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Chapter 510 The Third Bomb

Dana Moir stared at Jack with burning eyes. She didn't speak fast, but the information in her words made people's hearts beat faster involuntarily.

"Rossi told me that you are the most talented and potential young man he has ever met, and you are worthy of all his trust, so I paid a huge price to transfer you to my side."

Jack felt his scalp tingling for a while, but he didn't panic. But such seemingly complimentary words are usually not followed by anything good. As expected, he just heard her continue,

“I just lost two of my best field agents, the city’s subways and tunnels are still closed, and our director called me three times today to get the latest updates, not to mention the New York State The governor, the mayor, and those legislators who are doing nothing."

Dana Moger leaned forward slightly, "So, dear Jack, can I trust you completely like Rosie?"

This was one step closer. Jack rolled his eyes silently in his mind. Is there any other answer at this time?

"It would be an honor to serve you, ma'am."

Dana Moger showed a hint of cunning, "I will hold a press conference tomorrow afternoon at the latest to inform the public about the progress of the case. I hope you can stand behind me then."

Is this the new boss's way of conveying pressure to his subordinates? It's really subtle and embarrassing. It's already 10 o'clock in the evening. Her implication is that she hopes Jack can find out what's going on behind the scenes before tomorrow afternoon. Black hands.

As a veteran in the workplace, Jack naturally knows what to strive for at this time.

"The clues we have now are limited, and time is too tight. New bombs may appear outside at any time. Can I take some unconventional measures?"

Dana Moger waved her hand nonchalantly, "Just go ahead and do it. Here's a little tip. If I were you, I would first find out about my partner, even if it's just a temporary one."

What does this mean? Jack was a little confused. Naturally, his temporary partner was talking about Detective Danny Regan of the NYPD. Is there anything special about him?

Jack smiled awkwardly and stood up to leave. Just as he was about to open the door, Dana Moger's voice came from behind again, "I heard that you are very skilled and have good marksmanship. You were the one who saved the day in the Dallas supermarket bombing." You took action to prevent the last suicide bomb from detonating, right?"

"Ah?" What kind of question is this? Didn't he remember it all in his file? Jack was slightly startled, and he already roughly understood what she was implying.

Sure enough, all I could hear was Dana Moger continued, "I hope you can be so decisive in this operation. I don't want to see more corpses of innocent people."

"As you wish, dear lady." Jack knew clearly. He didn't want to see the corpse of an innocent person, but it would be best to see the corpse of a murderer. On certain matters, the FBI and the local police were consistent. Blood for blood, tooth for tooth.

After leaving Dana Moage's office, the first thing Jack did when he returned to his office was to turn on his computer and look up the name Danny Regan in the FBI database, and then he understood what the female boss meant.

Danny Regan, retired fourth-class, NYPD detective first class, his father Frank Regan, and his grandfather Henry Regan, are the current NYPD chief and former chief respectively.

He also has a sister, Eileen Regan, an assistant prosecutor in the New York District Attorney's Office, and two brothers - Joey Regan, a deceased police officer, and James Regan, who just graduated from Harvard Law School. A top student, he still chose to join the NYPD and became a rookie patrol officer.

If it were Deusares, he would probably be labeled as "familial", "nepotism", and "hereditary" every minute.

Jack is not so narrow-minded. Being a policeman in this world is not a good job. Even for Siris in his previous life, a low-level criminal police officer did not have to worry about being shot, but he could not avoid death from overwork.

In this world, or in the United States, such a police family with family honor is quite worthy of respect.

Sure enough, there is no simple one who can be the BOSS. Whether it is CSI's Mike Taylor or NYPD's Danny Regan, Dana Moger arranged for Jack to meet them all because of her intention.

When he was in the BAU, Jack discovered that although the FBI cooperated a lot with the local police departments, they were doing dirty work and chewing hard bones.

For those big cases that are easy to detect and have great influence, the powerful local police departments are absolutely unwilling to let the FBI take any of the credit.

The FBI, which has a lot of resources at its disposal, cannot forcefully take cases that belong to the state because it lacks jurisdiction. It can only stare and drool. This has led to constant discord between the two, and the lawsuits often have to be taken to the top. .

Faced with this situation, Rossi's approach was simple and crude. As long as the knife in his hand was fast and sharp enough, no matter how hard it was, he would take it. After the case was solved, the local police station would still have to put on a smile. Thank you FBI. a helping hand.

