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

Chapter 1302 First Cooperation
"It could be a week, it could be five minutes."

Finch knew that people lacked an intuitive concept of "machine" and patiently explained, "Generally speaking, my approach is to understand her as much as possible and use my own way to investigate her background."

In front of a group of FBI agents, his words were a little obscure, and the methods he mentioned were obviously various hacking techniques.

"But usually this doesn't work very well, because I don't know what conditions the 'machine' uses to make its judgment. If it were left to Mr. Reese to do it, what would your CIA method be?"

Reese answered almost without thinking, "The slower way, creating coincidences to get close to the target person, cultivating feelings, spending weeks or even months laying out the plan, while getting to know the people around her and gaining her trust."

He glanced at the handsome men and beautiful women in front of him, as if he was hinting at something.

"We the FBI are not your CIA." Jack said unhappily, and asked the following question for Finch, "What's the quicker way?"

"Break into their homes and turn them upside down." Reese shrugged.

Jubal stood up, covering his ears, pretending to be deaf and dumb, "It seems that Mr. Finch has found the right person, but you'd better give Mr. Reese some more fake identities. I have a feeling that he will become a frequent visitor to the NYPD.

If I remember correctly, Jack seems to have a good relationship with Ms. Irene Reagan. We can work on two fronts. Mr. Reese will be responsible for his investigation, and Jack will go to learn about Diane Hansen's situation and personality, especially what cases she has handled recently.

Also, if I understand correctly, the 'machine' gives information about relevant personnel, not victims, right?"

Jack also stood up, took out a pack of rubber gloves from the drawer and threw it to Reese, reminding him, "I also have two friends in the CIA who know your habits, but I have something to remind you.

Even if we have your back, don't act too recklessly. There is no CIA cleanup team to help you clean up the mess. If there is a chance, I will take you to the CSI New York laboratory to show you what advanced forensic science is. "

Reese's eyes wandered, apparently someone had said something to his mind, "Okay, I'll try to pay attention."

Finally, Jack gestured to Finch, "Are you interested in accompanying me to the New York Supreme Court?"
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Sister Irene has always had a good impression of Jack, of course not only because he is handsome, but also because of his father.

She believed that if she were a few years younger, Frank Reagan would have tried his best to bring her and Jack together.

Of course, this was just a little joke between the father and daughter in private, but after receiving a call from Jack asking her for help, Sister Irene went to the bathroom to touch up her makeup.

After arriving at the New York State Supreme Court building that looked like a Greek temple, Jack walked into the Manhattan District Attorney's Office with familiarity and introduced the two people.

"This is Mr. Finch, my friend."

Irene noticed Jack closing the office door and her expression changed slightly. Knowing that there was something important going on, she didn't say any more polite words and extended her hand to invite the two to sit down in front of her.

"Is this Mr. Finch in trouble?"

Jack shook his head. Even the director himself didn't know about the existence of the "machine" yet, and he was even less likely to mention it to Irene. Although a cooperation agreement had been reached with Finch for the time being, trust was built bit by bit. There was still plenty of time, so there was no need to rush.

"Mr. Finch is here to help me and provide some technical support. I came here this time to ask you about someone, Diane Hansen. Are you familiar with her?"

Irene was slightly stunned by Jack's question. "Diane Hansen? Of course I am familiar with her. She is a very hard-working and talented assistant prosecutor. Why is your FBI interested in her?"

She looked at Jack with suspicion, then smiled and joked, "Or are you interested in her? She is the most popular girl in the department."

"I always thought you were the most beautiful rose in the district attorney's office." Jack complimented her and directly explained the reason for investigating the other party.

Given his current relationship with the Reagan family, Irene's impression of Jack is even higher than that of Danny, of course, when it comes to handling cases. Although Jack looks young, he does not have the recklessness of her older brother.

Therefore, she did not dig into the matter and just cooperated by providing a lot of information.

Finch had already done a lot of research on her background through the Internet, and Jack was mainly looking for information about Diane Hansen's work and life.

After saying goodbye to Irene and leaving the court, Finch took Jack to 150 WB Street. After many twists and turns, the two walked into a dark alley.

Jack looked up and found that this should be the back door leading to the large building. However, the lower floors of this old building had been completely closed off, and even the glass windows were completely blocked, so its original purpose could not be seen from the outside.

Reese had been waiting here in advance. After seeing the two, he handed a USB flash drive to Finch and said, "According to your request, I will upload the virus you gave me to Diane Hansen's computer at home, but are you sure you don't need to place a few pinhole cameras in her apartment?"

Finch shook his head. "That's not necessary. She's a workaholic. She's rarely at home except for sleeping, and she spends most of her weekends in the office.

When she brings her laptop and phone home tonight and connects to the Internet, I will be able to track her every move through these electronic devices.”

"Then what are we doing in this damn place?" Reese looked down the dark and damp alley but found nothing.

"This is an abbreviation of the growing decline of Western civilization." Finch limped towards a solid iron gate, took out a bunch of large, age-old keys from his pocket and inserted them into the keyhole.

"In recent years, the city has closed nearly half of its libraries because of budget cuts and other reasons."

As the iron door opened, he gestured to the two of them to come in. "The entire building was sold to a bank under my name. After that, the bank was split up and declared bankruptcy. Then this place was abandoned as a matter of course. At least it no longer exists in the system."

Jack followed him into the building and saw the floor littered with carelessly abandoned books, covered in dust. There was not even a place to step, which made him feel sad.

Finch noticed his look and waved his hand nonchalantly, "Don't worry, Mr. Taverer, the valuable parts are all upstairs, and the books below are just disguises to confuse some curious and bored people."

(End of this chapter)