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

Chapter 1247 Confession
When Jessie heard the doorbell and opened the door, she was surprised and happy to see Jack. However, when she realized that the person he was supporting was her father, she couldn't help but look dazed for a moment.

"This is what you are."

"This matter may be a little complicated to explain. Can I take him into the house first?" Although Jack is a melon lover, it does not mean that he is willing to meddle in other people's family affairs.

Whether it was that Harry hid his real occupation from his family, or that his wife couldn't stand the loneliness, it was just like one who drinks the water, only he knows whether it is hot or cold, and it was not something he, an outsider, could comment on.

At this time, Harry's wife Helen also heard the noise and came to the hallway. Although she wore rustic tortoise-shell glasses and had the same old-fashioned curly hair, she was obviously of good quality since she gave birth to a beauty like Jessie.

"Oh my God, dear, how come you are so drunk?" Helen looked very surprised and tried to take her husband, but Jack stopped her.

"I'll do it, Mrs. Tusk."

Although Harry is not at his peak when his original "Arnold" played the "Terminator" in the 80s, his weight should not be less than 220 pounds (100 kilograms).

Jack seemed to be doing it very easily, that was because his physical fitness in all aspects had already reached the limit of the human body. Not to mention holding Harry steady, even picking him up like a princess was a piece of cake.

Helen obviously knew her own business and did not insist. Instead, she turned into the house and tidied up the cushions on the sofa in the living room, and asked Jack to put Harry on the sofa.

"Are you Harry's new colleague? Where is Gibson?" Helen hurriedly poured water for her husband, and did not forget to ask Jack.

"Well, I guess so." Jack glanced at Jessie, who was hesitant to speak, indicating that he could talk later if he had any questions. "Gipson is outside in the car. He is also drunk. I have to take him home."

As he said this, he glanced at Harry, who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed. Unlike an FBI agent, as an operational agent, he must have received drug tolerance training. Even if he had drunk too much before, he should have regained consciousness by now.

Not knowing what he was up to, but obviously having nothing to do with him, Jack nodded slightly to the two ladies from the Tasker family and left. Jessie hurriedly chased after him.

"What the hell is going on? Why are you with my dad?"

Jack was a little confused and didn't know how to explain it when he heard a vomiting sound coming from the side of the car. It turned out that Gibson had gotten out of the car at some point and was hugging a roadside tree to empty his stomach.

The two subconsciously kept a distance from him, but heard the middle-aged fat man hugging the tree and mumbling, "Harry, Harry, believe me, this is a woman, it's hard to get along with them but we can't kill them.

I'd say you should learn from me and focus on your work, man.
I do this every time I get hurt by a woman. I focus my energy on work and the wound will slowly scab over. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I might as well find a way to catch those terrorists and beat them up.

The sense of accomplishment will heal you then. Compared to maintaining national security, your wife's cheating is nothing to mention."

He was still mumbling, and Jack was about to hold his forehead. Where was the professional agent he was supposed to be? This is what he did after drinking too much?
"Jack, I suppose you have a lot to explain to me?"

Instead of the expected anger and questioning, Jessie just crossed her arms and looked at Jack calmly. The latter rubbed his temples hard and felt a terrible headache.
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The next day, in the conference room at the Omega headquarters.

"The FBI is currently monitoring all communications with Juno Skinner's clients.

DHS has also notified ATF and other departments to closely monitor the remaining members and contacts of Dark Jihad in the country, and is sorting out the recent black market transactions of dangerous chemicals and explosives. "After Jack finished talking about the latest developments, he saw that the two people in front of him looked absent-minded.

Gibson was obviously still hungover, his eyes were still a little staring, while Harry was completely out of his mind, his mind wandering.

Seeing that neither of them was obviously listening, Jack just started talking nonsense in a serious manner.

"I have informed the military to be prepared. Once the coordinates of Dark Jihad are determined, the Minuteman-3 intercontinental ballistic missile will be launched immediately to launch a saturation nuclear strike on the target area. Do you have anything else to add?"

"Very good, let's do it." Harry absent-mindedly put away the report on the table and didn't hear Jack's nonsense at all.

Gibson suddenly woke up, "Ah? What do you mean by saturation nuclear strike?"

"Could you please be more professional? We are dealing with extremely dangerous terrorists." Jack resisted the urge to roll his eyes and knocked on the table.

"Monitor." Harry, who had always been immersed in his own world, repeated the word twice, and his eyes lit up. "Yes, monitor. Help me monitor Helen's phone calls, including her office landline and my home phone, all of them."

"Okay. No, Harry!" Gibson woke up as if from a dream. He quickly looked at the door of the conference room and breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure that it was closed.

"Are you crazy? This is illegal wiretapping."

"Come on, don't we do this every day? Just put these numbers in and no one will notice." Harry glared at Gibson, and he stopped talking immediately.

"So. What should we do now?" Jack is no longer just having a headache. He also has an appointment with Jess at noon today.

"I'm sorry, this matter has nothing to do with you, Jack. I hope you can keep it a secret. Just think of it as another favor I owe you. As for what happened between you and Jessie, I won't..."

Jack raised his hand to interrupt Harry before he finished speaking, "Shut up. Let me reiterate again, the relationship between Jessie and I is not what you think. Uh. We are... I mean."

Someone couldn't help but stutter as he spoke. He also felt a little insecure. After all, he should be grateful to his wife and not be responsible for sleeping with her daughter.
Scratching his head in annoyance, Jack finally leaned back in his chair in frustration, "Forget it, I mean catching you cheating on me about your wife, count me in.

But you have to promise me one thing. Eavesdropping is the limit. Whatever you plan to do, I can help you, but this matter is limited to the three of us. "

"Maybe your daughter should be included." He added silently in his heart.
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"My father is a spy? He has been hiding his true identity this whole time? He also realized that my mother might be cheating on her?" Jessie covered her mouth, and for a moment she couldn't figure out which thing had a greater impact on her.

Seeing the girl's eyes gradually becoming red, Jack didn't know how to comfort her and could only explain dryly.

"Anyway, that's pretty much it. Harry is an agent. I'm not in a position to reveal the details, but he did sacrifice a lot to safeguard national security over the years."

(End of this chapter)