Chapter 542 Bewitching and brainwashing
"Poisoning? Terrorist attack? Ace Ace?" After hearing what Jack said, Mr. Shagas' face turned red. His eyes kept darting back and forth between the faces of the two FBI agents and his daughter. He couldn't believe that his family was ordinary. How could my daughter be associated with the word terrorist?
At this time, everyone had entered the house. Hannah sat on the sofa in the living room with Tara, who was still in shock. Jack looked around. The furnishings in the living room were all in order and cleaned.
It seems that the single father in front of him is not the type who neglects his family because of his busy work. This can be confirmed from the fact that he rushes to send his daughter to school early in the morning.
Jack felt that it was necessary to reflect on his previous attitude. He seemed to have some preconceptions about this father.
"Tara, who is the girl they are talking about? How did she get involved with Ace? Tell the FBI and don't hide anything."
Mr. Shagas' voice became a little hoarse, and in addition to anger in his voice, Jack also heard worry and fear for his daughter.
"She is a new transfer student, one year older than me. We, we," the girl sat numbly on the sofa, as if she had not yet recovered from the shock and fear. Apparently she had realized something.
Mr. Shagas' chubby face was so red that he was about to bleed. When he heard that his daughter was indeed involved in this matter, the veins on his neck popped out, making people worried about his next second. Could it be a cerebral hemorrhage?
"Why have I never heard you talk about her? You still?" He wanted to continue yelling, but was immediately stopped by Jack.
"Mr. Shagas, although your daughter is underage, this case involves acts of terrorism. Please listen here just out of respect."
Jack didn't finish his words, but he had already expressed what he wanted to express very clearly with his eyes. Mr. Shagas breathed a heavy sigh and tried to calm down his emotions.
"Tara, has Carolyn ever told you about the website Dark Jihad?" Hannah asked in a gentle tone.
"She is still a child, she doesn't understand anything, you don't understand" As soon as he heard the word "Jihad", before Tara could speak, Mr. Shagas quickly interrupted Tara who was about to say something.
Jack directly showed the handcuffs, understanding and understanding, knowing that the other party was protecting his child, but this was their only clue at the moment, and he could not let the father and daughter get away with it like this.
"Sir, you can choose to listen quietly on the side, or be taken back to the interrogation room of the FBI office with your daughter. This is the last warning.
We have no intention of eliciting a confession, and your daughter is not in too deep of a trap, but if you continue like this, or lie to federal agents, I have no idea what will happen. "
On the other side, Hannah, who was sitting next to Tara, also said sternly to her,
"The FBI is investigating 'Dark Jihad'. It is only a matter of time to find out who has logged into this website, so there is no point in lying. What we have to do is to stop this before new attacks occur and save the lives of innocent people." life."
After some half-truths, Tara finally stammered, "It was Caroline. She found the website 'Dark Jihad' first."
Jack and Hannah looked at each other with joy in their eyes, and now they had a breakthrough.
Tara continued, "She told me it was a really cool place with smart, well-meaning people who would talk to us about some of the things they had experienced in common."
"What kind of topic?" Hannah asked politely.
Tara shook her head, "I don't know what to say." As she said this, she subconsciously glanced at her anxious father.
"For example, anxiety about dressing up. If you dress fashionably, you will be called a slut. Your parents will also question you. If you wear what you like, you will be called a freak or a prude."
"It's true." Hannah looked deeply touched, as if the girl who was COSed as a little elk at Christmas this year was not her.
Seeing that her point of view was recognized, Tara gradually gained courage and became more fluent in speaking.
"But there, every woman wears the same thing and you don't have to worry about dressing up."
Hearing her say this, the three adults in the audience had question marks on their heads at the same time, and they began to doubt themselves as to whether they had missed something.
Jack thought about it three times before he realized what he was saying, "You're not talking about all women wearing black burqas and masks, are you?"
"That's not what she meant." Mr. Shagas was about to retort for his daughter, but stepped back under Jack's death gaze.
"That's what it means." Tara looked at her father with an inexplicable expression in her eyes, and the latter was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
If someone told him that he was worried about an onychomycosis on his little finger and was planning to cut off his entire arm as a treatment plan, he would be amused.
But when this kind of person really appears next to him, and she is his own daughter, it will only make him feel horrified and frightened, and what makes him even more unbelievable is yet to come.
"I also joined the 'Dark Jihad' and started studying." Tara took a deep breath. I don't know if it was because she could finally confess her "belief", or because she wanted to swear something. This ordinary-looking fat girl At this moment, my whole body seemed to be radiating confidence.
Hannah frowned, "What are you studying?"
“Preparing for the Middle East.”
Upon hearing these words, Mr. Shagas seemed to be deflated and slumped on the chair next to the dining table.
"Are you going to be Ace's bride?" Jack had heard similar news in his previous life. There are such bewitched and brainwashed girls in Europe, the United States, and even North Africa, especially in places like Morocco. They are all underage and older. Most of them are women who have just reached adulthood.
The so-called bride is just a euphemism. To put it bluntly, it is to act as a tool for sexual intercourse. A common thing is speed dating. After a good night, the man straps a bomb on his body and goes away without regret, leaving behind a "widow" "It can also be used two or three times.
"Caroline and I planned to go together, but she died. I don't understand." Tara was in a daze, not knowing what she was thinking.
"Who is the other party? I think you should have guessed by now that both you and Caroline have been used by the other party. Tell us his identity." Hannah was unable to complain and just wanted to get key information as soon as possible.
"His online name is 'Greenbird'. He first met Caroline on the website and then started chatting through a software. Caroline said they had a plan and she would help them complete the plan and then they could go abroad. ”
What Tara said was not entirely true. Jack suspected that she should have known that Caroline was planning to poison her and knew the result through yesterday's news reports. It was obvious that she didn't care about these innocent people who died before the FBI came to her door. By.
But now is not a good time to pursue accountability. What they urgently need is more information.
"Have you had a conversation with Greenbird? Tell me what you know?" Jack put a hand on Mr. Shagas' shoulder and warned him with his eyes while continuing to ask the girl.
"We talk about everything. He is very smart and knows what I am thinking. He cares about me very much." Tara's cheeks flushed, and there was still a trace of attachment in her eyes when talking about the other person.