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

The U.S. military blocked the factory where the explosion occurred. Chemical defense soldiers wearing protective clothing went in and out of the explosion site and even drove away the fire brigade that came to put out the fire.

The Korean police officers at the scene and the leaders who rushed over after hearing the news had expressions of confusion on their faces, looking pitiful as they wanted to ask questions but didn't dare to.

Compared to the last time he handled a case in South Korea with his hands tied, Jack, who is now increasingly involved with the military, is acting much more "unscrupulously".

The idea of ​​a phone call attracting 100,000 soldiers was just a plot from a YY novel, but after he informed Rossi of the situation, a contact number was soon sent to his mobile phone.

When Jack saw the explosion on the way here, he directly dialed the number and informed them of the explosion at the suspected nerve agent production site. So less than 20 minutes later, this scene happened before his eyes.

After talking to a colonel for a while, Jack returned to the group with no expression on his face. "The good news is that no trace of finished nerve agent leakage was found."

"Just tell me the bad news." Ma Xidao already had a bad feeling.

"The bad news is that a variety of suspected VX precursor compounds were found. Fortunately, Zhang Mingjun used explosives instead of pouring gasoline and setting fire to them. Many containers and used devices were only damaged by the explosion."

Jiang Zhentai's face suddenly changed, and he turned around in a panic, "What should I do? How powerful is this nerve agent like VX? Should I notify my family to move to the countryside first?"

Jack opened the door of the Saab bus, took out a few boxes of first aid medicines and stuffed them into his hands, telling him how to use them, just to reassure him.

"The FBI has sent a chemical weapons expert who will be here early tomorrow morning. He will analyze the situation on the scene and tell us how long it will take for the other side to master weapon-grade nerve agents that can be used.

On the bright side, since it has been confirmed that this is the place where Zhang Mingjun and others manufactured chemical weapons, the other party has now been forced to relocate.

It will take time to rebuild a professional chemistry laboratory, so we should still have time."

Nerve agents like VX are indeed very scary, but they are not completely without "advantages".

Compared with chlorine, phosgene, and muon gas, VX usually does not leave any sequelae as long as the right medicine is used and timely treatment is given. At least physiologically, it is either life or death, simple and clear.

Of course, these words are a bit too devilish and not suitable for comforting people. Fortunately, besides Jack, there is someone more open-minded present.

"Since we don't have to worry about danger for the time being, why don't we all go have a barbecue and have a drink together and say everything that needs to be said." Ma Xidao patted his potbelly and made a timely suggestion.

The hotpot they had in the evening was interrupted only halfway through. After arriving in Yongin City, they have been busy at the explosion site until now. It will be dawn in two hours.

Although the topic was still the chemical weapons crisis a moment ago, and turned directly to eating barbecue, which seemed a bit outrageous, almost everyone felt hungry when they heard the word barbecue.

Besides, there were too many people at the scene and it was not a good place to talk. Except for Ma Xidao and Jiang Zhentai, Jack had not yet revealed his plan to the South Korean side about the possible presence of nerve agents.

I don’t know if it was arranged by fate, but Jack’s car was changed from a four-seater sedan to a full-size SUV that can accommodate many people.

An hour later, a group of five people appeared in front of an open-air table at a barbecue restaurant in Jiangnan District.

The tender pork belly sizzled on the iron plate. Jiang Zhentai opened the Yanghe liquor that Jack took out from the trunk, poured it for several people, and then sighed.

"Hey, I've never tasted such good Chinese liquor in my life. Let me have a glass to disinfect it first."

Including Anna, who had been silent, everyone picked up their glasses and drank them all.

"Zhe Ling, listen carefully." Jiang Zhentai put the empty wine glass on the table, realized that his voice was a little high, and quickly lowered it.

Fortunately, there was no one around at this time. After serving the dishes, the boss went back into the restaurant to continue dozing off, so there was no need to worry about being heard.

Sometimes the open outdoors is much safer than the enclosed indoor space. Even a few words will be drowned out by the noise from the restaurant's smoke exhaust fan and the cars on the opposite overpass.

"Now we are all gathered together for one thing, to prevent an emergency. Is there any problem with this?"

Lin Zheling put down his empty wine glass and raised his hand to stop Jiang Zhentai from saying the next thing. "Brother, I know what you mean. Let's be frank, right? But before that, can you please ask this dishonest FBI agent sitting across from me to explain his intentions first?"

Although Jack never expected this guy to trust him, he still felt a little angry about his attitude.

“So many innocent people lost their lives, and you’re still upset that I pretended not to understand you?

My friend's foot injury has not healed yet. Why do you think I'm here? Are you here for tourism?"

Jack's words were not meant to be an accusation, but he was very satisfied with the other party's reaction.

After a long time, Lin Zheling took out a photo from his pocket and threw it on the table.

"What is this?" Jiang Zhentai took the photo and found that it was actually a photo of Lin Zheling and Zhang Mingjun in uniforms. The photo had turned slightly yellow and looked quite old.

"He used to be my friend, but he is no longer my friend."

Lin Zheling explained to Jiang Zhentai, and then looked at Jack, "Although Zhang Mingjun is a damn bastard, he is indeed from our country. I feel very sorry for those innocent victims."

Jack waved his hand impatiently, "Tell us what we know. I have already guessed his true identity."

"Then you should also know that he had completely lost control more than three years ago." Lin Zheling hesitated for a long time, but finally spoke.

Jack sneered with a half-smile on his face. Considering his relatively sincere attitude, it would be okay to put aside some of the past that was left vague for the time being.

Although Lin Zheling omitted or blurred most of the details for well-known reasons, everyone can basically confirm that Zhang Mingjun has a blood feud with someone who participated in the meeting.

And this important person was exactly the one who assigned this task to Lin Zheling.