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

Chapter 1265: Inside the Building
"Agent Jack Tawalla, your appearance is really impressive." A tall, thin, blond old man wearing sunglasses approached Jack who jumped off the Harrier II.

"This is just a last resort because we have to save time. Who are you?" Although Jack recognized the other person at a glance, he could only pretend to be confused. After all, this was their first meeting.

The old man took off his sunglasses in a cool manner and stretched out his right hand. "Horatio Cain, in charge of CSI's laboratory in Miami. You can also just call me 'H'."

"I've heard a lot about you." Jack stretched out his hand and shook it, but he was still a little confused, so he made a little joke, "Isn't it a little early for CSI to show up at this time?"

The old man who calls himself "H" has a pair of impressive small eyes when he takes off his sunglasses. He is not handsome, and can even be said to look like an ordinary person. But when he stands there, he has a temperament that is hard to ignore.

"It was David Rossi who contacted me. He said that you didn't have your FBI ID with you. It would be best if you had someone you knew with you when you were in Miami."

As he spoke, he took the initiative to open the door of his red Ford Mustang for Jack, then turned on the intercom in his hand, "Your FBI people are already at the scene. Terrorists have just shot down a BBC news helicopter. There is chaos around the building."

Now was definitely not the time for small talk, so Jack waved to the pilots who were still on the plane as a thank you and farewell, then carried the SR25 given to him by Captain Ray Perry into the car.

In order to avoid attracting the attention of terrorists, the Harrier II that Jack was riding landed in Bay Park not far from the city center, several kilometers away from the occupied building.

Using the walkie-talkie brought by Hor Ruixiu to contact the scene, he had a general understanding of the current situation. Not only the local FBI arrived at the scene, but also the Indian guy Fisher who was in the same "Omega" team as Harry.

When the two men arrived at the scene unimpeded in their red convertible Mustang, Fisher was changing clothes in the temporary operations center. Next to him stood an FBI agent dressed as a news anchor holding a microphone.

When he saw Jack appear, the young Indian man with black curly hair and a tall and thin figure widened his eyes in surprise.

It was clear that the FBI and Harry were in the Florida Keys 160 kilometers away from Miami more than ten minutes ago, but they appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

"Harry will be here soon. Before that, we need to help him understand the situation in the building as much as possible, especially the situation of the hostages." Jack winked at him.

In the current situation, hostages are actually not important. If SWAT was not worried that the other party might detonate a nuclear bomb at any time, they would have rushed in long ago.

But the problem is that the hostage held by the other party is Helen.

Fortunately, Aziz did not expose himself directly. He asked to meet with the TV reporter and seemed to be planning to make a declaration or something, which led to the scene before us.

Carrying a special camera, Fisher and the FBI agent walked into the elevator nervously. Jack looked up at the buildings near the building and asked Horatio beside him, "Are you interested in being my observer?"
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This 21-story building was completed only a few months ago, and the curtain wall glass on the exterior wall has just been installed. The floors above the 18th floor are all undecorated, and almost everything except the load-bearing columns is visible.

“Dark Jihad” occupies the top two floors and the rooftop.

According to He Ruixiu's retelling of the police, a helicopter forcibly landed on the roof of the building, and a group of terrorists rushed out of a van downstairs at the same time and drove away the construction workers who were carrying out renovation work in the building.

"The distance between both sides is at least 600 yards (550 meters), so you are a professional sniper?" He Ruixiu put down the telescope in his hand and watched Jack checking the gun in his hand with interest.

At this time, the two were in another building located to the east of the occupied building. This building was taller, nearly 30 stories high.

After Jack and He Ruixiu got out of the elevator, they kicked the doors all the way to find an office with a suitable location. Then the two of them worked together to push a luxurious desk under the window.

"I guess so, but that's not my main job." While answering He Ruixiu's question, he casually pulled out a few thick law books from the bookshelf in his office and made a shooting position for himself on the table.

"A behavioral analyst who's also good at shooting? What a rare combination of professions."

