Chapter 927 Interlude

Chapter 927 Interlude

Three days later, when Jack and Brian's transport plane landed at Edwards Air Force Base in California, Anna also experienced her last moments.

"You can still use your original name. After all, there are girls named Anna everywhere, but it's better to change your last name." A woman with a strong aura said as she handed the file box to her.

If Jack were here, he would probably be surprised to see a "familiar face" again, Catherine Zeta-Jones. At this time, she was wearing a general uniform, and it turned out to be the Kataya Petrov that Frank had mentioned before. Na.

Seeing that there was still some suspicion in the girl's eyes, the female general opened the FSB system in front of her and entered Anna's former name.

Seeing the big no-result prompt appearing on the interface, Anna seemed to be drained of all her strength and her whole body went limp.

"Believe me, it is much more troublesome to erase all traces of your existence from the FSB than to kill you directly." Kataya Petrovna hid a trace of envy in her eyes, and handed Anna a passport.

"That country in the East has recently implemented a 144-hour transit visa exemption. You can go to the southernmost island to play. I heard that the scenery there is no worse than Hawaii."

Anna hugged her file box tightly, as if she had just come back to her senses, and asked somewhat strangely, "Am I really thin? I heard that there are a lot of delicious food there, I should be able to eat a little fatter."

Kataya Petrovna couldn't help but frowned, "Then you can consider finding someone to marry there, or simply have a child."

——

Jack stayed in Los Angeles for two days, mainly with Chris discussing the establishment of a security department, and by the way, he spent the night with Zoe.

Maureen, who had been inseparable from her, went to San Francisco to attend a medical conference, and it was rare for the two of them to have some alone time together.

It’s just that the city councilwoman at dinner seemed a little uninterested, as if she had something on her mind.

"What's the trouble?" After clearing the table, Jack sat on the sofa and gently kneaded her toes through her stockings.

"No, I just found that without knowing it, my little man has turned into a big hero." Zoe hugged his neck and exhaled like a blue. Well, to be precise, it was the smell of wine. The two had just shared a bottle Napoleon Cognac from France.

She drank a little too much, and her cheeks to her neck turned a beautiful rosy red.

Jack frowned at the silly elder sister and sighed, "If you don't want to continue to be in politics, forget it. I know how tiring it is to deal with those fat-minded politicians. In the past, you didn't need to step on high heels and greet people with a smile every day."

Zoe smiled and shook her head slightly, "Do you think I don't need to deal with politics when I am in the police station? After becoming a police superintendent, I have very little time to stay on the front line, and I have to wear high heels most of the time."

As she spoke, she took the initiative to get into Jack's arms so that this guy could continue to cause mischief. "You guys are developing so fast. When I was in Washington, some people were already asking me who the boss behind 'Shangri-La' is."

Jack's expression didn't show much surprise, "This is expected. Haven't we been prepared for it a long time ago? California has Hollywood and Silicon Valley, which are enough to provide us with all the resources we need for development. Many things are not rushed."

"You think too simply. Do you know how much capital is secretly watching in Hollywood now? Whenever Maureen and I appear in Washington during this period, both the congressman and the senator will greet us with smiles."

The blush began to spread throughout her body, and Zoe took a deep breath with difficulty, trying not to make her voice sound strange.

Jack reluctantly raised his head from the mountain and asked with a smile, "Can't it be because they admire the beauty of you two beauties?"

Zoe slapped him angrily, "You're right, there is indeed a bad guy who wants to gain both people and money. You'd better watch your Professor Cahill."

Jack finally came to his senses and picked up the silly elder sister from the sofa with some depression, "Did you wake up to some new hobby? Why are we discussing such a boring topic at this time? You won't be in bed later. Give a campaign speech?"

"Maybe it's because you've given us so little time recently." Zoe snickered, hugging his neck.

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The way women act coquettishly becomes different after they enter politics, and Zoe is just expressing her apology in disguise, because Chris has indeed encountered a lot of trouble recently.

