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Chapter 547 Arrest and Interrogation (Part )

"Do you think this is the chat record between you and your 'lover'?" Jack sneered, "This is what 'Greenbird' said to Tara, the girl you met in the park today. I guessed it right, didn't I? ?He said the same thing to all the girls."

"I know that you may not care about how many wives he has at the same time, or maybe you think that the relationship between you and him is the most sincere, but unfortunately, the real situation does not seem to be like this. You and the one in your eyes There's no difference between those stupid girls, even"

"That's enough, you liar!" Nita Kayali bit her lip and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but she did not become angry again.

The mean smile on Jack's face made this woman feel extremely dazzled, "What's the point of lying to you? What can you provide? We found the special chat software on your computer, so you and he only communicate through the Internet. Of?

You know nothing about the true identity of 'Greenbird', no address, no phone number, everything is illusory, and you don't even have any leverage to negotiate with us, but this is not the most interesting thing. "

Jack nervously approached her, stretched out his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then pinched her chin, "Do you know what is the most interesting thing? You will be just like you hoped before. , took all charges and became a terrorist.

Terrorists have no human rights in this country. There will be no prosecution, let alone trial. You will be sent directly to Guantanamo, where you will be locked up for the rest of your life. "

"What a pity. What a beautiful girl, and she is at her most beautiful age." Jack gently rubbed the girl's delicate cheeks with the back of his hand.

"If I were you, I should start thinking about how to keep your 'lover' chaste in that prison. There are no male and female cells there. A beautiful girl like you should be very popular there. .

I don't know if spiritual chastity is a factor in your teachings, so good luck to you. "

Jack left the interrogation room with a silver smile on his face. After moving to the next room, he rubbed his face vigorously. He seemed to have acted too hard just now. All he could think of in his mind were scenes from various spy movies of the Republic of China. Those dog agents.

Hannah, who had watched the entire abnormal performance through the one-way glass, subconsciously took two steps back when she saw him. The vigilant expression on her face made Mr. Jie feel as if an arrow had been hit in his heart. It was so hurtful.

"Good acting." Dana Moge clapped lightly, but her eyes did not leave the interrogation room where Nita Kayali was frightened and crying by a pervert.

"How soon do you think she will confess everything she knows?"

"Wait 20 minutes. If there's still no reaction, we can do another show." A wicked smile appeared on Jack's lips, and then he subconsciously rubbed his cheeks to remove it. Damn it, he was a little too deep into the drama.

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"Click!" The interrogation room door suddenly opened. Nita Kayali, who was crying silently with her head down, was startled. She looked up and saw Hannah walking straight towards her with the key, ready to open it for her and put it on the table. Handcuffs on a fixed bar.

"what are you up to?"

"Send you to where you should go." Hannah's face was expressionless, and she looked at her as if she were looking at a dead person.

"No, no, I don't want to go to Guantánamo, please." Nita Kayali was so frightened that she struggled desperately.

"It doesn't depend on you." Dana Moge leaned against the door and crossed her arms, her eyes cold.

"No, I am not a terrorist. I am still useful to you. I know there are three girls who have obtained the poison. I know their faces and names. Please."

Nita Kayali hugged the interrogation table fixed to the floor and cried loudly.

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"All brothers and sisters, come to participate in 'Dark Jihad' and feel the glory and happiness with us."

Looking at the video played on the big screen, everyone in the combat center looked solemn.

"When did this video start spreading?" Dana Moger, who had just been called into the big office by Jubal because of this unexpected situation, asked.

"Just now, it seemed that the other party was reacting to the arrest of Nita Kayali. The 'DarkJihad' website was suddenly shut down. After that, the video began to spread rapidly in various online communities in the country. ." Jubal replied.

The video on the screen continued to play at this time, "You can't stop what has started, you will die at the hands of your own children."

This paragraph is spliced ​​together from various news pictures. One word corresponds to one picture. It is messy but gives people an inexplicable feeling of terror.

There is no doubt that what this passage is talking about is the other party's use of the underage girls who were seduced to poison. This is a declaration of terrorism, and of course it can also be regarded as a preview of subsequent attacks.

"It seems that the situation is not good. Do we need to send an early warning to the whole city through the NYPD?" Jack asked.

He and Dana Moge were called in by Jubal. Hannah was still in the interrogation room at this time, checking with Nita Kayali on the list of girls who might have obtained the poison.

<divclass="contentadv">According to Nita Kayali's account, she also met three other girls in Beacon Park in recent days. Although she did not know the specific time of the attack, she Remember what these girls looked like and their names.

Hannah has extracted all the girls' photos from Nita Kayali's computer and handed them to her for identification, and then handed them along with the names to the IT logistics staff for cross-reference with the databases of all middle schools in the city. The results should be available soon. .

Dana Moret held her chin in thought for a while, shook her head and rejected Jack's proposal, "We can't let New Yorkers go without eating all day. This has little meaning except causing panic."

"Can anyone here understand Arabic?" The female NSA liaison officer who had met once before hurriedly walked into the command center, holding a USB flash drive in her hand.

"What is this?" Jubal asked.

"We found the guy who created the 'DarkJihad' website. His name was Ali Kara, a Libyan. We monitored his phone and intercepted a call to him from Manhattan. The number belonged to a prepaid phone. This It’s a call recording.”

After speaking, the female NSA liaison officer handed the USB flash drive in her hand to Jubal, "The time was shortly after you arrested Nita Kayali."

"Play this for me." Jubal took the USB drive and handed it directly to an analyst next to him.

Soon, a conversation in Arabic rang out from the command center. An analyst stood up, stood in front, and started interpreting directly.

"The academy has been breached."

"Close the academy and send a warning."

"Understood, do you need me to build another one?"

"No, wait for my news, wait until I get to the next city."

The conversation didn't last long, but the amount of information was huge. The college should be talking about the "DarkJihad" website, and the warning was the one they just saw. From the conversation, it could be heard that the other party seemed to be preparing to leave New York and continue to other cities. Similar plans.

"The guy who gave the order is probably 'Greenbird'. I need to identify his voiceprint. I want to know who he is." Jubal said loudly.

"Received, we are extracting and analyzing, and the results are expected within 10 minutes." An analyst also responded loudly.

"Is it so advanced now?" Jack asked in surprise, "It only takes ten minutes to compare voiceprints?"

Dana Moger seemed a little unconcerned, "After all, the database is so big, we only need to compare it with the terrorists who are being monitored."

Ten minutes passed by in a flash, and a familiar profile photo appeared on the big screen, and Jubal's voice suddenly became a little louder than usual.

“Didn’t we confirm before that Khalid Burram was still in Syria at the beginning of the year?”

"The source of the information at that time was second-hand intelligence. It seems that there was an error." The female NSA liaison officer replied.

"Okay." Dana Moger sighed. Fortunately, it is not too late to confirm now. "If he is here, he must not be allowed to leave New York. Everyone, listen, I want to make sure that this photo, everyone Each NYPD officer has one."

The operations center immediately became busy, and liaison officers from various departments picked up the microphones at hand.

"Aren't there any clearer photos?" someone complained.

"This is the clearest one I can find. This guy's whereabouts are secretive." Jubal replied loudly and quickly walked to the row where the NYPD liaison officer was.

"Bridges, airports, stations, and docks require the NYPD to cover all areas and intercept him."