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

Chapter 1336 "Red Mercury" Hydrogen Bomb

"That's for the safety of this world!" The old supervisor, who was about the same age as Victoria, said in a sharp voice.

"If that weapon falls into the hands of small countries or even terrorist organizations"

However, Victoria was interrupted by the old supervisor's angry voice before she could finish her words, "You also know how dangerous that weapon is, don't you?"

He slammed the documents in his hand on the table in front of Victoria, "You have no idea what's going on."

The old supervisor pointed at a line of words on the document and said nothing more. Victoria's squinting eyes widened and widened. "You must let me contact Frank Moses as soon as possible. He needs to know about this as soon as possible."

"No, that's not necessary." The old supervisor interrupted Victoria rudely again, "Someone from the United States has gone to deal with it. Everything is over. I'm sorry, Victoria."

His voice became a little low, and he put a hand on Victoria's shoulder, then glanced at a young agent standing at the door, who nodded knowingly, then picked up the information on the table and turned to leave the interrogation room.

Victoria instantly understood this eye contact and sneered disdainfully, "Regret what the hell."

The young agent pulled out two lengths of wire with handles from his pocket and walked behind Victoria, still muttering to himself.

"They say you were once a legend here, but unfortunately I have never heard of you. Perhaps it's because the Cold War era is too far away from now?

After all, almost no one remembers the Red Empire, so old things should be left in the old days, right? "

The handcuffs fell off Victoria's hands smoothly, as if they were fake, and then an elbow hit her testicles directly. The young agent didn't even have time to scream in pain before her laryngeal cartilage was shattered by the subsequent knife-like blow.

Aside from the slight sound of the body falling to the ground, the only sound in the interrogation room was old lady Victoria's angry muttering, "You should have heard of me by now, right?"
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A petite figure shuttled through the woods. This was a bush park less than five kilometers away from the MI6 headquarters building on the east side of Vauxhall Bridge in London.

Victoria held her waist, panting, listening to the buzzing of the drone above her head and the faint barking of dogs behind her, and sighed secretly.

Further east of the bush park is a cemetery where there is a safe house set up in the early Victorian years, but it is obvious that once she leaves the cover of the tree canopy and enters the open area, she will be discovered by the drones hovering high in the sky in minutes.

At this time, an old extended Rolls-Royce stopped at the edge of the woods. A familiar short and fat figure got out of the car, holding a long gun-like object in his hand pointing at the sky. Soon the buzzing sound in the sky disappeared.

"Honey, I knew I could see you here." Ivan smiled and stretched out his arms to Victoria. "The FBI guy said you might need some help, so I came here."

"You old thing." Although she was in her seventies, Victoria still threw herself into the old KGB's thick arms like a woman in love.

"I didn't expect you to come here."

"I will never forget this cemetery." Ivan pointed to a tombstone not far away with a sweet look on his face. "It's that tombstone, the place where we became lovers. That's where you shot me three times in the chest."

"I love you." Victoria's wrinkled face blushed shyly, and she took the initiative to kiss Ivan. The two of them stayed together for a long time, until the barking of dogs in the woods behind them became clearer and clearer, and the old lady realized that now was not the time for love.

"We must leave here immediately and contact Jack and Frank as soon as possible. Edward Bailey is a madman. He wanted to detonate the nuclear bomb directly, so he was imprisoned by MI6 for nearly 30 years."
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Almost at the same time that Victoria escaped from danger, Jack and his companions, who had changed into Russian military uniforms, entered an abandoned storage room under the Kremlin.

"Right here." Edward Bailey removed a piece of wood, revealing the secret compartment inside.

Under the light of the flashlight, a large "toolbox" covered with dust suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

However, this person's focus was not on this. He reached behind the "toolbox" and fumbled for a while, with a look of surprise on his face, "Look, guys."

"This is my old pipe. I knew I had forgotten it here. My wife bought it for me in 1988 on our wedding anniversary."

Everyone looked at each other. Frank took two steps forward, pushed away Dr. Bailey who was still chattering away, and with some effort he lifted up the large "suitcase".

"This is the 'Night Shadow' you want. You can open it and take a look." Edward Bailey said with a smile.

Jack looked at Marvin who was standing beside him. He was holding a Geiger counter and had a very surprised expression on his face. "No radiation?"

"Of course, this is a small hydrogen bomb that uses 'red mercury' as a neutron source. Haven't you heard of it?" Edward Bailey wiped the old pipe that he had lost and found again, and said proudly with it in his mouth.

Frank's expression was also extremely ugly. "Of course I've heard of it, but we always thought it was a fraudulent strategy of the former Soviet Union. After all, even the United States only made an atomic bomb the size of a mortar shell. How is this possible?"

"Congratulations on solving a Cold War mystery." Jack took the nuclear bomb from Frank's hand, which looked like a toolbox but was actually a lead box, and weighed it.

It weighs about 30 kilograms and less than 40 kilograms. Considering the weight of the lead box itself, this thing is really a black technology.

"You can open it and take a look. At first they all said it was impossible and the Soviets were bragging, but I did it, you know? There is no radiation, and no fission energy is needed to detonate the fusion material. I really did it." Edward Bailey said as he was about to get started.

Jack hesitated for a moment, but finally put the box on the ground and watched the trembling old man open the seemingly complicated buckles on the lead box in a few seconds, revealing a black cylinder inside.

The outside of the cylinder is also connected to complex wires and a digital display made of an old-fashioned Nixie tube.

"You also made a timer for this thing?" Jack looked at Edward Bailey thoughtfully.

"Of course, you only need to shake the handle to charge the capacitor, and then press the button to start a 24-hour countdown. This design can ensure that even after 50 years, the nuclear bomb can still be successfully detonated."

The old man proudly tapped his head with his finger, "Now that I think about it, I was really a genius back then."

(End of this chapter)