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

The dismantled grenade was sent directly to the CSI laboratory. Although the first violent explosion could not have been caused by this old-fashioned grenade, the power of the second time was very consistent. Mike Taylor was expediting the process. Analysis of explosive residues.

"Didi."

Jack's cell phone rang, and when he opened it, he saw that it was Jubal Valentine who had sent a short piece of surveillance video from the community center.

The video was shot at the back door of the stadium. It clearly shows a tattooed guy handing the black sports bag containing explosives to the boy named Wilmer in front of him.

The time on the video happened to be 5 o'clock yesterday evening, just an hour after the first bombing occurred.

After Danny Regan finished watching the video in Jack's hand, he slammed the table, leaned forward and grabbed the other person's collar, showing him the frozen scene.

“You have two choices, either tell me who this person is right now, or I contact the immigration bureau and deport all your relatives and friends in this land.

At the same time, the FBI around me will freeze your bank account on suspicion of participating in terrorist activities and recover every penny you send to your family living in Metapan (a city in El Salvador).

He will take away their house, put your brothers and sisters on the street, and when we are done with your family, he will throw you into a minimum security prison and tell everyone there that you are The police confessed and received preferential treatment. "

While he was talking, Jack slowly walked to the corner, reached out and pulled down the monitor mounted on the wall, "Wow, it seems that the quality of your NYPD equipment is very average."

Danny Regan shrugged indifferently, "That thing is inherently bad."

Wilmer was so frightened by what the two were doing that he almost peed his pants and shouted hurriedly, "Yes, it's Bernardo Furness!"

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Jack quickly walked into the parking lot of the police station, opened the car door and got into the driver's seat of Saboban. He said to Danny Regan who got in the car shortly after, "I'd like to say sorry to the logistics of your station, that surveillance officer." I will pay for the equipment."

Danny Regan shrugged indifferently again, "What I said is true. That thing has broken long ago and is just a decoration."

Jack turned his head in surprise, then grinned, "Leave that interrogation room for me, I think it will be used soon."

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The two of them rushed back to the federal building and walked into the operations center. The place was already very busy. Jubal Valentine was standing in front of the big screen, and he was constantly calling up surveillance pictures for tracking. Dana Moger Standing behind him, he stared at the pictures without blinking.

"How's it going?" Jack asked.

"The ESU just raided the home of Bernardo Furnes. No one was inside. CSI detected trace amounts of explosive ingredients there, but did not find the raw materials and tools for making bombs. His workshop should be elsewhere."

Jubal Valentine’s face is not pretty. Although the distribution density of public surveillance cameras in New York is slightly higher than that in Los Angeles, it is only slightly higher.

For some well-known reasons, the more chaotic the area, the fewer surveillance cameras are distributed, and the greater the degree of daily damage.

Analysts using a human-tracking program had just captured several images of Bernardo Furness near his home this morning, but his whereabouts were quickly lost.

"So, when he realizes his bomb has been exposed, will he find a hiding place or just flee the city?" Dana Moger's question was not directed at a specific person, but she obviously hopes that someone can Give her the answer.

"Obviously, because you cut off public transportation, there is a high chance that he is still in the city." Jubal Valentine flattered the leader without leaving any trace.

"You have to tell the mayor about this. He will call every hour now to ask when the traffic will be restored." Although Dana Moger said this, she couldn't hide the raised corners of her mouth. Can't live.

The current speed of the case's progress has given her enough confidence to cope with the afternoon press conference. Of course, it would be better if it could be completely solved before then.

"So, is there any way we can find Bernardo Furnes' hiding place as quickly as possible?"

Jack and Danny Regan looked at each other. One of them had worked as a patrol officer in the LAPD, and the other had been promoted from a patrol officer in the NYPD to a first-level detective. Naturally, they both knew how to find a hidden gang member on the street.

"The old way?" Danny Regan smiled and tilted his head at Jack.

"The old way."

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"Bang!"

"Oh help!"

"Bang! Bang!"

"No. Please."

Jack stood at the entrance of a smelly alley, looking around with a cigar in his mouth. The sound of fists and flesh engaging in friendly sparring could be heard from time to time in the alley behind him.

Soon, Danny Regan, with his coat open, rubbed his sore wrists and walked out of the alley, "This bastard doesn't know anything. He wasted two hundred dollars. Next one."

The gangsters on the streets of New York are in bad luck today, because the same scene is happening in various streets and alleys around Clinton District at the same time. Of course, it is impossible for them to pay hundreds of dollars in medical expenses for a meal. Good or bad, good or bad.

