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

Chapter 1250 Interrogation
Gibson, who came up to respond, was hit hard in the vitals by a classic move of women's self-defense. Then Harry, who tried to control Helen, was bitten hard.

It took a lot of effort to subdue the screaming Helen. Harry, who was tied up, finally got up and lifted her up and threw her into the van.

"Catch her, she's yours now, please don't kill me."

Jack, who was annoyed by the noise, hit Simon's neck with a knife, who kept shouting, and then he shut up.

It was not until the door was closed and the van was on the road that the unfortunate Gibson covered his crotch and cursed loudly, "Damn it, it hurts so much, you bastard Harry."
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Helen had her hood taken off and was pushed forcefully into the dark room. She staggered two steps before she could barely stand. When she heard the door closing behind her, she subconsciously turned around to pull the door handle, only to find that it was completely locked.

Just when she was feeling anxious, the dazzling lights came on and Helen found herself in an empty room of only thirty or forty square meters.

The room has no ceiling, but instead has checkered sound-absorbing tiles. The walls are all made of gray rubber panels, and the floor is made of a similar material with a slight elasticity.

Helen, who had lost one of her high-heeled shoes during the struggle, walked to the center of the room with one foot deep and one foot shallow. There was a round bar stool without a backrest, which was the only decoration in the room.

She looked at the glass wall facing her in panic, and saw her own miserable reflection on it.

At the same time, on the other side of the one-way mirror that was only separated from Helen by a wall, Jack was also curiously looking at the pile of equipment in front of him, "These antiques are older than me, right?"

A big-ass monitor, a tape recorder, several cameras that still use analog signals, and a super old infrared spectrometer, which seems to be used to analyze the facial temperature of the person being interrogated.

Gibson threw the ice pack he was using to cover his eggs onto the table in a bad mood and turned off the blurry monitor. "This place has been abandoned for almost 20 years. It took Fisher and I a whole day to clean it up."

He glared at Harry who was acting nonchalantly, "Borrowing a Little Bird helicopter is already the limit. I can't really use the resources of the bureau just to help someone deal with his wife, right?"

Jack was really curious, "How much evidence does he have on you?"

He could fully empathize with Gibson. After all, his phone was still on a call and someone was eavesdropping on the conversation on the other end of the line.

Harry coughed lightly, moved the microphone in front of himself, signaled the two people to shut up, and pressed the speak button.

"Sit down!" The synchronized electronic voice seemed to come from all directions, startling Helen who was trying to see something through the one-way glass.

"I asked you to sit down."

The strange sound was repeated once more, and Helen then hurriedly sat down on the round bar stool in the middle of the room.

"Who do you work for?"

"Uh, Stern, Kessler, and Krupnik." Helen stretched out her hand to block the glaring light and answered tremblingly, "I'm just an ordinary clerk in a partnership law firm."

Harry sneered, "Really? Mrs. Tasker, what are you doing with the international terrorist Simon Carlos? How long have you been a member of his organization?" Helen was almost scared to death by the amount of information revealed in this sentence. She stammered and tried to clarify, "I don't know what organization. I've only known Simon for a few weeks. What Carlos? Did you say his last name is Carlos? I know almost nothing about him."

Before Harry could speak, a partner who was looking for trouble approached the microphone and said, "But when we went in just now, the intimacy you two displayed didn't seem like you just met."

Harry glared at his partner, wanting to punch him, and skipped the topic directly, "How did you two meet?"

Before, he was just blinded by anger, but now he only needs to think back and he will know that both of them were dressed intact when they broke into the house, and that ambiguous posture was simply the instinctive reaction of the two after being frightened.

After Helen's story, what happened was almost exactly what they had previously speculated.

Even though Simon is only in his 30s, he is a lover of thieves with a taste for both raw and cold food, and he specifically targets housewives whose lives are as dull as water.

At lunch time a few weeks ago, in the same Chinese restaurant, Simon pretended to be chased and forced a "spy" briefcase on Helen for safekeeping, claiming that it was related to national security, and then disappeared without a trace.

Helen, who had never encountered such a routine, struggled for an entire afternoon after returning to the office. She secretly used a paper clip to open the suitcase, and then found a stack of banknotes from various countries, several passports, several unexplained documents, a map of Europe and a pistol inside.

Terrified, Helen didn't even think to check the gun's authenticity, so she closed the box and hid it under her desk.

After that, just like Jack disguised himself as a car buyer and got the secrets of picking up girls from Simon, after making Helen half-believing and half-doubtingly accept his identity as a spy, Simon began to perform all kinds of secret tricks.

Such as teaching various anti-tracking techniques, informing Helen to take out an envelope covered with various strange symbols from the safe deposit box at the station, or arranging for her to sneak into a banquet and dressing up as a waiter to pass some gadgets to her.
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"My mother was actually fooled by such a stupid trick?" Jessie just found it unbelievable.

"It's just like telecom fraud, there will always be people who fall for it, but to be honest, this guy is a self-taught genius in some areas of psychology."

Jack shrugged and drove the Audi R8 onto an abandoned dam. After circling around to make sure there was no one around, he pulled over to the side of the dam and parked next to the guardrail on top of the dam.

He took out a small box from his pocket and stuffed the silicone block into his mouth. He complained incoherently, "It's really troublesome. Your dad actually left that trouble to me to deal with."

After his chin and mustache turned into a square one again, Jack opened the trunk of the car and took out Simon, who was stripped down to shorts and a vest.

The handcuffs and noise-proofing earmuffs were removed, but the hood was still on. Jack pushed him all the way to the edge of the dam, which was several dozen meters above the ground.

Jessie followed them, putting on a mask and a bulletproof vest. She inserted Jack's pistol and posed a few times. She looked in the rearview mirror for a long time and felt that she seemed to have the temperament of an elite agent. Then she jumped up and followed them.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Don't let go! Don't let go!" Simon, whose hood was taken off, only looked down and was almost frightened to death by the drop of dozens of meters.

(End of this chapter)