This is not beyond their previous expectations. After all, the Anderson family is far from being able to dominate the sky with one hand in California, let alone the multinational capital that controls Hollywood.

Fortunately, the biggest financial problem has been solved for the time being. Moreover, although "Shangri-La" has a good development momentum, after all, the size is there, and the troubles encountered are limited to some early trials, so it is not troublesome to deal with it.

The security department that Jack proposed to Chris came at the right time. This kind of low-level temptation often involves dirty methods, and Brian is best at dealing with such threats.

However, someone inexplicably had a competitor, the bad guy Zoe said wanted to gain both people and wealth, the senator whose full name is Malcolm Lavoie.

After returning to New York, Jack checked this thing and found that Senator Lavoie was also from California. He was less than 50 years old this year and occupied one of California's two senatorial seats.

This can't help but make someone think, if this guy can be killed, wouldn't Zoe be able to take over naturally?

Unfortunately, he had just made big news in Paris and provoked Mao Zi's intelligence department. This was really not a suitable time to cause trouble.

You must know that the safety factor of being a senator in the United States is much higher than that of being a president. It is very difficult to cause an accident and not be traced afterwards.

Moreover, Lavoie's political stance was erratic, never adhering to any strong views, and focused solely on making money. People in Washington gave him the nickname "Paper Bag," which means doing things with money.

Such a guy has almost no political opponents. Don't even think about framing his opponent, unless you can find a psychotic gunman. We don't have the energy at the moment, and the matter is not very urgent, so we can only put it aside temporarily.

On the other side, Frank never showed up, as if he had disappeared again, which made Cassel very depressed.

Although he didn't expect that his parents would be separated for decades and still fall in love and live together again like in the movie, but after all, he hoped to spend some time with his spy father to make up for the family ties that had been missing for many years.

It wasn't until one day that Jack helped bring him a book, "Casino Royale" written by Ian Fleming, that he felt relieved.

But Jack couldn't see Frank either. The book was sent to him by Old Hunter, and he also vaguely informed him that the matter in France was completely over.

Vasilev's position was replaced by Frank's old lover Kataya, and Anna and another agent named Chenkov who were present at the time were cleared.

Of course, the former was a fake death, while the latter was beaten into a sieve in the execution ground.

Subsequently, the FSB launched a bloody revenge against the CIA. A CIA team in Paris was directly eliminated. The FSB assassination team, from the supervisor to the office cleaner, was not spared.

This CIA team actually died not unjustly. They were the same CIA team that planned the assassination of Vasilev in the original play. The supervisor who threatened Anna to become a double agent did not know that he had become a scapegoat before he died.

It is said that Anna went to a large country in the East to recuperate and undergo micro plastic surgery. After all, she was a well-known model in Paris before. If she wants to develop in the United States in the future, it is necessary to change her appearance.

Jack is not in a hurry. As long as Anna is not stupid, she should know that it is safest to follow him, unless she really wants to find a remote place to marry and have children incognito.

This year's Halloween was uneventful. The Most Wanted Criminals Team crossed two names off the wanted list within a month, but it was far behind the pace of new additions.

Then it was someone's turn to start having a headache, because after Halloween it was Christmas, and Alexis would definitely not want to go to Paris again, and she was not even interested in Europe for a short time.

So between going to an uninhabited island to play wild survival and going to a Hawaiian beach to bask in the sun, the girl chose the latter. The reason there were two options was because the former suggestion came from Hannah, who was recently obsessed with a survival challenge. reality show.

Just when Jack was worried about whether taking Hannah and Jiejie with him at the same time would misunderstand his original relatives if he went to Hawaii, Stella Bona, who now replaced Mike Taylor as the head of the CSI New York Laboratory, Sheela approached him.

"How did you manage to live such a hermit-like life in the busy urban area of ​​New York?" Stella looked curiously at Jack, who was wearing a cowboy hat and holding a small scythe, cutting vegetables in the back garden. asked.

