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Seeing that the two DHS officials were silenced, Jack had roughly guessed the reason. It was nothing more than a trivial matter of competing for credit. Of course, it could also be explained as being worried about the news leaking out.

It seems that this "AM" is quite respected within DHS. Now that things have come to this, Jack can only comfort himself from a different perspective.

DHS (Department of Homeland Security) is a new department established after 911/. It has drawn on and reorganized departments such as the Secret Service and the Customs Service that were originally part of the IRS, as well as the National Infrastructure Protection Center and the National Domestic Readiness Office, which were functional agencies that were once part of the FBI.

Compared with the FBI, the functions of the DHS are more administrative, and there is more cooperation than competition between the two sides. What's more, with Joey Reacher present, there is no need to embarrass the other party too much.

"If the other party is used to using bearer bonds, then the transaction must be done in person. We don't know why 'AM' went to Denver, but his purpose in coming to New York must be to exchange money for goods.

Given the ghost's usual cautious style, he obviously won't risk using those "AM" pseudonyms again, which also means that he needs time to get a new identity, so time is on our side now."

Jack made a well-reasoned presentation and the expressions on both sides eased a little.

In fact, strictly speaking, the representative of DHS is Joey Reacher, the representative of FBI is Jack, the original 110 Special Investigation Team is a big guy, plus Danny Reagan who represents NYPD, they are all considered a family when they close the door.

After nearly an hour of intelligence gathering, the faces of those present all looked grim. An arms deal worth 6500 million, with 650 weapons worth 10 each, was a bit shocking.

This is not the military purchasing toilet seats, and even if there is some water in it, it would not be an exaggeration. However, they searched through the military product catalog of "New Era Technology" and failed to find any weapons and equipment that might be related to it.

"Could it be a weapon that is being developed or tested?" Jubal closed the information provided by DHS, rubbed his brows and asked.

Agent Omar Karim's face was not looking good either. "We lack relevant information. In accordance with your request, we have not mobilized too many people. Currently, we are retrieving existing information. If you want to know their new weapons research and development information, this may alert the Pentagon."

Alerting the Department of Defense is not a big deal, but the exposure of DHS is enough to make some people cut off their tails and survive, and it may even affect the subsequent illegal transactions.

The FBI and DHS may not care about letting the big fish behind the scenes go. After all, no one knows whether it is a giant octopus or Cthulhu hiding under the water.

But if this deal is ruined and the capture of the red-handed person turns into the prevention of a potential illegal transaction involving terrorism, that is not what they want to see.

No matter how many adjectives you add in front of the word, it cannot change the annoying result that great work becomes small work and in the end you get nothing and work in vain.

"So the key issue now is how to obtain more intelligence without using official means, right?" Reichelt didn't smile much when he saw his brother, but now the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Yes, at least we need to find out what weapons they are trading." Based on their discussion on the way here, Jack probably guessed his thoughts and acted as a supporting role at the right time.

"But the problem is that if hackers are used, it will take a long time to break through the firewall of a defense company, not to mention that the other party is likely to use physical isolation."

Reacher showed a sinister smile on his face, "Then saddle the horse and let's be cowboys."

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"Repeat the mission." Reacher said.

At this time, everyone was wearing a full set of second-hand store clothes, black ski masks and leather gloves, and the special investigators turned into street gangsters in minutes.

"The machine room." Negley and Dixon said in unison.

"The office of the director of operations," O'Donnell replied.

"I'll take care of the rest." Reacher said and looked at Jack.

"Drive to pick them up." Jack rolled his eyes silently. He didn't expect that he would have to play a supporting role in such a mission.

Danny, the NYPD, seemed even more excited than the reserve robbers, "The patrol officer is my brother James. He will try to delay as much as possible, but you only have 15 minutes at most."

Jubal looked at these guys with a bit of a smile and tears in his eyes. After working with Jack for a long time, he felt that his heart's ability to withstand stress was getting stronger and stronger.

An FBI agent helped a retired veteran to pretend to be a robber and rob someone else's company. The key point is that this person was not an undercover agent, and I don't know how to write this part in the case report.

This was Reacher's idea. Since everyone was worried that the exposure of the official presence would lead to the case ending in a whimper, there would naturally be no problem for them, a group of outsiders, to take action.

Directly raid the headquarters of "New Era Technology" and pack up all the information. Such a direct and rough action will not make the other party associate it with the FBI or DHS at all, and may further stimulate the other party.

By drawing the attention of the special investigators to the mastermind behind the incident, perhaps they could reveal more clues.

At 1 a.m., outside the parking lot of New Era Technology, a battle-damaged Hyundai SUV parked on the side of the road. Several people inside checked their watches and pulled down their ski masks.

Without further ado, Jack turned the car around, put it in reverse gear, stepped on the accelerator, and the front of the SUV rushed straight towards the gate at the entrance of the parking lot.

With a slight sound, the fragile barrier pole was broken into two pieces. Jack slightly released the accelerator and quickly turned the steering wheel. The SUV did a tailspin in the empty parking lot, drawing a graceful arc and then stopped.

Putting the car in reverse gear, he stepped on the accelerator again, and the rear of the SUV rushed straight towards the lobby of the office building.

"Attention!" With his reminder, the deflated tires easily crossed the two low steps, broke through the glass curtain wall and lay across the spacious hall.

The crisp sound of glass breaking was followed by the disturbing sound of an alarm.

Everyone in the car got out, each holding a Benelli M4 shotgun. Two security guards on duty at the front desk of the lobby had just come to their senses from this sudden scene and subconsciously wanted to draw their guns, but one of them was hit by a 12-gauge Hupper-Sock bean bag bullet.

Jack took two steps forward and smashed one of them on the chin with the butt of his gun, then kicked the other one unconscious.

Lei Che and his companions didn't even look at this side. According to the previously set goals, some rushed to the elevator to go upstairs, and some ran directly to the stairwell to the machine room in the basement.