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

Chapter 1338 Your circle is so chaotic
As a business jet designed specifically for high-end users, the Gulfstream G450's cabin sound insulation is very good.

The sound of the ampoule being broken was very crisp, and light yellow oily substance dripped onto the high-grade wool carpet, leaving a large stain. However, nothing happened as Edward Bailey expected.

Everyone sat quietly in their original seats. No one screamed, and no one showed any fear. Even Frank, who had been about to pounce, returned to his seat.

"You guys!" Edward Bailey's face turned red like a chicken with its neck pinched, making people feel like he would die of a cerebral hemorrhage in the next second.

There was one more person on the plane to London this time. Kataya glanced at Jack with a meaningful expression, "Did you put the sleeping pills you asked me for last night on him?"

Jack smiled and nodded. "Then Marvin carefully checked him inside and out. To be honest, our Dr. Bailey has a lot of odds and ends on him."

Marvin explained proudly, "These are all old-school spy tricks. The antidote was hidden in the heel of his right foot. I replaced it with saline and mixed it with something interesting. The poison in the pipe was actually injectable vitamin D."

Frank sighed and kindly explained for the doctor, "Jack is not a spy, nor is he a counterintelligence agent, but he is an FBI agent specializing in criminal investigation.

You may have never heard of criminal psychology after being imprisoned by the British for more than 30 years, but when Jack told me that your dementia was probably fake, we couldn't help but become curious about the reason why you were imprisoned. "

"So Ms. Victoria, at the suggestion of Frank and I, took the risk and returned to MI6 and found out the real reason."

Jack finally made a brief summary, "As for the 'Dark Jihad', I was just saying it casually. After all, putting a conspicuous timer on a bomb seems too dramatic, but I happened to encounter it twice, and both times it was installed on a nuclear bomb."

Reality is not a Hollywood movie. Unless the person who makes the bomb is a psychopath or has a special purpose, he will not have nothing to do and design an extra circuit just to press a countdown timer to add some psychological pressure to the bomb disposal experts.

Although the nuclear bomb on the island exploded, Jack had seen the original ones afterwards, whether it was the one that fell into the sea and was salvaged after the Seven Mile Bridge was blown up by the Harrier, or the one that was seized in the building.

If countdown displays were specially installed on the three nuclear bombs modified with W-80 warheads, it could be explained as customization according to the requirements of the "customer".

Then the fact that this "red mercury" nuclear bomb, which was assembled more than 30 years ago and secretly placed under the Kremlin, was equipped with a Nixie tube specifically for countdown can only be explained as a special quirk of the maker.

"You guessed that I would secretly install a locator on Frank, and then deliberately kept it a secret. Did you also predict through some psychological analysis that I would not really send you to Siberia to grow potatoes?"

Kataya asked, still maintaining the same meaningful expression as before.

Jack thought to himself that it was because I knew the plot. If he hadn't intervened, Cartaya would most likely have died at the hands of Edward Bailey, and Frank and Marvin would have been mistaken for murderers and almost killed by the Russians.

Of course, the truth cannot be said that way, so when it came to his mouth, it became something else, "Because I know you are a lady with a soft heart. Didn't you help Anna when we were in Paris?"

Kataya's smile became more and more strange. She tilted her head slightly towards Jack and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Really? You are such an interesting young man. No wonder Natasha and Talia have been thinking about you all the time."

Jack's heart skipped a beat, and before he could even react, his smile froze on his face, and his voice trembled unconsciously, "You're right."

"Although Ivan loves his two daughters very much, he is just a careless father after all. Generally speaking, girls' little secrets can be hidden from their fathers, but not from their mothers." Jack's heart trembled a little at this moment, and he even used the honorific "Вы", "What is your relationship with Ivan Shimanov?"

"We have been divorced for more than ten years. Our marriage was just a product of convenience." Kataya seemed to have just revealed something trivial that did not need to be taken seriously.

Jack opened his mouth slightly, looked at Frank, then turned to look at Cartaya, and thought to himself, is your circle so chaotic?

During the second half of the flight, someone seemed absent-minded. Even Anna noticed that something was wrong with him. Fortunately, Jack managed to get away with it in the end.

At first, I was just letting myself go because of the urge to do so. I never expected that after so many years, all of it would come back like a boomerang.

When I watched American TV series in my previous life, when Europeans and Americans liked each other, they would have a deep and simple exchange of ideas, and then they would get what they wanted and then have nothing to do with each other. But when it was their turn, they would have all these trivial things to deal with, either being involved in a nuclear crisis or being visited by the "parents".

Jack was even somewhat thankful that he had been able to control himself before and had not incurred too many "romantic debts".

Otherwise, according to the usual style of American TV series and Hollywood movies, beautiful daughters always have to be paired with a tough dad, and I'm afraid that sooner or later I'll be in trouble.

When the plane landed in England, Edward Bailey had become a corpse. The little gift that Russian Ivan gave to Frank finally came in handy.

The antidote that the doctor had injected himself with in advance while hiding in the bathroom was replaced by Marvin with saline solution plus a small tablet of crushed cyanide.

Jack was not lying. MI6 would not feel at ease until they saw Edward Bailey. If they wanted them to give up the hunt for the "R.E.D." men, they had to at least return a body.

A mad scientist who wanted to start a world war, the only way for everyone to feel at ease is to let him die with all the "black technology" from the Cold War in his mind.

"Suicide?" Harry, who had been waiting at the airport early, had a complicated expression after seeing the body. "What was the reason?"

"Has he found his conscience, repented, or simply taken the wrong medicine?" Jack's mind was still a little blocked because of what Cartaya said on the way here, and he was too lazy to make up any excuses.

"Are you serious?" Harry subconsciously clenched his fists, because he was the one who planned to send Edward Bailey back to MI6.

"Or we can talk about why, after what happened in Florida, someone left a huge mess behind and went straight back to Washington, leaving me alone to deal with the military and the CIA."

Jack was not afraid at all. It is said that if you have too much debt, you won't worry about it. That is exactly what he is doing now.

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(End of this chapter)