Moreover, BAU has many choices and can be found all over the country. As long as they want to take it, they can take endless cases every day.

As the leader of the local office, Dana Moger cannot do whatever she wants like Rossi. Regardless of New York State or New York City, any case within the jurisdiction of the state police and NYPD will not be handled by the FBI. bump.

Except for cases involving terrorist attacks, child abductions, and interstate cases, most cases are in the hands of the FBI. They are basically difficult and complicated cases. The cases are solved after a lot of effort, and the media may not necessarily pay attention to them. But if you mess up, you will be drowned in saliva in minutes.

Of course, this is just a one-sided perspective after putting the butt on the FBI's side. From the perspective of the local police department, or directly from the perspective of the NYPD, the FBI is also not a good bird.

There are cases where people will bite off fat whenever they see it, and they will hang on to difficult cases that have nothing to do with them.

<divclass="contentadv">The project that Dana Moger wanted Jack to take charge of was born out of such a contradictory and complicated relationship. She wanted to achieve equal benefits in the name of joint action.

When the case is solved, everyone contributes and shares the credit. When the case is messed up, everyone has an obligation to help suppress the media and minimize the negative impact.

In recent years, the relationship between the FBI's New York office and the NYPD has been quite tense. The appointment of Dana Moge as the new head naturally had some considerations in this regard.

In addition to leveraging her local connections and good dancing skills, this joint project is a way for Dana Moger to show her sincerity to all parties and send a signal of detente.

But no one expected that the slap in the face would come so quickly. If the current serial bombings are not handled well, even if the higher-ups don’t say anything, Dana Moger will have no shame in continuing to sit in this position and retire early. Maybe that's the best choice.

Jack didn't understand these things very well at first. He lacked interest in politics, and his location also determined that the information he could learn was limited.

Fortunately, he had a good teacher. In order to make him willing to come to New York, Rosie explained the twists and turns clearly.

Now his interests are tied to Dana Moger. In order to make his life easier in the future, he must go all out to solve the case as soon as possible.

So, Jay spent his first night in New York in the FBI office.

Silent night, morning.

For the first time, Jack stood in a skyscraper and watched the sunrise. As the salty duck egg yolk-like sun reluctantly jumped over the horizon, New York City, with its many tall buildings, ushered in a new day.

The morning sun gilded everything in front of him with a layer of gold. He squinted his eyes, trying to distinguish Wall Street not far away.

The phone on the table suddenly vibrated. He answered the phone and Danny Regan's voice came from inside, "We found another bomb!"

Jack left the office and hurried toward the large office of the operations center. He bumped into Jubal Valentine who had also stayed up all night. Apparently, he had also received the same news.

He directly threw the car keys in his hand to Jack, "This is your new car, take it easy, and be careful of the 'MS-13 Gang'."

Jack took the key, nodded, went downstairs and bought three cups of coffee and a sandwich, immediately sounded the siren and drove towards the community sports center in Clinton District.

When we arrived at the entrance of the sports center, the place was already completely surrounded. NYPD police cars, fire trucks, and even ESU armored vehicles were dispatched.

ESU is equivalent to the LAPD's SWAT team. The name of the SWAT team in each big city is different. In Chicago, it is called HBT, and in Miami, it is SRT.

"A bunch of guys were here getting ready for a basketball game today, and someone found that thing in a duffel bag under the bleachers."

A blond white man with a crew cut and a big beard was telling Danny Regan what had happened. Next to the latter stood a middle-aged female police detective, lowering her head and writing down notes in a notebook.

"Hi, Jack, here." Danny Regan looked up and saw Jack walking quickly towards him, and waved quickly.

Jack smiled friendly at him and the middle-aged female police detective, and handed over the coffee in his hand.

"Oh, thank you so much. You really saved my life." Danny Regan took the coffee and handed it to his partner. He couldn't wait to take a sip. It could be seen from the bloodshot eyes that he I also stayed up all night.

"Jackie, this is my partner, Jackie. Jackie, this is Jack, also my partner, haha." This guy was obviously a little too excited because he stayed up late, and he could still laugh at such a cold joke.

"Don't mind, he drank too much coffee last night." Jackie rolled her eyes, feeling embarrassed for her old partner.

"This is Brick, the supervisor here." She took the initiative to introduce the identity of the person being questioned.

"Have there been any threats here before?" Jack asked.

The bearded blond man Brick shook his head and said he was unclear, "I have only been an administrator here for a few months and I have no clue at all."

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