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

Chapter 1146 Revisiting the Old Place

"I don't see how killing tens of millions of people will give your fallen soldiers peace, and it's not even an act of war.

With all due respect, this madness is purely for your own selfishness, in order to give yourself some degree of self-comfort, and you, General, in my opinion, are just a desperate idiot. "

When Mason said this, Jack's body subconsciously tensed up. He didn't expect the old man to be so bold. If he aroused the other party's anger, he could only use the worst plan in advance.

Unexpectedly, Hammer laughed instead of getting angry, as if he was addicted to debating with the old British man in front of him. "The tree of liberty must be constantly watered with the blood of patriots and tyrants. This is what Thomas Jefferson said."

"Oscar Wilde also said that patriotism is a vicious virtue." Mason's answer, which was also quoted from a celebrity, almost made Jack laugh out loud.

Thomas Jefferson was the third president of the United States and the drafter of the Declaration of Independence. Together with George Washington and Benjamin Franklin, he is regarded as one of the three founding fathers of the United States and is comparable to the founding fathers.

The problem is that Mason was a British. The moment the colonists in the New World shouted for freedom and started the War of Independence, it was naturally the beginning of treason for Britain.

The background of Oscar Wilde's words is even more interesting. He was an Irishman born in Dublin, and the country he was talking about was precisely Britain, which did not help Ireland in the face of the Great Famine.

History is so interesting. Patriot or traitor, the meanings are different when spoken by people of different identities.

Hammer, who had not been angered just now, finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched Mason hard in the ribs.

The old British man was still strong and soon straightened up again, saying jokingly, "Thank you for proving my point with your actions."

Jack really wanted to say that he was planning to rely on his eloquence to delay time and had no intention of resisting with his body, but now all the roles were snatched away by old man Mason, and he had no choice but to change his strategy.

"General, I beg you to consider my suggestion. Since you are a general who cares about your soldiers, you should be able to see the current situation clearly. Everything is over. Why not leave a way out for the soldiers who followed you?"

Jack pointed to the sky and said, "Drones and satellites are watching us. Everything that happens here is visible. The reason why the Air Force bombers didn't show up immediately is that there are still many people who believe that you are a true patriot.

The Pentagon has always believed that you, who have made outstanding contributions, are not the kind of person who would kill innocent people indiscriminately."

"That's because they underestimated my determination." Hammer glanced at his subordinates with different expressions and winked at Major Buster, "Lock them up first, then notify everyone to assemble."

Jack thought it was a done deal, things didn't go to the worst after all.

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"Run!" Another rifle butt hit Jack's back, and the one who did it was still the thick-lipped, bowl-cut black soldier.

Jack staggered forward two steps, with blood still freshly coagulated on his cheeks, looking like a hero who was about to be executed heroically.

The cells on both sides held the unfortunate tourists who had visited the island the day before. When they saw one of the hostages who was also brought back behind the two men, Larry Henderson, a father of three, they stretched out their arms from the iron bars and some began to pray loudly.

After Larry Henderson was put back in the cell, Major Buster pointed at Jack and Mason to the black soldier and said, "Put them both in separate cells."

Jack rolled his eyes and asked casually, "Mason, do you remember which cell you were originally locked up in?"

Mason looked towards the second floor knowingly, "Of course, the fourth room on the second floor is my VIP suite. It's very luxurious and quite nostalgic when I think about it."

Major Bast, who heard the conversation between the two, sneered, "In that case, I don't mind letting you revisit the old place and put them in that cell."

The cell door was locked with a clang. Hearing the footsteps gradually fade away, Mason sat down on the moldy bed and patted the sheets as if with some nostalgia. As a result, he was choked by the dust and coughed repeatedly.

"Ahem, it looks like our mission is accomplished?"

"Of course not." Jack looked around the cell and said, "This is far worse than the cell I was in before. How did you manage to hold on?"

This is a single cell of no more than 5 square meters. It is so narrow that you have to worry about hitting the wall when stretching your arms. It is really not as good as the four-person cell in Margrave Town.

“Keeping hope in my heart, hoping that if I could be free one day, maybe I could see my love and my daughter.

Hope is humble, but it can keep people alive and not drive them crazy."

As the old man spoke, he began to tear the worn sheets. Jack knew what he was going to do, so he helped him tear the sheets into small strips.

"You knew Jim Womack wouldn't let you go easily, so you tore up the pardon document when you got it. So why did you take the initiative to help me before?"

"I told you, gaining freedom and seeing my daughter is my only hope to stay sane and alive until now. Why should I help you?" Mason glanced at Jack, took the cloth strip he handed over and began to weave a rope.

"That bastard Womack is not trustworthy, but you, the little fox, and the old fox behind you might be a good candidate for a deal. I can't just watch you get trapped here and die in a bombing."

Jack glanced at the rusty steel bars on the cell door and thought that it wouldn't be too difficult to break them by force, but he really had to acknowledge the favor from the old man.

"I can find a way to send Jade out of the country without telling the bureau, but that will take time, and that time may be very long, at least one or two years."

Jack paused, "And the prerequisite is that she is willing to cooperate."

"Yes, yes, if she is willing." Mason stopped what he was doing, as if he had never thought about this issue before. After hearing what Jack said, he couldn't help but feel worried.

"It doesn't matter. Even if she doesn't want to, I can still find a way to be with her."

Jack shook his head. "Then you'd better find a way to convince her. I forgot to tell you that my team specializes in hunting down wanted criminals. I don't want to see you on the wanted list again one day."

Mason smiled bitterly, "Isn't it too early for us to talk about this now?"

"I don't think we'll have time to talk about this after this is over." Jack rolled his eyes. "Have you never considered handing over that secret?"

"Give me a hand." Mason motioned to Jack to lift one end of the iron bed, and with one force he removed the iron bed leg.

"Hand it over? Once Womack gets his hands on the film, he'll put a bullet in my head. That's their usual way of dealing with it."

"But what if we reverse the order?" Jack asked with a smile as he watched him tie one end of the braided rope to the bed leg.

"What do you mean?" Mason asked in confusion as he lifted the bed leg out from the prison gate and began to swing it in circles.

"You disappear first, then hand over the film in exchange for the FBI's tacit approval to give up the wanted warrant." Jack's words made the old man pause slightly.