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

Chapter 1375: Surveillance time is far away?

"Good evening, Agent Tawalla." Finch limped to the car, bent down with difficulty and knocked on the window.

Jack opened the passenger door for him and watched the bodyguards who had brought Finch drive away in the rearview mirror. The corners of his mouth twitched, "Aren't they curious about what you're doing?"

Finch said calmly, "Those are your people, Agent Tawalla. According to Justin's suggestion, the bodyguards I hired now are from the security department of your Shangri-La."

Jack couldn't help but curl his lips. "So when can you call me Jack directly instead of the unfamiliar Agent Tawalla? It seems to be more beneficial to your 'POI' if my official identity can be kept secret. What do you think?"

Finch was stunned for a moment before he nodded with difficulty. "What you said makes sense, Ta'e Jack. What was the situation of this family before I arrived?"

Jack looked up at his husband who was helping his son with his homework in the living room of the house across the street. Next to them was his wife who was drawing with their daughter. The family looked very happy.

"Someone is still trying very hard to play the role of a good husband and a good father, but unfortunately this peaceful life can't last long."

Finch sighed, "Life is always so unsatisfactory."

Jack remembered that he seemed to have a secret lover, but because he didn't want to implicate the other person, he chose to disappear from the other person's life. In this respect, he and Reese had some sympathy in the past.

I originally planned to take this opportunity to test the waters, but after thinking about it, I decided not to. Being able to get Finch to call me by my name is already a big improvement. I'll just have to do it step by step. Being too hasty will easily scare this sensitive empty-nest uncle.

Finch took out two empty bottles from the bag he brought and placed them at his feet. He then took out a can of potato chips and began to unpack it.

"Are you hungry?" Jack reached out and took the thermos box from the back seat of the car. "I just made these wontons before I came here. You can try them."

Most Europeans and Americans know about dumplings, but wontons or wontons are relatively less popular.

Wontons tend to become mushy if left alone after cooking, making them unsuitable for takeout, but they actually taste different if they are pan-fried or deep-fried.

"Thank you." Finch put the thermos box on his knees and continued to unpack the potato chips in his hand. "Actually, I'm not that hungry. Even if I were hungry, I wouldn't eat anything containing..."

He glanced at the ingredient list printed on the potato chip bucket. "It contains something like disodium inosinate."

Pour all the potato chips into a bag, and Finch pokes holes in the bottom of the potato chip bucket while explaining, "The inside of the potato chip bucket is covered with a layer of aluminum foil, and its size is also very suitable for capturing Wi-Fi signals."

He inserted a wireless receiver into the bottom of a potato chip bucket, placed it on the dashboard, and pointed the other end toward the Powells' house. "So I can connect to their wireless network."

Jack took the bag of potato chips from him and ate them nonchalantly, “Although disodium inosinate is a food additive, it is a nucleotide naturally found in meat and fish.

Compared with its harm, the trans fatty acids in potato chips are more deadly. "

"Then why are you still eating?" Finch's fingers jumped quickly on the laptop he brought. When he turned to look at Jack, there was a little surprise and scrutiny in his eyes behind the thick glasses. Jack happily crunched the potato chips. "People need to indulge themselves occasionally, don't be so tense all the time, Harold (Finch). If you really care about your health, you should try my acupuncture therapy as soon as possible like Reese. Actions speak louder than words, my friend."

Finch's fingers paused slightly on the keyboard. "I'm thinking about it, but to be honest, Mr. Reese's recovery speed is really amazing, as is Mr. Spencer (Clay)'s left leg.

He told me that his left leg had been given a death sentence by the doctors, but you managed to restore it to its original state. I don’t understand, Jack, you can obviously…”

"It's not as magical as you think." Jack quickly stopped this dangerous topic. "Besides, there are reasons why some things are not known to the world, just like when you built the 'machine', didn't you choose to remain anonymous?"

"What you said makes sense." Finch nodded in understanding, not knowing what he had thought of. "Oh, I have hacked into Powell's wireless router. Let me see, two mobile phones, a home desktop computer, a video game console, and a laptop."

He quickly opened pages one by one and checked the browsing history of the family. "They often visit some political websites and write blogs to discuss City Councilman Mike DeLancey. It seems that some people are very resentful of this city councilman."

Jack leaned over to his screen and took a quick look. "Your choice of words is really precise. In my opinion, this is more than just resentment. If this city councilman appeared in front of Powell, I would not be surprised if he was eaten alive by him."

"I found a large encrypted folder. It should be a mailbox backup or something like that. I tried to copy it to my computer first."

Before Finch finished speaking, his cell phone rang, and the screen showed that there was an incoming call from Powell's cloned phone.

Jack glanced at the living room of the house not far away. Powell had already stood up with his phone in hand and greeted his wife, "I need to take a call about work."

He walked into the study and pressed the answer button, "Hello?"

A man politely asked from the other end of the conversation, "Mr. Powell? This is the 'Part Time' temporary employment agency. You called us a few weeks ago to apply for the banquet staff position, right?

I have a short-term part-time job for two days now, the hourly wage is, can you come? "

"Of course." Powell agreed eagerly, as if a drowning man had grabbed a life-saving straw.

"They need you to be there at 12:30 p.m., in Flushing." The voice on the other end of the line read out a hotel address, "and someone will contact you then."

"That's great, thank you very much, thank you very much." After Powell hung up the phone, he let out a long sigh and wiped his face hard.

"There's an old saying in Seres, 'When you're at the end of your rope, there's always a way out.' It looks like Powell's luck has turned. Did you help arrange this job?" Jack looked at Finch suspiciously after listening to the conversation.

"Of course not. I won't interfere until we understand why the 'machine' gave out his number."

Finch closed his laptop. "The file has been copied. I need to spend some time decrypting it. Maybe the key lies in it."

(End of this chapter)