Chapter 1060 A bad feeling
Well, actually, this northern Simida named Lin Zheling looks just like that, with a small nose and small eyes. Jack couldn't remember which drama he had seen this original character in in his previous life.
But anyway, this is indeed a familiar face, and the name sounds familiar now, and it seems that someone mentioned it to him.
After recalling for a long time, Jack remembered that he had heard Lin Yuner-crossed out-Jiang Zhentai's sister-in-law Park Minrong mention it before, saying that there was a sweetheart who was blocked because of family and country issues.
When Jack thought of Jiang Zhentai's sad face in those days, he wanted to laugh. In fact, this guy is still quite happy. Although he lives a tight life, at least he has a contented beautiful wife and an interesting sister-in-law.
Of course, the most important thing is that he gave birth to a cute daughter who did not inherit that ugly face at all.
To be honest, although the two Simidas in the north and south are separated by more than half a world, brothers are brothers, and their temperament of "the eldest is the eldest and I am the second" is exactly the same.
When facing a group of FBI, Lin Zheling's attitude reminded Jack of the prosecutor named Jin Junhao who had dealt with him in South Korea. He had a kind of self-pretended arrogance.
Regardless of his identity in the previous life or this life, Jack could look down on the other party with a condescending mentality. He was not angry because of this attitude, but he did not want to take the initiative to talk to the other party.
The two were sent to the federal prison in a businesslike manner. Jack sat in the monitoring room next to the reception room, ready to translate for Jubal who was traveling with him.
The defector named Zhang Mingjun has not said a word since he was imprisoned. Since Lin Zheling insisted on meeting him first to verify his identity, the FBI naturally wanted to hear what they could talk about.
"Are they communicating with their minds?" Jubal moved his butt impatiently. Five minutes passed in a blink of an eye. The two people in the room stared at each other across a table for five minutes, but they never said a word.
Finally, Lin Zheling spoke first, "You betrayed the general and the country and became a drug dealer. When you see your former comrades again, won't you feel ashamed?"
Ah, it's started. As expected of a subordinate of the loan shark general, he is still not done with his kindness.
"Wow, they were colleagues. Jack, do you think Zhang Mingjun will be shot after being escorted back?" After listening to Jack's instant translation, Jubal also started gossiping.
North Simida is a mysterious country for the Americans. Although they are unwilling to admit it, most Americans who know a little history are somewhat resentful about this place.
"Shooting was invented by the British. Although they are still our opponents now, there is no need to underestimate them. Maybe in the eyes of these people, we are still scalping barbarians." Jack told the truth.
If we have to distinguish between the superior and the inferior, as a whole country, the north is at least better than those rubbish in the south. The feudal dynasty is better than the semi-colony, isn't it?
Zhang Mingjun looked much the same as when he was arrested by Jack a few months ago. He had a small mustache on his lips, and his hair was half-long and almost covered his eyes. His temperament was extremely gloomy.
He had a faint mockery on his face. Lin Zheling's words seemed like a joke to him, and even the man himself was a joke.
"I heard that your woman died in front of you? What did you do at that time? To me, this is worthy of shame."
As if he had heard something interesting, Jack sat up straight and waited for the next words.
"What are you talking about? The criminal who killed Colonel Lin's wife has been brought to justice by him." Before Lin Zheling could answer, the middle-aged man who was traveling with him slammed the table.
"Okay, Lieutenant Park, there is no need to explain anything to such a traitor. When he returns to the country, he will be waiting for the just judgment of the people."
Lin Zheling calmly comforted his companions, but from the perspectives of Jack and Jubal, they could see that his hands under the table had been clenched into fists.
After that, the two sides fell into a silent confrontation again. Perhaps guessing that someone next door would be eavesdropping, Lin Zheling did not have the idea of further communication with Zhang Mingjun.
At this time, the door of the prison reception room was unceremoniously opened, and Jon Michaels, the head of the International Department, walked into the room with a sullen face.
"According to the request of your head of delegation, the extradition process will be shortened as much as possible, and your departure time has been advanced to tomorrow morning."
Jack and Jubal, who were sitting next to each other, looked at each other and frowned at the same time.
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"I don't like this kind of action that was planned a week or two in advance, but suddenly changed when the time came. This means that there is something wrong with the plan itself." Clay carried two heavy weapon boxes to the Sabban.
Aubrey also curled his lips and agreed, "In my opinion, this usually means a bad omen."
"Prepare enough equipment and ammunition, bring a few more spare communicators and satellite phones, and prepare some unnumbered firearms." Jack said helplessly.
Although he knew that this mission would not be easy after seeing Lin Zheling's face, the Bombardier was parked in the hangar at Kennedy Airport. He could not refuse this trip to South Korea, so he could only do his best to prepare.
Fortunately, he was going to South Korea this time. If something really happened, he would no longer care about the appearance. He would use heavy firepower when it was necessary.
The modified Bombardier, like the Gulfstream of the BAU team, was converted into a special weapons depot, and Jack planned to fill it up at once.
When he went to Hawaii for vacation before, he helped NCIS, and the Navy also sent a batch of special operations equipment and weapons to the wanted criminals team as a thank you, following the example of the Joint Special Operations Command.
Jubal gave some to the SWAT team under the New York office, but the rest still filled their equipment depot, just in time to store them on the plane.
Alice walked into the underground parking lot with a laptop in her hand and saw several men working hard in sweat. She couldn't help but whistled.
Because they were afraid of getting their clothes dirty with gun oil and the heating was a little high, the men only wore vests to work. Now even Jubal has lost his beer belly because of Jack's training.
The strong muscles and vests made the atmosphere on the scene seem a little anxious.
"Hannah and Jiejie just came back from the airport. The hangar security cameras and other things have been installed. These are the background check materials for the ground mechanic and two pilots.
I have confirmed that they are all government employees who have been employed for more than ten years with clean backgrounds and no problems with their financial situation."
Alice handed a stack of information under the computer to Jack and asked suspiciously, "Is it really necessary to be so cautious? The last time we went to South Korea, we felt that the public security there was quite good."
"Who knows? Their neighbors to the north are quite crazy. Maybe the war will break out as soon as our plane lands." Aubrey is like Jubal, or most Americans have a certain "prejudice" against that closed country.
After all, Hollywood blockbusters usually dare not openly list Dongda as a hostile force for box office considerations, so Beismida became the best scapegoat.
Jack also watched an action movie in his previous life, which tells the story of the Beismida army invading the United States, but was defeated by a few small town youths through guerrilla warfare. It was quite magical.