Chapter 1133 Negotiations with Mason
Through the thick one-way glass, Director Womack did not try to hide the disgust on his face.
This made Jack curious about how much psychological trauma John Mason in the interrogation room next door had brought to the director.
Jim Womack held a few thin A4 papers in his hands, and his hand trembled so severely that the papers made a slight crisp sound.
"Sir?" Jack looked at his director in confusion. It had been almost ten minutes since Mason was sent to the interrogation room, and now every second counted.
The FBI was currently setting up a joint command center at Pier 39 opposite Alcatraz Island, and General Hammer did not give him enough time.
It had to be said that this experienced soldier had chosen an excellent location. Unless the military was not afraid of leaking the news and directly sent warships to surround the island, or lined up the air defense positions along the coastline, there was no possibility of intercepting those VX missiles.
The key is that this type of missile does not worry about the terminal interception of the close-in weapon system. The best way to spread VX is air explosion. After breaking through the short distance of a few kilometers at sea, it is no longer meaningful to intercept or not.
"These are the full pardon documents signed by the Attorney General. I give them to you, Jack. We just need to know how he escaped from Alcatraz Island and tell us those routes."
Jack subconsciously took the document and was a little confused. "Sir, I can see that you have dealt with him more than once. Why don't you talk to him in person?"
"No, whether it's me or David, meeting him will only make things very bad." Jim Womack looked like he couldn't bear to look back on the past.
"OK, then I need to confirm that I really got full authorization?"
After getting a positive answer, Jack rolled his eyes silently in his heart, flicked the documents in his hand and turned to go out. If he had known this was the way to do it, he could have done it on the way.
After turning right, he stood at the door of the interrogation room and made a few phone calls. After making some arrangements, he nodded to the two agents guarding the door.
Jack walked into the interrogation room, forced a smile at the old man who was looking at him gloomily, and showed the handcuff key in his hand.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, but it took some time to prepare these documents."
"I've been waiting for thirty years, and I don't care to wait any longer." John Mason took the documents from Jack's hand, roughly scanned them, and tore them into pieces.
Jack was not surprised, and even had a sense of public morality to collect the pieces of paper and put them in his pocket, and then used the key to open the handcuffs on the other party's hands.
"I forgot to introduce myself before, Agent Jack Tavoler, you can call me Jack."
"Okay, Jack, now you can tell me what's going on, right?" John Mason stroked his wrist impatiently, "I strongly suggest that you send me back, it will be better for everyone."
"There are 81 hostages being held in that place you are familiar with, and we need your help now." Jack said.
"You mean Alcatraz? It's now a tourist attraction?" John Mason was a little bit unbelievable.
"Things have changed, right?" Jack shrugged. "The situation is extremely urgent now. I will explain the details to you later.
In short, what we are facing now is a trolley problem. On one track are the lives of 81 hostages, and on the other track are the lives of 7.8 million citizens who are also threatened.
No one likes to do this kind of multiple-choice question, and you are the key to let us avoid doing this multiple-choice question. You know Alcatraz very well and have successfully escaped from there."
Mason's old face was hidden behind his messy white long hair, making it difficult to see his expression. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, stretched out his hand to lift the long hair in front of his forehead, and showed Jack a strange smile.
"This is not a routine that works for your FBI. Your style reminds me of an old Italian bastard who is proficient in psychology."
No wonder not only Director Jim Womack was unwilling to come in and talk in person, but even Rossi simply slipped away on the pretext of going to the Joint Command Center. It turns out that these old guys are quite close.
Jack remembered that Mason was arrested for secretly photographing the FBI's secret files during the Hoover era. So the strange argument between Jim Womack and Rossi is understandable.
Edgar Hoover, who has been in charge of the FBI for half a century, is still cursed by countless people or regarded as an idol in their hearts today, but what people talk about more are the secret materials he collected privately.
What about the bathing photos of a certain president's wife, the "blockbuster" of Kennedy and Monroe, the truth about the assassination of Kennedy, and whether there are really aliens in Roswell, etc.
Even now, these are still big secrets that can make people's eyes explode.
Although due to the confusion of the timeline, Hoover had already died when Mason did these things in this world, and it is unknown how he broke through the FBI's layers of security to find these materials.
But as Rossi said, in this era, those once influential figures have long passed away, various conspiracy theories have emerged one after another, and some secrets have long been hyped up.
Not to mention that Mason only has some microfilms in his hands, even if the originals are decrypted and made public, it is hard to say whether the sensational public opinion can last for a week, at least Jack thinks so.
"I know you don't have any good impression of the FBI, and I don't expect you to have much trust in a young agent like me, but you can put forward your conditions first instead of rushing back to prison."
Jack looked seriously into the old man's eyes and said, trying hard to express his sincerity.
"OK, take me to a suite at the Fremont Hotel. I want to take a hot bath, shave, and get me a more comfortable suit." Mason agreed very readily.
"As you wish, sir." Jack looked at the time, "But we only have two hours, and then we have to go on a mission. If you have other needs, you can put them forward."
"Then give me another haircut." Mason shook his "flowing" long hair.
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"He just agreed?" When Jack returned to the listening room next door, Director Womack's face was filled with disbelief.
Jack shook his head and laughed, "No, sir, he didn't agree, it was just a trick. Didn't you see that he tore up the pardon document? He never thought that he had been secretly imprisoned for so many years because of his guilt. "
"Then what are you going to do?" The director looked puzzled at the young man in front of him who still looked confident.
"He wants to take care of himself and wear a suit because he has someone he wants to see. Am I right?" Jack looked at his director with a smile.