Two hours later, after the FBI spent tens of thousands of dollars on a special fund that could not be known to the public, several messages were sent to Danny Regan's cell phone from several NYPD patrol officers or detectives.

"Is that that kid? He looks similar to Wilmer in his clothes." Jack drove his Firebird at this moment and followed a boy on a bicycle from a distance.

There was no way, the FBI's black Saber was too conspicuous, so he simply drove out his Firebird. At least this car would not look too obtrusive on the streets of New York.

"Damn it, what did you change for this baby? Can it break out of the atmosphere when you stand it up?" Danny Regan felt like he was about to climax as he listened to the dull and powerful sound of the engine.

"Theoretically, just install wings. I originally had a Hennessey Mammoth, which was more powerful than this one. Unfortunately, it was swept into pieces by a group of terrorists." Jack felt very heartbroken when he thought about his former favorite car.

"I should have signed up to be an FBI after I was discharged from the army." Danny Regan deliberately pretended to be stupid.

"Haha, it's just some business of my own. It has nothing to do with the job of the FBI. I don't want to be approached by the OPR." Jack quickly clarified, indicating that everyone is on the same side, just doing dirty things, not the real kind of dark police.

Even though Danny Regan is a first-class police detective, his grandfather and father are or were the commissioners of the NYPD, and he is considered to be an upper-middle class person in New York, but this guy has a shabby air about him.

According to him, he has two sons and his wife is a housewife. Considering the consumption level in New York, the salary he gets from the NYPD will probably not be enough in a year.

From this point of view, the Reagan family, a family of police officers, turned out to be a rare and honest family. Although Jack didn't know which drama they were characters in, he thought it was another typical American theme drama.

Jack likes to deal with characters in such American-style dramas, because the villains portrayed by the screenwriters of such dramas are usually more facial-looking, and even if they involve high-level conflicts or political conflicts, they are relatively simple or easy to resolve.

To put it bluntly, the protagonists in this type of drama are more suitable for hugging the thighs.

The gangster boy being followed by the two men was riding a bicycle flexibly through the traffic. It was quite difficult for Jack to keep up with him without being noticed by the other party.

Fortunately, there are other NYPD plainclothes and FBI surveillance teams nearby, and Jubal Valentine of the Operations Center is also providing them with location information through real-time road monitoring.

Today was not as rushed as last night. The two of them didn't even have basic communication tools at the time, so they had to rely on mobile phones to make calls. This time, they were equipped with basic individual radios and headsets.

As the traffic became thinner and sparse, and there were more and more abandoned buildings around them, they followed them all the way to a remote street.

"It should be nearby." Danny Regan pointed to an old chimney not far away, "There is an abandoned factory building on the corner of the street."

Jack slowed down and turned the corner. He saw the gangster stopped his bicycle and was about to take a package from the back seat of the car.

The moment he turned back, he happened to see the Firebird approaching slowly. He couldn't hold it steady in his hand, and the bag fell to the ground. The gangster didn't bother to pick it up. He got on the bicycle like his ass was burning and pedaled like crazy. Move the pedal.

"Ignore him, surround this factory." Danny Regan gave the order on the intercom. At the same time, Jack parked the car at the door of the factory and quickly followed several nearby NYPD police cars and FBI Saber squads. Also rushed to the scene.

Jack directly picked up an M870 shotgun from the back seat, stuffed two rounds of door-breaking bullets, and walked towards the main entrance of the factory.

"He is preparing to escape." Danny Regan, who was following him, passed by the package and kicked it, revealing the clothes, hats, masks and other items inside.

Unlike the method of shooting at the door lock in movies and TV shows, Jack's shotgun was aimed at the upper and lower hinges on the other side of the wooden door.

Seeing that all nearby teammates were in place, Jack pulled the trigger. After two gunshots, Danny Regan stepped forward and kicked out, and the door panel, which was not thick, spun and flew out.

"FBI"

"NYPD!"

"Bernardo, surrender!"

The factory building is decorated like a heavy metal bar. It may have been used as a speakeasy, but it has been abandoned long ago, and there is a thick layer of dust on the ground.

A tattooed bald man sitting at the bar was caught off guard. Before he could react, a group of police officers rushed in. He subconsciously grabbed the dagger at hand and put it on his throat.

Behind Jack and Danny Regan, the NYPD and FBI separated from them and entered other rooms to search, leaving only the three people in the confrontation.