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

Chapter 1337 The conspiracy exposed
"It's truly a genius invention." Jack looked at the Geiger counter in Marvin's hand. Even though the lead box had been opened, the radiation value displayed on it was only slightly higher than that in the natural environment.

"You can even take this thing to visit the White House," Marvin complained.

Normal countries generally monitor the environmental nuclear radiation levels very well, and ordinary people may not be able to feel it, but coastal areas, airport and port customs, important facilities, hospitals and some industrial enterprises are equipped with nuclear radiation monitoring equipment.

Occasionally, there are related reports in the news, such as when passengers were going through airport security and were found to have carried some health products that were too "conscientious" and actually contained nuclear radiation.

At this moment, the suitcase-type hydrogen bomb with unknown equivalent in front of everyone, although still a bit heavy, can indeed be called portable.

"As you can see, this is a weapon that can turn the world upside down overnight."

Edward Bailey was about to reach out his hand, but Frank got there first and put the box back in his hand. "We're in big trouble. We need to get out of here as soon as possible."

"Don't even think about going anywhere." A female voice came from behind the crowd.

"Cartaya?" Frank looked at Jack in surprise, then turned around and looked behind him.

Katya Petrovna, dressed in a general's uniform and holding an AK-74, appeared at the door of the storage room, while Anna, who was originally there to "look out", stood by with her hands raised.

"She came alone." Anna's words were a disguised explanation for why she did not raise the alarm immediately.

Jack shrugged indifferently, this scene was within his expectations. The Russian Ivan flew to England to rescue his sweetheart on his reminder. Now, without the help of Kataya, they couldn't even get on the Gulfstream that was still staying in the air base.

"This thing cannot fall into the hands of any country or organization, including your and my country. You know why." Frank walked towards the door with the box.

Cartaya stood still, the muzzle of the gun slightly turned away, looking a bit caught in a dilemma. "I have to follow orders, you know, Frank."

Frank walked over to her and put the box down, then reached out to hold onto the door frame where Cartaya was leaning.

"Don't come over here." As the bald man approached and put his chest against the muzzle of the gun, the female general subconsciously lowered her voice.

"Someone guessed that you put a locator on me, but deliberately didn't remind me." Frank looked back at Jack fiercely, "Where?"

"I guess it's the left foot." Jack chuckled.

When everyone arrived in cold Moscow, they basically changed into warmer clothes, but except for Anna who changed into a pair of nice long snow boots, everyone else still wore tactical boots for easy movement.

Frank had fallen into a honey trap in Paris before, and Jack guessed that Cartaya must have taken more than just the key. According to the habits of spy agents, it would be a bit unreasonable not to leave some mark on him.

Frank lifted his left foot and scratched the side of the heel for a while, and sure enough, he scratched off a small flake.

"So you've never disobeyed orders or broken rules?" He looked seriously into Cartaya's eyes. "I still remember what you said to me before I drank that glass of wine. You said you had come to America to see me. Was that also a lie?"

Kataya turned away slightly embarrassed, but then turned back, "Of course not."

"What color are the flowers outside my house?" Frank asked.

"Yellow." Cartaya put down the gun in his hand dejectedly. "I don't think that was an order from the FSB, right?" Frank's old face was full of smiles.
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"Why should we go back to England?" Edward Bailey looked at the familiar scenery outside the plane window with a strange expression on his face.

"Of course, I'll send you back to MI6." Jack, who was sitting opposite him, replied with a smile.

Edward Bailey still looked a little silly, and even had a slight smile on his face. "Why? I don't want to go back to take medicine. It will make my brain confused again."

"Perhaps. In fact, MI6 has always wanted to obtain that knowledge from your genius brain. Otherwise, they would not have locked you up for 32 years, right?"

Jack kept smiling and continued, "So how could they have drugged you? But it's clear that you're very good at pretending to be crazy.

As time went by, they became more and more lax in their supervision of you, and even when you bribed the guards and left there for a short time, no one knew about it, right?"

"I don't understand what you are saying." Edward Bailey's face gradually turned cold.

"Maybe it's a coincidence, or maybe it's God's arrangement." Jack shrugged at him, "I just witnessed a nuclear explosion not long ago, it was caused by an explosion of a W-80 nuclear warhead.

I witnessed the entire process of the nuclear bomb being activated. You know, not just anyone can bypass those cumbersome safety measures and detonate a nuclear warhead. However, we investigated all the nuclear engineers who could do this, including those in Iran, but found nothing.

Would you like to talk to me about how you got in touch with the Dark Jihad organization? How much did they pay you for the detonators of the three nuclear bombs?

After hearing this, Edward Bailey smiled again, but this time it was a little self-deprecating. "Frank, are all the young people nowadays as good as the one in front of us?"

Frank shook his head slightly, staring at the other person, "No, I only know this one freak at the moment. Why don't you tell me about yourself, Dr. Bailey? What exactly do you want to do?"

"What should I do?" The stupid look on Edward Bailey's face faded, replaced by a smile that was somewhat familiar to Jack's memory.

It was Hannibal's unique perverted smile, with a hint of sadness in the madness and anger that had accumulated to a critical point in his reserve.

"Of course it was revenge. MI6 had held me for 32 years, and the Soviets had killed my wife and son in an explosion. God knows, he was only four years old at the time.

The stage is set for a spark to blow up the world, like the shot in Sarajevo."

After saying this, he reached into his arms, took out the old pipe that had been placed with the "red mercury" nuclear bomb for more than 30 years, and gently rotated the position of the pipe bowl.

Frank stood up suddenly and saw a small ampoule appear in the doctor's palm.

"Frank! Don't!" Marvin yelled.

"Remember? I'm also an expert on nerve agents. This is the kind that was prepared to assassinate Castro. It's very powerful, but as long as you inject the antidote in advance, you will be safe. So I went to the bathroom first."

Edward Bailey said as he broke off the thin neck of the ampoule.

(End of this chapter)