"Maybe it's just a matter of greed. Do you know how difficult it is to get some safe food in this country? Sometimes it's not just a matter of spending money."

Jack finished cutting the last crop of autumn spinach, then picked up a hoe and started to turn over the soil. Spinach can be harvested all year round, but the winter in New York is too cold and requires mulching. Now he has to go abroad at every turn. With only a Mexican old man The gardener couldn't care less.

Stella made it clear that she was here to have a meal, otherwise she would not have come at this time for dinner. Today, the girls went shopping together, leaving Jack alone, so he simply made three dishes and one soup, and the two of them ate together. chat.

There is a saying that the reason why Dongda’s state banquet is mainly based on Huaiyang cuisine, in addition to the beautiful presentation, is because of its light taste. It may not be liked by everyone, but it is acceptable to everyone, especially for the elderly. writers and foreigners.

Stella's taste is on the light side, and she was full of praise for the crab meat and lion's head. Jack added chopped water chestnuts to it, and the unique sweetness neutralized the greasiness of the meat filling.

After enjoying the delicacies, Stella talked about the reason for her visit. She recently took over a strange case. Several tourists discovered a body in the Catskill Mountains.

After the CSI laboratory took over, it discovered a lot of doubts, which led to Stella's trip. "The local police station has less than 20 police officers, so I hope the FBI can take over this case."

Jack took the file and looked through it. His brows furrowed more and more as he read, "Falling from a height? This seems to be more than just a simple murder case."

The case file shows that the place where the body was found was in a forest and there were no cliffs nearby. However, the autopsy results showed that the fractures and other injuries on the deceased were caused by falling from a height of at least one kilometer.

"Yes." Stella nodded, "We also found signs of torture on him. There was no water in the deceased's stomach and there were signs of severe dehydration. We suspect that he was thrown off the plane before he died. "

"It's most likely a helicopter. If it's a fixed-wing aircraft, unless it's a military transport aircraft with an openable tail compartment, throwing people out at high altitude is likely to hit the wings or even the propeller."

Jack recalled his skydiving experience.

"There are also signs of fractures in the legs of the corpse. Our forensic doctor said these should have been caused at least 24 hours before death." Stella pulled out a few photos from a stack of photos in the file folder.

Jack pulled out the blood test results, "High concentration of free histamine? A person who falls from a height of one kilometer would die almost instantly under normal circumstances. Do you suspect that he experienced brutal torture and interrogation within 72 hours of his death?"

Histamine is a vasoactive amine with strong irritation. It is mainly synthesized by the liver and partly produced and released by vascular endothelial cells. It is mainly involved in allergic reactions and inflammatory reactions in the human body.

The half-life of free histamine in the blood is about 5 hours, and the concentration in the blood can last for about 72 hours. Jack's forensic expertise is not enough to judge how long the deceased suffered before his death, but judging from the concentration alone, the deceased was tortured for about 72 hours. People are likely to be close to shock before being thrown from a height.

"At least half of the injuries on the deceased's body are inconsistent with falling from a high altitude. Our technicians also found the component of ferrous oxide on his trousers." Stella took out another photo.

"So his legs were broken with a rusty iron rod?" Jack muttered to himself, "This means he was either tortured because of revenge, or the murderer wanted something from him. What."

"And this is why I hope the FBI gets involved." Stella took out a folded A4 paper from her pocket.

"Our database brought up a series of question marks, so I asked a friend in the military to inquire about it, and then learned the exact identity of the deceased, but the Army said that he had retired long ago and DCIS (Defense Criminal Investigation Service) had no idea This, so I think the FBI might be interested."

"Calvin Franz, Army Sergeant, was once a member of the 110th Special Investigation Team of the Army Military Police." Jack's expression changed drastically.

Stella asked curiously, "Do you know him?"

Jack shook his head, "I haven't heard of this Franz, but as far as I know, the 110th Special Investigation Group of the Military Police has only existed for three years, and their only leader is a big guy who weighs nearly 250 pounds. "