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

Chapter 1402 Go back to Los Angeles to get some cheap eggs
Jack had the impression that this was indeed the case. When Finch and his friend Nathan were injured and killed in a car explosion, his guess that the authorities would never allow the "Machine" project to be exposed to the public was confirmed, so he abandoned his original identity.

At that time, Finch was not actually in the NSA's field of vision because Nathan protected him very well.

Everyone who knew about it thought that the "machine" was a project developed under the leadership of Nathan. Although Finch occasionally showed up, he was just regarded as an ordinary computer engineer in Nathan's company.

But Finch knew that he could bring danger to his lover at any time, so he simply chose to continue hiding it from her after faking his death.

"It sounds like a tragic story." Jack didn't know how to comment on this. After all, it was Finch's own choice.

At the moment, even he didn't dare to make any promises that he could absolutely guarantee the safety of Finch and the people around him. After all, there were too many enemies to deal with this time.

Not to mention the distant past, the mastermind behind the scenes like "Decima Technologies" will sooner or later show up again. There are also problems within the NSA. It seems that someone wants to use public resources for personal gain and take control of the "machine" to deal with political opponents.

Recently, Lai Ya, the mafia illegitimate son with "great ideals", is a troublesome figure. In addition, there is the person in charge of "HR", whose identity is still unknown.

In his previous life, when Jack watched "Person of Interest", he had a feeling that the important characters, especially the villains, were all so awesome when they first appeared, but ended up leaving the show as sloppy as a stray dog ​​kicked to death on the side of the road.

After traveling through time, perhaps because he gained too much "knowledge", he realized the essence of "this world is just a huge makeshift team", and he has gradually become disenchanted with the so-called "big shots".

After all, over the years, the number of well-known "big shots" who died directly or indirectly at his hands has already exceeded double digits, and if he tries hard, the number may even exceed 100.

Now it seems that those so-called "big shots" who are so arrogant are also flesh and blood. It seems normal for them to die in a messy way. After all, there was a hidden big boss who was shot in the head as soon as he got off the plane.

Jack is confident that he will not allow some of the tragedies in the original drama to happen in this world, because he has done similar things more than once. After all, in this world there is neither a law of immortality nor a law of inevitable death for the protagonist.

But things have to be done step by step after all. Except for a BUG-like healing skill in the time-travel welfare cheat code, the rest can only be regarded as some bonus items.

Even though he was confident that he wouldn't have to worry about death as long as he wasn't shot in the head, Jack still needed to act with caution and try not to turn himself into a target, because it's easier to dodge an open attack than a concealed one, not to mention that the other party might use someone he cares about to threaten him.

Therefore, Jack felt that there was nothing wrong with Finch's behavior. After all, when dealing with opponents who have almost unlimited resources with the help of the "state machine" by one's own, one can never be too careful.

Of course, Reese also understood this truth. The reason why he privately investigated Finch's little secrets was not only to satisfy his curiosity, but also because it was his professional habit to know himself and his enemy.

Just as they expected, when "LOS" was taken to the police station and asked to see a lawyer, less than three hours later, Reese's former superior Mark Snow appeared at the door of the NYPD headquarters.

Without waiting for 12 hours, before dark, Mark Snow and the leaky "LOS" left the NYPD headquarters building, where a Subaru with a government license plate was waiting for them.

"I'm confident that I can approach that car and plant a bomb in it without attracting anyone's attention." On the other side of the parking lot, Reese, sitting in a NYPD-painted police car, watched all this and pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Mark Snow promised Director Reagan that he would deal with certain unruly guys in exchange for keeping CIA secrets." Jack held up the telescope with one hand and observed Mark Snow's appearance.

He was about 40 or 50 years old, and looked older than Reese. He was not tall, had an ordinary white appearance, and his hairline was a bit precarious, but he managed his body well. A middle-aged man who could still maintain self-discipline at this age was a difficult type to deal with. A man who was so cruel to himself would be even more cruel to others. At least Jack in his previous life could not do that.

He continued, "It's easy to kill Snow, but don't you really want to understand why you were treated like that in the first place?"

"I doubt whether Snow really knows anything. Maybe he is just following orders."

Although he said so, Reese also picked up the telescope like Jack, obviously giving up the idea of ​​taking the initiative. "But you are right about one thing. Since Snow appeared here, it means that 'LOS' is finished."

While the two were talking, CIA agent Snow and his colleague code-named "LOS" had already arrived at the rear door of the Subaru.

"LOS" was still there, holding his cheek swollen by Jack's blow, chattering, "That undercover policeman must not be let go, and there is also an FBI agent who hasn't even grown all his hair yet, we must convey a clear message."

Snow opened the car door for him, with a faint smile on his face, "You are always so impulsive, Ryan, we can't just kill the police, whether they are local or federal.

If you knew what that young FBI agent did in Mexico, when he punched you on the left cheek, you should have turned your right cheek to him, and the bureau might have been able to do something better."

The CIA agent, whose real name was Ryan, was slightly stunned, and could not help but laugh angrily, "So you mean you don't want to help me, old friend?"

Snow still had a smiling face. "You really shouldn't have gotten yourself into trouble. It was too careless. Our job is to go deep behind enemy lines. We can't let our guard down just because we're in the country. I've warned you before."

As he said this, he opened the car door and said in a relaxed tone, "Get in first."

Ryan looked at Snow meaningfully, and lost interest in continuing the conversation. He leaned over to get into the car, but was greeted by a black cloth bag put over his head.

The body of the Suburban swayed violently twice and then stopped moving. Jack and Reese could barely see two figures swaying back and forth in the rear window through the telescope, and soon one of them stopped moving.

"Tsk, no wonder your CIA's recruitment model is different from the FBI's. Given the efficiency of your internal elimination mechanism, the quota of two to three hundred new agents a year may not be enough for you to kill your own people."

Jack, who had been watching the entire scene, complained.

At this time, a police car drove into the parking lot of the NYPD headquarters. The dejected Detective "Dou Dou" was getting out of a patrol car. After turning the front of the car, he lowered his head and said something to the gray-haired old policeman who was driving the car, then turned around and walked into the police station building.

Jack watched him disappear before turning around and telling Reese in the passenger seat, "Detective Fusco is now officially a member of HR. Keep an eye on him during this period of time and don't let anything happen to him."

"You have another wanted warrant to execute?" Reese was a little surprised. Jack had only been back to New York for a few days, and it sounded like he was going out again?
"I took a day off and am going to Los Angeles to get some cheap eggs." Jack grinned at him.

(End of this chapter)