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

Chapter 1209 Mr. Smith

At first, everyone present was still thinking about the fact that the real culprit behind the scenes was actually a senator who had the potential to become the vice president of this country.

But soon, Cassell's sudden change of expression after answering the phone made everyone realize that something was wrong.

"He said he was a friend of Montgomery." The great writer covered the receiver and whispered to Jack.

While signaling him to turn on the speaker on his phone, Jack called up the tracking program that Alice had set up in advance on his tablet.

The reason why he gathered all the people who might be in danger here was not only because it was secretive enough, but also because the security level of the small building and its surroundings was no less than that of the federal building where his New York office was located.

Needless to say, surveillance and the like, even nearby signal base stations have been set up with backdoors by Alice.

Simply put, all mobile phones that enter the 3-kilometer radius around the small building are under the FBI's monitoring range and can be tracked in real time if necessary.

The voice on the other end of the line seemed to be that of an older man with a distinct Manhattan accent.

New York is a big city. People from a specific district will have slightly different accents when they speak. Old Manhattanites will give people the impression that they have a big tongue, and the rolled tongue sounds are relatively less obvious. Almost all "o" sounds will be pronounced as "aw".

The other party claimed to be an old friend of Montgomery and had just received a package from the police chief containing many important documents.

Montgomery wanted him to keep these materials for safekeeping as a deterrent to the person behind the scenes, so as to prevent his family from being harmed and protect Beckett's safety.

Because the package had just been received, the mysterious man was unable to prevent the shooting at the funeral this morning, but before contacting Cassell, he had already contacted the person behind the scenes.

He assured Cassel on the phone that the previous agreement between Montgomery and the other party would continue. The person behind the scenes, of course everyone already knew that the other party was Senator Bracken. He promised that Beckett would no longer be in danger, but on the condition that she must stop investigating her mother's death.

As the call was hung up, everyone had different expressions. Jack sighed silently. Although he didn't remember how the original plot developed afterwards, in his opinion, this kind of behavior of seeking the skin of a tiger was obviously not advisable.

Checks and balances only occur when the strength of both sides is relatively close, such as between the Soviet Union and the United States during the Cold War.

Beckett, a mere detective of the NYPD, and even with Castle, a writer, they are just two ants in the eyes of a senator who is about to run for president and has a high chance of becoming vice president.

Putting aside whether these materials are sufficient to convict the other party, even if the evidence is conclusive, the trouble it can cause to Senator Bracken is probably very limited.

Just look at the recent election years and you will know that ever since a certain former presidential couple started killing people, there has been a lot of negative information flying around, but the result is that the whistleblowers, insiders and reporters all die in a pile. Some people can even be shot eight times in the back and commit suicide, while the people whose negative information was exposed are unharmed.

Judging from the series of events that have happened so far, Robert Bracken may have already learned the true skills of the Donkey Gang. Professional killers are being sent out one after another, without end.

If Jack had not been sure that the other party probably did not know the true relationship between Frank and Cassel, he might have thought that the mercenaries who raided Frank's house were also the work of this congressman.

"Although the other party used an anonymous mobile phone, the location was confirmed. It was located in a mansion in Greenwich, Connecticut. The owner of the mansion was named Michael Smith."

Jack entered the address into the navigation on his phone, then looked at the others, "Who of you is willing to go with me?"

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Greenwich is right on the edge of New York State, less than an hour's drive from Manhattan. It is known as the richest town in the world and the place with the most billionaires and multi-millionaires in the United States. It is said that the interior area of ​​the newly built luxury houses here is no less than 5000 square meters.

According to the information found, Michael Smith is a retired lawyer with a net worth of tens of millions and a person of considerable social status. This may be another reason why Montgomery could entrust the materials to him with confidence, in addition to his favor.

Jack was accompanied by Beckett and Cassel. Frank disappeared again after getting the list that Jack found, and left behind Sarah Ross with big eyes.

"Detective Beckett, Mr. Cassel, and this unknown young gentleman, how did you find me?" After opening the door and seeing the three people, the 70-year-old man, who looked gentle and refined with a rather elegant temperament, looked a little surprised.

He recognized Cassel and Beckett at a glance. Apparently he had done some research beforehand and at least remembered their appearance in the photos.

"Jack Tawalla, FBI." After introducing himself, Jack glanced at the two slightly excited and nervous followers behind him and smiled at them.

"Won't you invite us in, Mr. Smith?"

"Well, please come in, ladies and gentlemen." Mr. Smith sighed, but still stepped aside and invited the three people into the house.

Although the old man looked a little old, he was in good shape. Except for a slightly hunched body, his legs and feet were still strong.

Leading the three people into the study, he came to a pile of spread-out documents in front of the desk, gathered them all together, put them in a thick manila envelope, and held it in his hand.

"You guys are probably here to ask me for these things, right?"

Jack glanced at the table and found that in addition to the things that had been put away, there were also a lot of new and old newspaper clippings, ranging from the earliest report on the murder of Beckett's mother to the news of the death of Police Chief Montgomery.

"It seems that you have been paying attention to this matter for a long time, Mr. Smith." He asked deliberately tentatively.

"No, all of them were collected by Montgomery. Only the top one was cut out from yesterday's newspaper. I knew nothing about the whole thing until I received the package last night. So, is the FBI also paying attention to this case?"

After asking the three if they wanted a drink and being refused, the old man poured himself a glass of whiskey.

"No, I knew about the case no earlier than you did, Mr. Smith," Jack replied.

"Do you mind if I see your ID?"

After getting a positive answer, the old man put on his reading glasses and carefully checked Jack's FBI ID under the light, looking a little disappointed.

"With all due respect, Agent Tawole, I do not believe that your involvement in this matter is a wise choice."

Did he think his rank was too low? Jack just smiled and didn't explain further.