American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1229 In Chicago
Cooper seemed not to notice his boss's ugly expression, as if he had eaten shit, and continued to speak, "Someone is behind all this, it's not that simple, but the most urgent thing is to prevent Frank's plan from succeeding.

He told me a lot of nonsense on the phone, about arms dealers colluding with politicians, purging and silencing people, and finally said he would put an end to it all by killing Congressman Bracken. "

Cynthia's face turned blue and white several times before she managed to maintain her expression. Although she still had a stern face, her tone was no longer as aggressive as usual.

"It is the Secret Service's job to protect the presidential and vice presidential candidates, but strictly speaking, Senator Bracken has not yet been formally nominated. His current status is still just a senator."

Senators are generally not protected by the Secret Service unless specifically designated by presidential order, such as due to fear of political retaliation.

Typically, only presidential and vice presidential candidates confirmed within 120 days before an election, as well as their children, spouses, and families, are included in the Secret Service's protection responsibilities.

Fortunately, there is such a rule, otherwise, if Jack really had to help Frank kidnap Bracken under the nose of the Secret Service, he would be in a very difficult position. After all, Joey, the elder brother of the big guy Jack Reacher, is now the deputy director of the Secret Service.

"Whether the Secret Service is involved or not, the senator's security team can't stop someone like Frank. Can you find a way to insert me in?" Cooper asked.

"Of course no problem." Cynthia nodded in agreement and asked tentatively, "What are you going to do?"

Cooper smiled mysteriously, opened the folder in his hand, and took out one of the copies, which contained Cassel's information.

"I found out through some connections that Frank actually has a secret illegitimate child. Coincidentally, this person is a writer, but in the past two years he has been entangled with a female NYPD detective in the name of gaining inspiration. This female detective seems to have some unknown grudge with Councilman Bracken.

What’s even more coincidental is that this writer just spent $5000 yesterday to get a ticket to the Brecon fundraising dinner.”

Cynthia tried hard to hide the surprise in her eyes, and praised with a fake smile, "Wow, Cooper, it seems that I have to apologize to you for what I said before, you are still so outstanding.

So, what are you going to do with this writer?"

"Catch him on the spot, keep him under strict surveillance, and cut off his contact with everyone. Regardless of whether Frank will show up or not, he will become our most important bargaining chip to lure out this dangerous individual."

While speaking the lines according to the script agreed upon last night, Cooper had been secretly observing Cynthia's expression, sneering in his heart. He didn't believe 100% of the information Jack told him, but he believed it at least 80% or 90%.

While the CIA was still scheming, Jack and others had already arrived in Chicago.

Jack rented a Ford F150 using a fake identity and followed Frank's instructions to a warehouse rental company.

Some retired agents look down on the arsenal of the Most Wanted Squad, complaining that the weapons in it are either too new and difficult to use, or too weak and not very useful.

After opening the rolling door of the warehouse, Frank cheerfully gestured for Jack to come in. Anna, who came with Jack, opened her beautiful eyes and then gently patted Jack's shoulder.

"I've long said we should have some of these munitions in our safe house as well."

These rental warehouses with uniform specifications are all about the same size, about five or six square meters, and are filled with all kinds of weapons and ammunition, making it difficult to even turn around. Jack shifted his gaze from the smoke bombs and stun grenades on the small table in the middle to the various guns hanging on the wall and couldn't help curling his lips, "Some of the things here may only be available at the World War II Military Museum."

Before Frank could retort, Marvin had already pushed his way through the crowd and walked into the warehouse. He reached out and took a submachine gun from the rack on the wall and fired it.

"'Swedish K', this baby is really exciting."

This is an M45 submachine gun produced by the Swedish Carl Gustav Rifle Factory. It was copied in large quantities by the US military during the Vietnam War and was therefore named "Swedish K".

As a submachine gun manufactured by the neutral country Sweden at the end of World War II, the "Swedish K" is considered the culmination of all types of submachine guns in World War II.

Although its appearance looks very similar to the famous junk Sten submachine gun, the "Swedish K" has the advantages of the latter such as simple structure and easy manufacturing, and its overall performance is also quite good.

In addition to this grandfather-level antique, Jack also saw the AUG assault rifle that Frank used in Paris, the Mossberg 590 shotgun, and the FN/FAL automatic rifle produced in Belgium.

These are all old guys from the grandfather generation, or at least the uncle generation.

Not only did the production period of these weapons and equipment in the warehouse last from the end of World War II to the end of the Cold War, but most of them were made in various countries, which was in line with Frank's identity as an agent.

Some big guns hanging on the wall on the other side also made Jack understand why Frank looked down on his own arsenal. They were the AT4 rocket launcher, SMAW rocket launcher and Browning M2HB heavy machine gun.

Some weapons are like Frank's "R.E.D.", which may look old, but are still deadly.

The Browning M2 heavy machine gun, commonly known as "Laoganma", has been in service with the US military since 1921. Since then, countless derivative models have been born, and it is still a "magic weapon" that is active on battlefields around the world.

Marvin picked up a large bundle of C4 as if he was going to a supermarket to do some shopping, which made Jack's eyelids twitch.

"I love you so much, Frank. I think the Senator will definitely like this." The crazy old man patted Frank's shoulder a few times, and then stretched out his hand to call Jack and Anna to help quickly.
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"I don't recommend that you just kill Bracken. That would cause a big backlash within the Donkey Party. In any case, he has been recognized as the Donkey Party's next presidential candidate, even though he hasn't been officially nominated yet."

Although the content of the conversation was not so harmonious, Zoe's voice on the phone was still so gentle and calm.

Jack, who was talking to her at this moment, was wearing a cheap white shirt and black suit, and driving a Rolls-Royce Phantom that matched his outfit very well on the streets of Chicago. The reason for this description was that he was acting as a professional driver at this moment.

"We'll just have to see what happens when the time comes. It's hard to resolve the current situation." Jack glanced at the rearview mirror. At this moment, two beauties in the back seat of the car were putting on makeup.

Zoe sighed. "No matter what, you have to be careful. If your identity is exposed, things will become very troublesome."

(End of this chapter)