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Chapter 506 They are all familiar faces

"Are you okay?" Alexis stepped forward nervously to check if Jack was injured. Although the scene was filled with smoke and dust, she still saw some scattered bricks hitting his back.

"I'm fine." Jack shook his head and put the two people he rescued on the ground. He would not do anything too dangerous, he would just do his best with his superhuman physical fitness.

Several firefighters and EMTs who survived outside the building rushed forward and began to rescue their captain and the resident in a hurry. Both of them fell into a coma.

Jack patted the suit that had turned into rags and felt a little regretful. Hannah helped him pick out this high-end suit when he first came to New York last year.

This kind of Italian suit is more slim-fitting and more restrictive than the British suit. In addition, it is made of relatively light silk and linen fabrics. After the intense "exercise" just now, it has an effect similar to that of a bursting suit. .

Of course, even if it is a loose American suit, after today's tossing and rolling, there is a high probability that I won't be able to get it.

Everyone present looked disgraced at this time. The apartment did not tilt and fall, but like the World Trade Center during the "911" incident, it was crushed by its own gravity after the load-bearing part of the ground floor was destroyed, and was crushed by artificial blasting. The effect is very similar.

Although the surrounding buildings seemed to have little impact, except for a lot of shattered glass windows, this also meant that the chance of survival of those who were still in the building became extremely low, and most people were crushed under the thick layer of Under the rubble.

As the smoke gradually dissipated, Jack finally saw half of the yellow letter "I" under half of the collapsed wall. He called two firefighters to help use a crowbar to move the broken cement pillar above.

Under the bricks were the bodies of a man and a woman, two unrecognizable FBI agents. Before dying, the male agent subconsciously protected the female agent, but it had no effect. When Jack dug up their bodies By that time, both of them had lost their breath.

Jack pulled out their IDs and called Dana Moge's cell phone again.

"Yes, our people, Maggie Bell and Omar Adom Zidan, I found their IDs. I'm sorry, sir, I should have stopped them. Okay, I'll wait for you."

More and more police cars and emergency vehicles rushed to the scene, and vehicles with letters such as DEA and ATF also appeared one after another. Of course, there were also FEMA (Federal Emergency Management Agency) and DHS's own agency that are now affiliated with DHS (Department of Homeland Security). agent.

The NYPD simply blocked off the entire street this time. Jack could no longer care about Alexis at this time. He found a police officer to help take care of the girl, and then made a phone call gesture to her, indicating that he would come back later. connect.

Half of the members of the fire brigade were buried in the rubble. Of course, Jack would not go to work with the anxious firefighters to rescue. As an FBI, he had just experienced the scene, so naturally he had more important things to do, looking for clues. , dig out the murderer.

He asked the residents of the apartment who had evacuated in time one by one, and then found the manager of the apartment through them, a short, fat middle-aged African man in his fifties.

"The explosion came from the room on the first floor near the corridor, right? I knew it, I knew I should have kicked him out early." After Jack revealed his identity and received his affirmative answer, the apartment manager exploded with indignation. A litany of black slang.

"You should know who lives there, right?" Jack took out the small notebook he never left behind and patted the dust on it.

"Felton Ames is a despicable drug dealer. For more than a year, we have been trying to drive him out of this apartment." The apartment manager said angrily.

"Gangster? So he might be the real target." Jack tried to guide him into providing more information.

"Yes, he has been very impressive recently, as if he has really become a big shot. He wears a red silk suit every day and is surrounded by a group of idiots with guns.

<divclass="contentadv">Our tenants here were originally ordinary working-class people who just wanted to live a peaceful life, but they are all these damn bastards."

"Senior Agent Jack Tavole?" A beautiful middle-aged woman with exquisite makeup and excellent temperament walked up to Jack together with a middle-aged man with a CSI ID on his chest, interrupting the conversation between the two.

Jack was slightly stunned, a little dazed for a moment. The appearance of these two people together gave him a feeling of being displaced in time and space.

"Assistant Director of the New York Office Dana Moge, this is Officer Mike Taylor, director of the NYPD Crime Laboratory."

Shouldn't you two be partners? How did one become the FBI?

In the previous life in the American TV series "CSI New York", these two were obviously a pair, but one of them is now his immediate boss, and his position is so high. It's really strange how the world has merged.

The three of them shook hands respectively. The atmosphere at the scene was not suitable for small talk. Dana Moger went straight to the point, "How many people in the building were unable to come out."

Jack introduced the apartment manager next to him, "The tenant list has just been provided to the NYPD and is being checked, but according to the manager, many people are at home at this time.

And two of our agents, they were just walking through the door when the second explosion happened, and I was supposed to."

Dana Moger looked at Jack with a damaged suit and sighed, then reached out and patted his shoulder. As a result, a layer of soot was stirred up and she choked and coughed.

"You've done your best. We just talked to the fire chief, Owen Strand, and he said that if you hadn't insisted on evacuating the people in the building immediately, we would only have more bodies to dig up now. He also asked me I want to convey my gratitude to you for saving him."

"It's just a matter of duty." Jack subconsciously showed humility. Although Europeans and Americans don't like this, since the credit has been seen by his superiors, as a new subordinate, it is impossible to be more humble. Wrong.

"Did anyone claim to be responsible for this?" He reported what he had just inquired about and then asked.

Dana Moger shook her head, "Not yet. I have just ordered to block all traffic in 20 blocks of Clinton, including subway lines, and asked the Port Authority to temporarily close all bridges, tunnels and stations within the city. The FBI will take over subsequent investigation work.

We don't have much time. Most of the city will be shut down until the terrorist attack alert is lifted. "

At this point, she paused and stared at Jack seriously, "Senior Agent Tavole, it seems you are going to join the job early."

As she spoke, she looked at Mike Taylor, who had already put on rubber gloves, "Mike, this Agent Jack from the BAU is also good at on-site investigation. You don't mind him working with you for the time being, right?"

Mike Taylor had two particularly obvious eye bags on his face, as if he hadn't had a good sleep for a long time. Hearing this, a smile appeared on his face.

"How could I say no to a hero, the mysterious FBI agent who prevented the final suicide bomb from detonating in the Dallas supermarket bombing? It's a pity that we first met at such an unfortunate moment. I hope New York has no memory for you. It made such a bad impression.”

Jack could only barely smile back, and reached out to take the glove he handed over. He couldn't even accept it.