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

Chapter 1296 Jack's Style

When Reese hugged Jessica and left the bedroom, he felt inexplicably relieved when he met the eyes of Jack and Hannah, who both looked like they were enjoying a good show.

Although the smiles on the faces of the two young men in front of him showed obvious "malice", it was definitely not the kind that the CIA agent was worried about.

"Are you satisfied with this surprise?" Jack winked at them.

Reese's face turned red, but he had no intention of letting Jessica go. Only God knew what he had been through during this period of time.

"We probably have a lot of things to talk about." Reese is not worldly-wise.

In his opinion, although Jack's approach was the most acceptable, there was no such thing as a free lunch, and the FBI must have other intentions.

But what happened next was somewhat beyond his expectations. Jack took the two of them back to the small building at the base and went straight into the kitchen.

When the aroma of vegetable pancakes and eggs wafted into the kitchen, the sound of the electric door rising and a car driving into the underground garage was heard.

Soon, Clay and Aubrey appeared in front of them, escorting a short, middle-aged white man who had difficulty walking. Behind them followed Jiejie, Jubal, and Alice, who seldom went out on field missions.

Alice, who was walking last, nodded to Jack and said something strange, "All monitoring equipment has been physically offline."

The middle-aged man with obvious physical disability looked a little pale. Reese recognized at a glance that this was the wealthy man who called himself "Mr. Finch" last night.

He looked at Jack, who was still busy in the kitchen, with some surprise, and then noticed that this "Mr. Finch"'s expression was a little out of control when he saw Jessica.

"Let's have breakfast first." Jack walked out of the kitchen carrying two large plates of pancakes. Hannah and Jessica also quickly stood up to help.

There were quite a lot of people having breakfast here today, and they were all big eaters. Jack not only made several large pancakes, but also cooked a large pot of millet porridge in advance, and served it with beef fried dumplings. It was a complete and balanced dish of meat and vegetables.

Some people ate with grease dripping from their mouths as they wolfed down the food, some were restless with ugly looks on their faces, and others were observing other people's expressions while eating.

Of course, there was only one person who was fidgeting and looking unhappy. When Aubrey started to slouch with a cup of coffee, Jack curled his lips and took away the almost untouched plate in front of Harold Finch with an unhappy look.

Although coffee can be considered a kind of "soy milk" in a broad sense, if there is no important case, Jack prefers to give himself a cup of sweet soy milk in the morning.

Adding some sugar to the two cups in his hands, he walked into the living room while stirring with the spoon.

At this time, everyone had already taken their seats. The members of the wanted criminal team occupied the long sofas on both sides. Harold Finch, with a grim look on his face, sat on a single sofa at one end, and Reese sat opposite him.

Jessica half leaned against her old lover and sat on the armrest of the sofa. The two of them had been holding hands intimately since they sat down.

Jack put the cup on the coffee table, pulled a chair for himself and sat down. He nodded to Harold Finch, who looked nervous, and then looked at Reese.

"I know you have a lot of questions, like why this Mr. Finch and I both know that you managed to survive a catastrophic explosion in southwestern Pakistan and returned to the United States alone." He then looked at Harold Finch, "I think Mr. Finch has a lot of questions too, especially when he saw Jessica."

Seeing that both of them were about to speak, Jack stretched out his hand to press down, indicating that there was no hurry, "Let me introduce myself first. I'm Jack Tavoler, Assistant Agent in Charge of the FBI. This is Jubal Valentine, Agent in Charge, and this is..."

After introducing his friends one by one, Jack continued, “We were originally a wanted criminal team affiliated with the New York office, but for some reason.

As a result, we not only have to deal with criminal cases such as murder and kidnapping, but also often have to deal with guys like terrorists, so you can think of us as the FBI's crisis response team in New York."

Hearing this, Jubal rolled his eyes silently and exchanged a knowing look with Clay and Aubrey. What do you mean by because of some reason? It was simply because someone was too good at causing trouble.

"Before answering your questions, I would like to ask Mr. Finch to help answer a question. Why didn't your 'machine' provide an early warning during the 'Central Park bombing' two years ago?"

Although strictly speaking, the culprit who blew up a new pond in Central Park was the talkative guy in front of everyone.

But it was also thanks to this kid, otherwise it would have been a disaster that blew up the entire hospital, no less than the terrorist attack of the level of "911".

Someone played the role of a hateful Riddler this time. The members of the wanted criminal team were not aware of the existence of the "machine" before, so they were a little confused. Their puzzled eyes kept scanning the faces of Jack and "Mr. Finch" as he called them.

"You know everything." Harold Finch, whose face was becoming increasingly paler, opened his mouth but didn't know how to respond.

He always thought he had hidden himself well. As one of the world's top computer geniuses, and with the experience he had accumulated from dealing with government security departments over the past years, this "Mr. Finch" believed that his disguise was impeccable.

"Yes, I know that you are the creator of the AI ​​'Machine'. If it has a consciousness similar to that of a human, it may even call you its father. Am I right?"

Jack's words made Harold Finch shiver uncontrollably, and he subconsciously covered his chest with his hands.

After a long while, he finally woke up from his own thoughts and uttered a reply that sounded almost like a dream, "Please, please don't make such disturbing assumptions casually."

Jack found his reaction amusing. "When you designed it as a 'black box system' and gave it the ability to evolve and resist foreign invasion, didn't you foresee that this day would come sooner or later?"

As a pure materialist, he found it difficult to understand the contradictory mentality of these Europeans and Americans who feared God but could not help wanting to blaspheme Him and even share authority from the so-called omniscient and omnipotent "God."

Since being brought here, Harold Finch had always maintained a blank expression no matter how ugly his face looked. But now he could no longer hold it in and asked in surprise, "How much do you know?"

Jack didn't want to waste today's time on this guessing game, so he turned over his cards, "I know you are a talented computer scientist, but for some reason, perhaps because you don't trust the government, you always put your good friend Nathan Ingram in the front.

A software company you co-founded developed AI software code-named "Machine" for the NSA to monitor global data and hope to predict possible terrorist attacks in this way."

He pushed a cup of sweetened soy milk to the other person and said, "I suggest you drink this. A proper intake of sugar can help you think and calm your emotions. Don't worry, many things are not secrets, at least not as secret as you think."

(End of this chapter)