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

Chapter 1298 I have pledged my life to my country, but I am afraid of failing my beloved

Jack's question is a bit strange. For an ordinary person, when he faces unfair treatment from the official level, he will naturally regard the state apparatus as a whole.

But except for Jessica, no one present seemed to be an ordinary person, so not only Finch, but even Reese couldn't help but look thoughtful.

At this moment, Jack turned his gaze to Reese and said, "In my opinion, you and Mr. Finch are the same kind of people. You are both loyal patriots, and some people take advantage of this."

There was an indescribable expression on Reese's face, a hint of being difficult to express, a hint of being understood, and some resentment and anger.

Before he could speak, Jack raised his hand to let him finish his words, "Mr. Finch developed a program codenamed 'The Machine' in order to give this country the ability to defend against terrorist threats.

And you left Jessica and resolutely joined the CIA's special operations team, risking your life without regard for your own safety. Did you want to accumulate merits so that you could get promoted and make a fortune one day?"

Although the original series did not delve too much into Reese's background, at least Jack had no impression of it, but his military record before joining the CIA was not erased. Rossi checked through some unofficial channels and found that he was a decent boy.

"So, is this the reason why you didn't want to respond to me in the terminal that year?" Jessica, who had been holding Reese's big hand tightly and was unwilling to be separated from him ever since she met him, was about to cry.

Reese panicked, "Jesse, it's all my fault. I made a wrong decision. You were already engaged at the time, and I thought..."

Jessica burst into tears before she finished her words, and she cried louder and louder, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered over the years at this moment.

In front of so many people, all strangers, Reese couldn't use a million tricks to coax his lover, and he was sweating profusely.

Finally, at Jack's signal, Jiejie and Hannah stepped in together. After whispering a few words of comfort, they helped Jessica to the sofa next to them. Only then did she slowly calm down. Although she still sobbed once or twice from time to time, at least it did not affect the current conversation.

After this little episode, the atmosphere in the living room became inexplicably relaxed, at least not as serious as it was at the beginning.

Finch was interrupted and looked at Jack thoughtfully, "Are you trying to say that you represent the true patriots in this government?"

Jack waved his hands repeatedly. He was not a patriot at all. The country he loved was on the other side of the Pacific Ocean. At most, he was just a nationalist fighter.

Of course, this is not the truth. In fact, Jack can really represent another force at the official level of this country, a group of old guys who transcend party lines and have simple patriotic sentiments.

"What I want to say is that whether it is the secret forces that you think are from the official level and want to force you to hand over the control of the 'machine', or the CIA senior officials who tried to silence Reese in a secret operation, they cannot represent the so-called official will.

Putting aside the ideological struggle that is now almost splitting this country in two, and putting aside the party issue for the time being, have you ever thought that if those who attacked you were really in control of the situation, why would they use such despicable means? "

Seeing that both of them were lost in thought, Jack stopped talking at the right time.

At this moment, he had some understanding of why there were so many Riddlers in American TV series in his previous life. Apart from the fact that most of them were deliberately set up by the screenwriters to advance the plot, sometimes it was really impossible to tell the truth.

Generally speaking, a person's knowledge and thinking improves with his or her social status. When Jack was a rookie in the LAPD, or even when he first joined the FBI, if someone told him that there was a "shadow government" in this country and that all power was actually controlled by a very small number of people, he would most likely choose to believe it.

Not to mention him, most Americans are actually willing to believe in this conspiracy theory deep down in their hearts, just like they believe in God but can't help but want to try to touch "God's authority."

But as Jack experienced more, this way of thinking was slowly corrected.

Being just David Rossi was obviously not enough to make him change like this, but as Zoe became a member of Congress, she came into contact with the real power center of the country.

With the rapid development of Shangri-La Group, Chris, who had barely gotten rid of his obsessive-compulsive disorder, started dealing with more and more billionaires. Jack gradually realized that this world is really just a huge makeshift team.

Only when he picked up what he had learned in his youth and began to look at all this with dialectical thinking, materialistic thought and class narrative, did he truly understand all of this.

Unfortunately, these are topics that cannot be mentioned. Even with the girls sitting next to his pillow and Rossi who almost treats him as their own son, Jack has no intention of discussing these things with them.

Needless to say, in this kind of situation, he could only give a superficial reminder, but fortunately, Finch and Reese were just confused by the situation and soon came to their senses.

Finch picked up the sweet soy milk that had long lost its heat on the table and took a sip. He didn't know if he really tasted anything, but he subconsciously raised his eyebrows and even smacked his lips.

"Agent Tawalle, you may be right. What happened to Mr. Reese may have something to do with me. We may be facing the same forces hidden within the government."

Hearing this, Reese's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Finch with a puzzled look. Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief, picked up a notepad from the coffee table, and wrote the two words "Decima Technology" on it.

Tearing off the note and handing it to Finch, Jack revealed all his cards today. "If my private investigation is correct, this is the mastermind behind the scenes."

The note stayed in Finch's hand for only a few seconds before Reese, who couldn't wait, snatched it away. After seeing the two words on it clearly, the anger in Reese's eyes almost turned into reality.

"you sure?"

Jack smiled and pointed at Finch. "I don't have the final say on this matter. I think Mr. Finch has a way to verify my statement. Am I right?"

Taking the note back from Reese, Jack took out his lighter, lit it, and threw it into the ashtray.

Everyone watched as the small piece of paper slowly turned into ashes, and was finally washed away by half a cup of water into completely irreversible carbon powder. They couldn't help but feel heavy in their hearts.

"I've said what I wanted to say. Is it your turn next, Mr. Finch?" Jack gestured to the hunched figure on the sofa.

(End of this chapter)