determine which one it is.”

"No, I've said everything I can think of." Alice looked anxious again, "It doesn't matter even if you can't find anyone, you can definitely defuse the bomb, right?"

As she spoke, she grabbed Aubrey's hands tightly, her nails almost digging into his flesh.

From the very beginning, in order to prevent her from breaking down and doing stupid things, Aubrey had been squatting in front of her and holding her hands, whether it was telling her a joke to distract her, or Clay and Jack were studying the removal of the collar. Plans are always adhered to.

"Hey, hey, look at me, Alice, do you think I look nervous?" Aubrey seemed unaware, as if the other person's nails were pinching his own arm.

"No." Alice shook her head desperately.

"That's right, because I believe in Jack and the colleagues outside. Although I haven't been in the New York office for a long time, the legends here are heard even in Quantico.

And didn't Jack just say that you will soon be a member of the legend? He just sent you a formal invitation in front of Ms. Moge. "

This time Alice nodded desperately. She subconsciously withdrew her right hand and wiped the tears on her cheeks.

She was not very pretty at the moment, her eyes were swollen, the makeup on her face was caked with tears, and there was an obvious redness and swelling on her wrist.

Aubrey was worried about the movement of her hand and grabbed her right hand again, noticing the injury on her wrist, "Hey, what's going on with your wrist?"

"Maybe it was the injury that the man sustained when he controlled me. I just said that his movements were very rough." Alice paused, with a look of surprise on her face, "He has a ring on his right hand, it should be a big one. "

"Good job Alice." Jubal picked up the phone and shouted, "Guys, zoom in on the images of the suspects. The person we are looking for is the one with the big ring on his right hand. Yes, the one in the right window on the second floor. ? Confirm, arrest him!"

After saying that, he left two wireless headsets and ran towards the elevator, "I'll leave this to you. We'll keep in touch via the radio."

Jack and Aubrey put on their headphones and listened to the chatter of field agents inside while assisting Clay in his preparations.

The arrest did not go smoothly. A group of people who went upstairs were not arrested alive. A Latino male suspect committed suicide by biting open the poison sac in his mouth as soon as he realized that he was being controlled.

Although I don’t understand why Vargas, a drug lord, would raise such a dead soldier. Is it by threatening the other person’s family, or is he really rich and can make people go around, or both.

But now is obviously not the time to study this issue, because the real trouble is that the agents did not find anything suspected of being a remote detonator on him, only an anonymous mobile phone with only one number.

The technicians at the operations center located the number at an unprecedented speed. As Jack expected, the number was currently on the Federal Plaza opposite the Federal Building. At this moment, Hannah was flying there with the suicide suspect's cell phone.

The Federal Plaza that Jack passes by every day is very small, so small that there are only some green belts and a few open-air tables and chairs for passers-by or tourists to rest, and these open-air tables and chairs happen to face the south-facing main entrance of the Federal Building.

"Do you want to turn on signal blocking?" Aubrey followed Jack's gaze and looked towards the square.

"Wait a minute, Hannah needs to call that number to confirm the suspect's identity. We only have one chance." Jack quickly began to take off his explosion-proof suit. He wanted to go out to help.

Seeing his actions, how could the others not guess what he wanted to do? Aubrey held Alice's hand and shook it, and the two of them looked at each other at the same time.

In fact, among everyone at the scene, Clay, who had been keeping his head down and busy, knew Jack's style best, because it was also the style of their seals. They must act decisively after confirming the target and assessing the risks.

He stopped what he was doing, picked up the signal jammer on the ground, walked behind a pillar and looked at the small square outside the floor-to-ceiling glass window, "It's nearly 50 yards (about 45 meters), are you sure?"

"If I cross the street, it's only 30 yards." Jack checked the Sig Sauer P320-XTen in his hand, his tone full of confidence.

"Which one are you betting on?" Clay squinted slightly and scanned the people standing or sitting in the small square one by one.

"The woman with curly black hair sitting with her back to us has been playing with the makeup mirror in her hand. She is probably taking the opportunity to observe the situation here." Jack pressed the wireless headphones in his ears.

"Hannah, I see you, get ready to call that number."

Not far away, Hannah had already bypassed the green belt and walked quickly towards this side. She also immediately noticed the woman sitting alone.

"It's ringing!" Before Hannah could finish her words, she saw the curly black-haired woman taking out her mobile phone from the small bag on the table in a panic, ready to answer the call.

"FBI! Don't move!" As Hannah shouted angrily, the woman subconsciously stood up.

At the same time, as the glass door of the Federal Building slowly opened, a figure rushed out from inside at a sprint speed of 100 meters, crossing the road between the Federal Building and the square in the blink of an eye.

"Don't move!" Hannah threw away her phone and pulled out her gun. At the same time, Jack made an emergency stop that almost defied common sense of physics and stood behind the woman. The two of them sandwiched her in the middle, one behind the other. At the same time, they tacitly avoided each other's gun lines.

"FBI! Everyone else get down!"

The woman turned her head to look at Jack behind her in panic. When she turned to look at Hannah again, a look of determination flashed across her face, and she quickly reached into her arms with one hand.

"Buzz~~~" The harsh electric sound sounded in the wireless headsets of all nearby agents and in the ears of those who were talking on their cell phones. This was Clay turning on the wireless signal shielding.

"boom!"

"boom!"

Two gunshots rang out at the same time, and amidst the screams of passers-by, the head of the woman with black curly hair shattered like a watermelon, and the body twitched and fell to the ground under the reaction of the remaining nerves.