The old man put down the binoculars and looked back at Jack, who was lying on the desk with his gun on. He pointed to the building opposite and said, "I found the nuclear bomb. The hostage is sitting next to it. It's on the twenty-first floor, between the fifth and sixth pillars from left to right."

"I heard that you were a police bomb disposal expert before becoming a forensic analyst. This combination doesn't seem to be common."

Jack also said that he was no stranger to this person. As early as when Mike Taylor was the director of CSI's New York laboratory, he had talked to him more than once about CSI's laboratories in other regions, and Miami was probably the one mentioned most often.

Therefore, although he and Horatio had never met, they could be considered to have been spiritual friends for a long time. Firstly, he quite liked this spin-off series in his previous life, and secondly, Mike Taylor really respected this colleague who was far away in Miami.

Following Horatio's instructions, Jack quickly found the nuclear warhead in the sight, Helen, who looked grim and fidgeted, and Aziz, who was busy at the controller with his head down.

It was obvious that the nuclear bomb had not been activated yet. Jack thought to himself that he had miscalculated and should have attacked directly.

Of course, he was just thinking so. Aziz had just met him last night, and the two would fight to the death as soon as they met. At this time, there were at least more than a dozen terrorists upstairs.

Jack wanted to recreate the killing spree he had done in South Korea, but now he was alone and he was not sure he could protect Helen while killing all the terrorists.

"What are you going to do? Kill the terrorist leader directly?" He Ruixiu naturally had no idea what was going on in someone's mind, and asked with some curiosity.

"You think too highly of me." Jack shook his head and smiled bitterly. "The curtain wall glass will cause bullets to deflect. Let's take a look at the situation first. Have you noticed the key on the neck of the terrorist leader Aziz?"

Horishu picked up the telescope and observed it for a while before nodding, "Does he need to use that key to activate the nuclear bomb?"

"Yes, from the time the key is inserted to the time the nuclear bomb is activated, it will take at least three or four minutes for the timing operation. Unless he intends to activate the nuclear bomb immediately, I will not take action first."

At least they had to wait for Fisher, who pretended to be a photographer, to explore the way first, and for Harry, who was unfamiliar with the performance of the aircraft and could only travel at a low speed, to arrive.

At this moment, a burst of gunfire suddenly came from the 20th floor of the building opposite, which was occupied by terrorists.

A captain of the FBI-SWAT team shouted loudly with a loud speaker downstairs, "Cease fire! Damn it, stop fire! The cameramen and reporters you asked for are here!"

A terrorist put away his gun and looked down from the stairwell of the safe passage. Sure enough, he saw a white man in a suit with a meticulously combed hair appearing in the stairwell with his hands raised and a nervous look on his face.

Behind him was an Indian guy who looked very weak, carrying a huge camera.

"You two can come up!" he replied loudly, waving to his accomplices to stay here, and he took two steps at a time to reach the 21st floor.

Aziz had just connected the controller to the nuclear bomb and had just taken the key from his neck and inserted it when he saw his men rushing upstairs shouting, "The cameramen and reporters are here." "Check them carefully downstairs and send them up." Aziz walked quickly towards the safety stairs, not paying any attention to Helen, who was sitting next to him with a pale face and trembling lips.

After a thorough body search, the FBI agent disguised as a reporter and Fisher carrying a camera were pushed and shoved by several terrorists to the 21st floor.

No one knew that Jack in the building next door was letting go of his phone from the trigger and heaved a sigh of relief. He was just about to shoot if Aziz's subsequent operation had not been suddenly interrupted.

"Jack, are you there?" Harry called over the intercom.

"Yes, I'm in the building east of the target. There are about twelve people on the 20th floor. They are blocking the SWAT officers. Helen and Aziz are on the top floor of the 21st floor. Uh. Wait a minute."

In Jack's sight, Helen was seen tiptoeing to the controller connected to the nuclear warhead, pulling out the key from it, putting it in her chest, and then quietly returning to her original position.

The terrorists on this floor were either concentrating on waiting for reporters at the safe passage, or standing behind the glass curtain wall and whispering to each other while facing the street below where sirens were blaring.

At a distant intersection, several fire trucks had just put out the fire caused by the crashed helicopter and were trying to search for survivors around the wreckage.

