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

Chapter 1369 Persuasion
The ceramic coffee cup made a slight collision sound with the cup holder made of the same material. Megan Tillman put down the coffee cup and put her fists to her chin, but fear rose from the bottom of her heart and spread to her whole body, so it was not just her hands that were shaking.

However, Jack's next words made the female doctor feel like she was falling into an icy cave, and she almost fainted on the spot.

"Let me introduce myself again, Dr. Tillman. Being a writer is just my side job. I'm also an FBI agent." Jack opened his wallet and revealed his ID.

"You and me. Am I arrested?" It took a long time to stop the dizziness. Tillman lowered his head and did not dare to look into the other person's eyes.

"That's up to you. As far as the situation is concerned, that patrolman over there has more jurisdiction than I do."

Perhaps because it was already midnight and soothing blues music was playing in the gas station bar, Jack spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

Tillman subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the patrolman who was drinking coffee and taking a break not far away and knew nothing about the conversation. His face turned even paler.

"To be honest, you are the most talented kidnapper and attempted murderer I have ever seen. You are smart, rational, and very careful."

Jack raised a finger and said, "If you hadn't lied to me before, it would have only been a month since you accidentally met Benton again. In other words, in this month, you planned everything and put it into action."

After a long silence, the anger in Tillman's eyes gradually overcame the fear. She slowly raised her head and looked at Jack. "So you know who he is and what he has done, right?"

"I guess so." Jack paused before the other party wanted to speak again. "There are some things I can't explain to you in detail. You just need to know one thing. We noticed you first, and then investigated Benton."

The doctor suppressed his anger and said, "Why don't you?"

However, she lost her temper halfway through her words. "I'm sorry, I lost my mind. The FBI also needs evidence to investigate a case, and for a guy like Benton, you probably can't even find a few victims."

It was obvious that the female doctor mistook the "we" Jack mentioned for the FBI, but Jack did not correct it.

Regarding the existence of the "machine", Jack only revealed part of the information to those who might be involved in these things, except for the few people he trusted, such as Director Reagan, his female boss, and Detective "Bean" who was listed as a reserve member.

After coughing lightly, Jack brought the subject back to the point, "As I said before, doctor, you are a smart man, sensible and careful enough.

If it weren't for some reason that you were accidentally discovered, you would most likely not be caught after this was done, and Benton would disappear from this world forever as you wished."

Jack paused and took a sip of unsweetened black coffee, the bitter taste spreading in his mouth, "So after this, do you think you can go back?
A serious and responsible doctor who is dedicated to saving other people's lives, after killing such a person and tasting the pleasure of revenge, can she still be the same person she used to be? "

"I don't know, but I know that if I do nothing, I will only be swallowed up by regret. My sister was killed by him. I can't bear to live in the same world with such a scum, so either he dies, or..."

Tears flowed down Tillman's cheeks, and she shook her head desperately, "Agent, if you are here to stop me, then arrest me, but you have to know that I do not regret my actions." "I am not here as an FBI agent. I just don't want to see a good person become a criminal."

Jack shook his head and said, "I didn't lie to you before. I am indeed a novelist. Although I am not as famous as Cassel, I still attach great importance to readers' feelings.

If I wrote such an ending into my novel, whether I made a good guy become a murderer or let the bad guy go unpunished, I would probably be scolded by readers, right? "

Tillman wiped away his tears, his wet eyes full of confusion, "I don't understand if you are not going to stop me."

"Of course I'm going to stop you." Jack smiled and stretched out his hand to the female doctor, "I don't know if you noticed before that there was a kind person who tried to stop this before you made a mistake, but unfortunately failed.

So I show up, now please hand me the car keys and let that kind person do what he wants to do, and I promise you will see the perfect ending you want on tomorrow's news."

Tillman's lips parted slightly, and after a while he seemed to barely understand the meaning of Jack's words, "Why did you do this? I have never heard of an FBI agent like you."

"Work is work, life is life. Even FBI agents have their own spare time, right?"

Jack continued to smile, "On the contrary, doctor, I hope that after this is over, you should have some life besides work. Working more than 10 hours a day is too unhealthy, both physically and mentally.

The memories your sister left you shouldn't only be painful. Go ahead and live with those good memories. Live happily, have a relationship or make some friends. You deserve a better life."

Tillman hesitated for a long time before she took out the car keys. Her hand paused in the air, with the keys only a few centimeters away from Jack's palm. "You didn't actually give me a choice, did you?"

Jack did not touch the car keys that were within reach, but pushed his business card to the other party, "You have already made your choice, you can just turn around and leave, continue with your plan, and then start your escape.

I promise not to stop you, but I also won’t tell you that you forgot to replace the tub fittings and halfway through that sodium hydroxide dissolving the biomass, the pipes underneath the tub will fall off and things will get really messy and I’ll catch you before you get across the border.”

Tillman laughed in silence, shook his head slightly, and handed the car keys to Jack. He held them tightly for a moment before pulling his hand back and taking the business card on the table, putting it away solemnly.

"You are a good person, a very special good person."

"Everyone says so." Someone nodded shamelessly, shook the car keys in his hand and stood up from the booth in the corner. "Then Dr. Tillman, I wish you a good dream tonight. Oh no, I wish you a good dream tomorrow night, after you finish watching the news."

The female doctor, with tears still in her eyes, gently pulled the corner of Jack's clothes and whispered, "Thank you, Jack."

(End of this chapter)