Chapter 516 The pressure cooker bomb and the beginning of the Canon in D major?

Chapter 516 The pressure cooker bomb and the beginning of the Canon in D major?

Chapter 516 Pressure Cooker Bomb and Canon in D Major = Beginning?

"The last bomb may explode at any time, and we don't have much time." Dana Moger quickly walked into the combat center, where the analysts were already busy.

"We need to find his target location immediately. This time his target should not be those gang members. This bomb is designed to cause as many casualties as possible. 12 grenades and various nails and fragments were stuffed together. In a pressure cooker.

Once this pressure cooker bomb is successfully detonated, I can't imagine what hell it will be like. "

Jubal Valentine called up various live news feeds on the big screen, "Robert Lawrence will be in the CBS studios tonight for a commentary show, and it's his best not to be there." Proof, the time is estimated to be two hours later.”

"Is there a way to deduce the most likely location of the attack?" Dana Moger didn't think it was a good idea to arrest Robert Lawrence now. With just the confession he had now, his legal team would be able to arrest this guy in minutes. Bail out.

An analyst called up several images, "The most likely locations are three. African-American residents of the Mott Harbor community are demonstrating in the streets. They believe that the explosion in the apartment building in 'Hell's Kitchen' was a Z-nationalist attack. There were hundreds of people gathered.

There was also a vigil gathering near the collapsed apartment building, and hundreds of people also mourned the dead victims. "

"There is also this, a community meeting in Clinton District, where representatives of local minority activists will gather to discuss recent conflicts. The start time of the meeting coincides with the time when Robert will be on the show."

"This is the gathering. It is indoors and cannot be easily evacuated, and the people Robert hates the most are gathered here. The first two places are left to you to evacuate the crowd, and this place is left to us."

Jack took out his cell phone and called Danny Regan. After learning that there was another bomb, he asked the detective to help him run to the bomb disposal team to pick up some equipment.

"Jack, be careful. Also, it's best not to arrest that bastard during the live broadcast." Watching him leave in a hurry, Jubal Valentine subconsciously warned him, and the latter made an OK gesture without looking back. .

When Jack ran out of the federal building, a speeding pickup truck stopped in front of him, and then a tired-looking Danny Regan poked his head out of the cab.

"Hey, man, I forgot to mention that I saw you show up at the press conference before. You performed really well. It seems that many girls in New York will have sleepless nights tonight."

Jack rolled his eyes and looked behind the pickup truck. He saw a strange-looking small trailer being towed there, and a device that looked like a large globe was placed on the trailer.

This thing's scientific name is a vehicle-mounted explosion-proof can. It is almost impossible to see this kind of thing in American TV series, because it is like in a road movie. If the protagonist is far ahead with one in his hand, the film will not be able to be filmed.

Explosion-proof cans also have bugs like this. Unless the explosive is a type that is not suitable for movement, such as a bulletproof vest or a horizontal bomb, or the explosion yield is too large, throwing it into it as soon as possible is the best solution.

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At 8 o'clock in the evening, in the CBS Broadcast Center studio on West 57th Street in midtown Manhattan, Danny Regan yawned and stared impatiently at Robert Lawrence, who was talking nonsense in front of the camera.

"How long will this guy last? I can't hold it anymore and I really want to go back to sleep. Why are we both awake for two days, but we can't see it at all from your face?"

Jack stared at Robert Lawrence in the studio without blinking. There was no expression on his face, but what he said was very hurtful, "Maybe it's because I just turned 25 and you are about to turn 50."

"I'm only 42, and there's still a long way to go before I turn 50. Damn it, I quite liked you and wanted to invite you to our family dinner every Sunday."

Danny Regan pouted unhappily. Although men don't care about age like women do, to be honest, he is indeed very jealous of the FBI boy next to him.

I think back then, he was also a famous lothario in New York. It wasn't until he met his current wife, Linda, that he changed his ways and became a good family man.

With his many years of experience, he could already foresee what kind of turmoil a guy like Jack would cause in the New York social scene that advocates "fast life".

At this time, on the other side of the open studio, Robert Lawrence was still engaged in a verbal exchange with an African-American woman under the guidance of the host.

"Whether I feel sad about the bombing, of course, but when it comes to accident, I don't feel at all."

"Yes, black people were blown up, and you're not surprised?" The African-American woman looked like she was going crazy with him.

"Yes, the violence in this community is just an external manifestation of its internal chaos, but no one wants to face it, let alone admit it.

Whether it’s those ongoing prayer vigils or protest demonstrations, do these practices really solve the problem? What people should really do is be honest about the root causes behind these incidents.”

Danny Regan's fingers kept rubbing the holster on his waist impatiently, making people worry that he would take out his gun and shoot the guy in the head the next second.

"Remember our plan, hold back, don't be impulsive." It's just the victim's guilt theory. Jack has heard many violent theories in his past life, so where does this go?

After all, the person who was wrongfully accused and whose reputation was damaged was because the victim took the initiative to publicize it, so the verdict that the defendant was not guilty can be openly written in the court judgment.

Finally reaching the intermission, Jack and Danny Regan directly blocked Robert Lawrence in the dressing room.

"What are the NYPD and FBI planning to accuse me of?" The guy raised his head, arrogantly as if he was really a big shot.

"Premeditated murder, premeditated hate crime." Danny Regan snorted.

"Premeditated? So you don't have direct evidence, right?" Robert Lawrence didn't seem to be nervous about facing law enforcement at all.

"You'll know when you come back with us." Jack was too lazy to talk nonsense to him.

At this moment, the studio suddenly became busy, and someone was talking loudly, "Breaking news, there is a bomb threat at the Clinton District Community Meeting."

Robert Lawrence showed a trace of uneasiness on his face, glanced at Danny Regan, who always had his hand on his gun, and said.

"I think I should call my lawyer."

"Feel free." Danny Regan shrugged.

Robert Lawrence deliberately prolonged his tone and pointed to the briefcase beside him, "My cell phone is in that bag, can I take it out? You won't shoot me, right?"

"Do you want me to inform the cameraman over there to point the camera here?" Jack's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Then I'll take it as your consent." Robert Lawrence looked at the chaotic venue in the live broadcast. The evacuation work was obviously not going smoothly.

Jack and Danny Regan watched his performance expressionlessly. The guy first slowly took out his cell phone from his bag, and then said in a cowardly manner, "Oh, I forgot his cell phone number. I also need to get my cell phone number.”

Then he reached out and took out a note from his suit pocket, entered a series of numbers on his mobile phone and dialed it.

"Wow, I seem to have entered the wrong number. I have to try again." Before Robert Lawrence finished speaking, his hand that was about to hang up the phone was suddenly grabbed by Jack.

"Miridosi La Falasi" a cheerful "Canon in D Major" suddenly sounded. Jack smiled and took out an evidence bag from his pocket, which contained an old-fashioned mobile phone that was vibrating.

"Are you surprised? You bastard!" Danny Regan held him down and cuffed his hands behind his back.

PY the beautiful comics written by the big guys in the same group.

Chen Tao never expected that even if he traveled through time, he would actually become Batman himself.

As we all know, Batman is extremely smart, has extraordinary wisdom, and has extraordinary fighting skills. But - what does all this have to do with me, a time traveler?

oh! It's okay, I can inherit Batman's power and memories...? ! ? Wait, why are they all parallel universe versions?