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

Chapter 1392 The Mysterious CIA
Although Reese knew nothing about politics and couldn't give any profound advice, he was extremely disgusted with the CIA's practices, both out of his inner sense of justice and simple moral standards.

"Jack, it seems inconvenient for you to intervene in what happens next. Your friends in the upper echelons of the FBI probably don't want to confront the CIA head-on, right?" Finch asked on the phone.

Jack sneered, "This is in China. If a CIA agent is caught trafficking drugs in China, there may not be public charges, but at least they will be punished."

The reason why unspoken rules are unspoken rules is that they cannot be made public.

No matter how much trouble the CIA causes abroad, even such a heinous act as instructing drug cartels to kill DEA agents will be regarded as a disgrace that cannot be made public.

But it is a different story in China. This is the territory of federal agents. If the CIA angers a number of federal law enforcement agencies including the FBI, its life will not be easy.

There was something inexplicable in Reese's eyes when he looked at Jack. To this day, he still couldn't quite understand the young FBI agent in front of him.

The lifelong dream of most FBI agents, especially those in charge of criminal cases, is to achieve success and then, after retirement, either write memoirs to earn some royalties, or be invited by a Fortune 500 company to be a consultant to catch corporate spies or handle some gray areas.

Jack has turned this life goal upside down. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that if Shangri-La goes public today, it will be possible for it to be at the bottom of the Fortune 500, if not the last one.

But he had no intention of entering politics, nor did he have any desire to climb the career ladder within the FBI. Apart from catching wanted criminals, he spent his free time either tinkering with his small vegetable garden or studying how to cook various kinds of delicious food.

If it was just on the surface, Reese could still understand it. After all, he was a low-key rich man. As long as he did not lead a corrupt and decadent life, there were many people like Jack who lived according to their own wishes. Isn't there an example like Harold Finch around him?

The question is, who would risk their entire fortune and even their life to go to the Caribbean and blow up a small island with a nuclear bomb just because of some unbearable injustice?

It just so happens that Jack has gathered such a group of people around him, and each of them seems to have great powers.

Well, Finch seems to be this kind of person, but he has his own ideals, and what are Jack's ideals?
When he was in the CIA, Reese was indoctrinated with many things, such as being able to use any means necessary for the sake of the country and abandoning everything, including humanity.

He could vaguely feel that something was wrong, but he didn't know where the problem was. It was not until he was shot in the knee - no, in the chest, that he finally woke up.

Now Reese envied Jack's freedom to live for himself, his attentiveness to everyone around him, and his kindness to girls... Well, this point seemed to be negligible, as it was enough for him to have only one girlfriend, Jessica.

So, Reese finally had his ideal, living for himself and for the woman he loved.

Feeling his nose itchy, Jack subconsciously opened the car window and sneezed outside. He turned his head and glanced suspiciously at Reese who was driving beside him intently.

To be honest, in Jack's opinion, Reese is really suitable to play the villain role. He has a handsome uncle face with clear lines, but he always has a blank expression.

He is particularly suitable to play the role of a cold-blooded and bad prison warden. If the prisoners are disobedient, he only needs to give them a cold look and a group of his lackeys will rush up and beat them with six sticks in one second. Even Sylvester Stallone will be beaten to a pulp.

Only when Jessica was around could Jack see more human emotions on Reese's face.

According to Jessica, although Reese sometimes acted cool in the past, he was definitely not the expressionless face he has now. The CIA has changed him too much. But perhaps it won't be long before this poker face becomes more lively.

After Cahill left, the two men with different thoughts did not continue their tracking, but drove to the downstairs of the NYPD headquarters.

The next mission of the smuggling gang that Reese and Cahill are undercover in is scheduled for two days later, which means that they have 48 hours to conduct a secret investigation. It is not very generous, but it is more than enough after Jack joins.

"It won't be long, you can take a nap in the car." Jack noticed that Reese's eyes were bloodshot from staying up late, and he casually said a word before opening the door and getting out of the car.

Danny, who had received the news in advance, was already waiting at his desk and had even made a cup of coffee at the right time.

"NYPD's coffee is as awful as ever, except for the coffee in the 12th Precinct and your dad's office." Jack gritted his teeth, took a sip, and complained without giving any face.

Danny pouted and said, "You can also ask that rich writer to donate a batch of high-end coffee machines to the NYPD headquarters. I can guarantee that even if he runs naked in Times Square in the future, the patrolmen will turn a blind eye."

"Believe me, if you really tell him that, Cassel will definitely be moved."

Jack was talking nonsense, but his eyes fell on a figure who had just left the big office of the Serious Crime Unit.

Danny doesn't like wearing suits very much, and a leather jacket with an Irish-style tweed hat is his signature outfit.

Of course, there are other detectives wearing suits in the big office of the Major Crimes Unit, but as everyone knows, there is a huge difference between a standard, non-custom-made suit and a high-end, custom-made one.

Even if the guy wearing this outfit is an average-looking middle-aged bald man with a butt chin and a precarious hairline, he still looks very eye-catching.

Danny stared at the back of the figure until he disappeared into the corridor, then he snorted coldly, "Even if you didn't come to find me, I was planning to find you. The guy who claimed to be from the FBI was asking around for information about the 'man in a suit'."

"FBI?" Jack said with a hint of sarcasm, "Didn't you ask him to wait until I got here before leaving?"

Danny smiled slyly, "I told him my FBI friend would be here soon, and he left in a hurry. But I checked his ID and found no problems, so he's most likely from the CIA."

It is common practice for the CIA to act in the country under the identity of the FBI. Normally, if it has nothing to do with him, Jack is too lazy to expose it.

But the other party seemed to be asking about Reese and found Danny here, which made him alert. It seemed that he had to go back and remind the two "POIs" to be careful.

Danny took Jack into an empty interrogation room. After closing the door, he spread his hands and looked a little embarrassed. "There may be some trouble about the undercover."

(End of this chapter)