Chapter 1134 Father and daughter meet
If Hollywood movies want to show what a tough guy is like with a soft heart, in addition to pairing the protagonist with a sexy girl with flaming red lips, they can also give him a daughter-slave setting.
It seems very strange that an old man who has been imprisoned in a secret prison for nearly 30 years has a 25-year-old daughter.
Well, the question is that Mason has escaped from prison twice, and this daughter happened to be the result of his first encounter with an American woman he met in a bar in the short period of one month between his escape from Alcatraz Prison and his recapture.
Although Jack already knew the whole story, he still couldn't complain about this bloody setting.
But he had a question that he wanted to get answered, "Sir, since the FBI knew he had a daughter, have you never thought of using her to do something? For example, blackmailing Mason to hand over the films."
He was answered by Director Womack with a righteous face, "The FBI is no longer the style of the Hoover era."
Seeing Jack responding to him with a half-smile, he sighed slightly, "OK, it's David Rossi, he strongly opposed me doing this at the beginning."
"Now it seems that this is an extremely correct decision, isn't it, sir?" Jack breathed a sigh of relief. Rossi is still the kind old man he is familiar with.
At this time, a piercing loud noise came from next door. The two people who were talking turned back at the same time and were shocked to find that a spider web-like crack appeared on the one-way glass between the two rooms.
Just now, in order to show sincerity when Jack left, he did not handcuff Mason again. At this time, the old man was flexing his muscles and struggling to lift the steel chair he was sitting on and smash it against the one-way glass.
Jack subconsciously protected his own chief behind him, took out his pistol and pointed it at the interrogation room.
"Don't shoot! Jack! Don't shoot!" Chief Womack, who was hiding behind Jack, reminded him loudly.
Of course, Jack couldn't shoot, but he had to make the necessary gesture, otherwise, when the chief came to his senses, he would be in trouble.
The loud noise sounded again, and the tempered glass cracked into fine lines. Mason threw down the steel chair that was as heavy as his own weight, swung his arm and hit the glass that was already vulnerable with an elbow, and immediately the debris flew across and broke a big hole.
The alarm sounded, and Chief Womack looked at Mason with his hair and beard standing up, speechless for a while.
"Womack! I knew it was you, you piece of shit!" Mason's expression was ferocious, and he looked like he was going to kill someone.
At this time, the door of the interrogation room was opened, and two guards with police weapons and the agent who had been guarding the door rushed in.
The old man immediately raised his hands and squatted with his head in his hands, which was so skillful that it made people feel distressed.
"Two hours, Jack, remember you only have two hours." Director Womack, who felt a little embarrassed, left in a rage, and did not forget to remind him before leaving.
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The Fremont Hotel is a very famous hotel brand, such as the Peace Hotel in Seres Magic City, which is almost a household name.
The history of this Fremont Hotel located in Nob Hill in downtown San Francisco can be traced back to 1907. The United Nations Charter was signed in the opera house of this hotel.
The wealthy FBI booked the entire top floor. Anyway, it was noon time and it only took two hours, so it would not delay the check-in of those celebrities.
Nearly a hundred FBI agents blocked the entire top floor as if they were facing a great enemy. However, when Jack appeared downstairs with a beautiful girl in the hotel, he saw the FBI director hanging on the balcony on the top floor with one hand by a shower curtain rope.
Jack subconsciously looked at the time. Tsk, it was only an hour since he left.
The FBI agents upstairs were busy trying to save their boss. Jack looked up and saw that the top balcony was about seven or eight stories above the ground. The people up there didn't seem to notice him, so there was no need to rush up to show his loyalty.
The hotel entrance was a three-meter-high classical arch, with three marble columns on each side. The entrance was bustling and lively, and the parking boy in a red uniform was busy.
Amid the screams of the crowd at the door, Mr. Mason, who had his hair cut and shaved and was wearing a high-end suit, stumbled out and was about to rush to a Hummer on the side of the road with his head down, but was stopped by Jack.
"Mason, I think the person you want to see is here."
Mason turned around in surprise, his eyes first fell on Jack, then moved along his arm to the face of the brown-haired girl he was hugging, "Jade?"
His face changed immediately, and he strode forward angrily, roaring at Jack, "Get your dirty hands off my daughter, you bastard FBI boy!"
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The Palace of Fine Arts is a famous attraction in San Francisco, not far from the Golden Gate Bridge.
Although there is a "Palace" in the name, it is actually just a large pavilion with a dome style, surrounded by many red columns and stone walls, and is a building in the style of Roman ruins with ventilation on all sides.
However, today, the hall built for the 1914 Panama-Pacific International Exposition is considered a century-old historical building, with beautiful scenery around it, and it is a good location for wedding photos.
There is a flower bed and several stone chairs in the middle of the Palace of Fine Arts. Jack made a gentlemanly gesture to the father and daughter who had been silent all the way, and then walked aside.
"The last time I saw your photo, you were only ten years old." After sitting down for a long time, Mason finally said.
Compared to the old father who had never been masked before, the girl Jade Angelo was in a slightly calmer mood. After all, Jack had already told her the purpose of her trip when he came to pick her up.
"I can recognize you. After my mother passed away, I dug out your photo from her belongings. You haven't changed much."
"Ah, what...me..." Mason's throat rolled up and down for a long time, as if he had thousands of words to say but he didn't know where to start.
Finally, Jade Angelo took the initiative to stir up the topic, "I know you have been in prison for so many years, but the FBI, he told me that you are not a bad person, just a patriot.
I don't know what this really means, but I want to believe it. "
Mason subconsciously looked at the FBI guy not far away who was facing away from the two of them, his eyes slightly surprised.
After sitting down and standing up, standing up and sitting down again, Mason finally calmed down, "Jade, I have been imagining it over and over again, trying to practice what to say when I see you.
But after we met, I didn’t know where to start because there were so many things I wanted to tell you.
About me and your mother, about why I couldn't be with you, about... everything. "