Chapter 1133 Negotiation with Mason

Through the thick one-way glass, Chief Womack made no effort to conceal the look of disgust on his face.

This made Jack even more curious about how much psychological trauma John Mason in the interrogation room next door had brought to the director.

Jim Womack was holding a few thin A4 papers in his hands, and his hands were shaking so severely that the papers made a slight crisp sound.

"Sir?" Jack looked at his chief in confusion. It had been nearly ten minutes since Mason was sent to the interrogation room, and every second counted.

The FBI was currently establishing a joint command center at Pier 39 opposite Alcatraz Island, and General Hammer did not give them enough time.

It has to be said that this soldier with rich combat experience chose an excellent location. Unless the military is not afraid of the news leaking out and directly sends warships to surround the island, or lines up air defense positions along the coastline, there is no possibility of intercepting those VX missiles.

The key point is that this type of missile does not worry about terminal interception by the close-in defense weapon system. The best way to spread VX agent is air explosion. After breaking through the short distance of a few kilometers at sea, it no longer makes much sense to intercept it or not.

"These are the full pardon documents signed by the Attorney General. I give them to you, Jack. We just need to know how he escaped from Alcatraz. Just tell us those routes."

Jack took the document subconsciously, a little puzzled, "Sir, I can see that you have dealt with him more than once. Why don't you talk to him in person?"

"No, whether it's me or David, meeting him will only make things worse." Jim Womack looked as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past.

"OK, then I need to confirm whether I have really been given full authority?"

After getting a positive answer, Jack rolled his eyes silently in his heart, flicked the documents in his hand, turned around and went out. If he had known this was the way to go, he could have taken care of it on the way.

He turned right and did not rush back in. Instead, he stood at the door of the interrogation room and made a few phone calls. After making some arrangements, he nodded to the two agents guarding the door.

Jack walked into the interrogation room, forced a smile at the old man who was looking at him gloomily, and showed the handcuff key in his hand.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, but it took some time to prepare these documents."

"I've been waiting for thirty years, and I don't mind waiting any longer." John Mason took the document from Jack's hand, glanced through it, and tore it into pieces.

Jack was not surprised. He even had the decency to collect the pieces of paper and put them in his pocket, then used the key to open the handcuffs on the other person's hands.

"I forgot to introduce myself before. Agent Jake Tawalla. You can call me Jake."

"Okay, Jack, now you can tell me what it is?" John Mason stroked his wrist impatiently. "I strongly suggest that you send me back. This will be better for everyone."

"There are 81 hostages being held in a place you are familiar with, and we need your help now," said Jack.

"You mean Alcatraz? It's become a tourist attraction now?" John Mason asked in disbelief.

"Things have changed, haven't they?" Jack shrugged, "The situation is extremely urgent now, I will explain the details to you later.

Simply put, what we are facing now is a trolley problem. On one track are the lives of 81 hostages, and on the other track are the lives of 780 million citizens who are also threatened.

No one likes to make this kind of choice, and you are the key to letting us avoid this choice. You know Alcatraz very well and have successfully escaped from there. "

Mason's old face was hidden behind his messy white long hair, making it difficult to see his expression. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, reached out to lift the long hair in front of his forehead, and gave Jack a strange smile.

"This isn't the way your FBI is supposed to work. Your style reminds me of some old Italian bastard who's good at psychology."

No wonder not only was Director Jim Womack unwilling to come in and talk in person, but even Rossi simply slipped away under the pretext of going to the Joint Command Center. It turned out that these old guys had quite a good "friendship".

Jack had the impression that Mason was arrested for secretly photographing the FBI's secret files during the Hoover era, so this made the strange argument between Jim Womack and Rossi understandable.

Edgar Hoover, who headed the FBI for half a century, is still reviled by countless people today or is considered an idol in their hearts, but what people talk about more are the secret materials in his private collection.

Such things as a bathing photo of a certain president's wife, a "blockbuster" of Kennedy and Monroe, the truth behind the assassination of Kennedy, and whether there were really aliens in Roswell, etc.

Even now, these are still big secrets that can make people's eyes pop out.

Although due to the confusion of the timeline, Hoover had already died when Mason did these things in this world, and it is unknown how he broke through the FBI's layers of security and found these materials.

But as Rossi said, in today's era, those once influential figures have long passed away, various conspiracy theories have emerged one after another, and some secrets have long been hyped up.

Not to mention that Mason only had some microfilms in his hands. Even if the originals were decrypted and released to the public, it would be hard to say whether the sensational public opinion would last for a week. At least that's what Jack thought.

"I know you don't have any good feelings towards the FBI, and I don't expect you to have much trust in a small agent like me, but you can put forward your conditions first instead of being so anxious to go back to prison."

Jack looked seriously into the old man's eyes and said, trying to express his sincerity.

"OK, take me to the Fremont Hotel and get a suite. I want to take a hot shower, shave, and get me a comfortable suit." Mason agreed very readily.

"As you wish, sir." Jack checked the time. "But we only have two hours before we have to go on a mission. If you have any other requests, please let us know."

"Then give me another haircut." Mason shook his "flowing" long hair.

"He just agreed to it?" When Jack returned to the monitoring room next door, Chief Womack's face was full of disbelief.

Jack shook his head and laughed, "No, sir, he didn't agree. He just played a trick. Didn't you see that he tore up the pardon document? He never thought that he was secretly imprisoned for so many years because he was guilty."

"So what are you going to do?" The director looked at the young man in front of him with confusion, who still looked confident.

"He wants to take care of himself and wear a suit because there is someone he wants to meet. Am I right?" Jack looked at his director with a forced smile.