"Harry, you'd better hurry up. Helen stole the activation key of the nuclear warhead." Jack's tone was quite difficult to describe.

It can only be said that birds of a feather flock together. It is obvious that Jessie's personality is not just inherited from her father.

It was obvious from Harry's voice that he was also stunned for a moment, "Tell me the coordinates, I'll be there soon."

He Ruixiu searched for the latitude and longitude on Google Maps and reported it to the other side. Although there was not much expression on the face of this over-aged uncle, Jack could still feel from his bright eyes that he was full of anticipation for what might happen next.

Just another person who likes to watch the fun and make trouble.

In the building opposite, Aziz was speaking to the camera, declaring, "'Dark Jihad' has now proven its strength, now it's time for you to respond.

Immediately evacuate all military bases in the Middle East and release the prisoners in Guantanamo. Don't force us to raze this place to the ground, and don't even think of resolving the issue through other means. Everyone here is determined to die!
As soon as I turn this key, the countdown will begin."

He turned and pointed at the controller connected to the nuclear warhead, and Fisher cooperated by turning the camera there.

".When the time comes, two million people will be buried with us. This is absolutely nothing."

The "reporter" whose microphone was snatched away from him raised his hand stupidly and asked, "Excuse me, what is the key?"

"Of course it's the key that's inserted in it." Aziz turned around again and his eyes almost popped out when he saw the empty console.

"Who took the keys?" He threw the microphone back to the "reporter" and asked sternly.

The terrorists around looked at each other, and no one said a word.

Helen, feeling guilty, tried to remain calm, secretly took off her high heels, and carefully moved towards the open security door.

Aziz was no fool. He looked around and immediately locked onto Helen. "It's her! Kill her!"

A terrorist raised his gun and fired. The bullets hit the thick metal fire door with a clang, and Helen's figure disappeared in the stairwell.

"Catch up with her!" Without bothering to scold his teammates, Aziz picked up the AKM at hand and chased after her.

Several men followed their boss into the stairwell and rushed up the stairs to the rooftop. Fisher, who had been carrying a camera on his shoulder, had beads of sweat on his forehead. He exchanged glances with the FBI agent disguised as a reporter, and slowly opened the secret compartment with his right hand.

"boom!"

A 7.62×51mm competition bullet made a small round hole in the glass curtain wall, and then pierced the temple of the terrorist closest to Fisher.

Fisher threw away the camera on his left shoulder, and with a Glock 19 in his hand, he fired several shots and killed the remaining two terrorists.

"God bless you." The Indian man made the sign of the cross on his chest and took a long breath.

The FBI agent who was lying on the ground when the gunshot rang out got up quickly, picked up an AKM, squatted behind the security door, and watched the stairs.

Fisher fished out another intercom from the camera compartment on the ground and asked in a trembling voice, "Agent Tawalla, did you do this? Floor 21 has been cleared."

Jack had already entered the elevator with SR25 in his arms. "Yes, you just need to guard the 21st floor. Harry said he will take care of the th floor."

As he spoke, Horatio had already pressed the elevator button to the top floor.

"Ah?" Although a hundred thousand questions popped up in his mind again, Fisher knew that he had to obey orders at this time.
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At this time, Aziz was confused by a pile of scaffolding that had not yet been dismantled. "Where are the people? Where are they hiding?"

The three men following behind him looked aggressive, but in fact their eyes were almost full of mosquito coils.

Aziz really doesn't have many capable subordinates now. The few who are smart and good at fighting were almost all captured by Jack and Harry on the island before.

Among the current few people, except for a helicopter pilot, the only advantage they have is the trait of fanatics.

"You two, follow him to the helicopter." Aziz waved at his men who were following him foolishly, then bent down and crawled into the scaffolding.

"Damn it!" Jack ran to the roof and just lay down to set up his gun when Aziz's shiny forehead disappeared in the sight.

He Ruixiu, who was following behind him, was not paying attention to the rooftop of the opposite building at all. Instead, he looked at the Harrier II slowly hovering in the air and exclaimed, "Wow! What does he want to do?"

(End of this chapter)