Chapter 1183 Is there poison in the wine?

The next morning, members of the Most Wanted Criminals Team appeared in the underground parking lot on the second floor below ground of a skyscraper in Dallas CBD (a city's central business district) and accurately stopped a Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

"Who are you?"

Clay and Aubrey each held down the driver and the bodyguard who got out of the passenger seat, and Jack slowly slapped his ID on the back seat window.

"Get out of the car, Mr. Andrew Kane, we need to talk."

The old guy in the car looked to be almost sixty years old. Although his hairline was precarious, he was not bald after all. His figure was also well maintained and he didn't even have much belly.

He was wearing a black handmade suit and had his hair neatly slicked back with hairspray. He looked quite powerful and regal.

But after Jack talked with Catherine Vera last night, there was only contempt and disgust in his eyes when he looked at the old man.

"Is this how the FBI handles cases now?" Perhaps because he looked too young, Andrew Kane didn't even look at Jack after getting out of the car, and spoke to Jubal.

Jubal didn't respond at all, and even took the initiative to move half a body back and stand behind Jack.

"You know about your daughter Megan, right? She must have contacted you and told you everything, because you are her real target of revenge."

Jack was deliberately vague, but judging from the other party's reaction, his judgment was obviously correct.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I will complain to your superiors. Your behavior is really rude!" The old and sophisticated Andrew Kane didn't respond at all.

Jack sneered in response, "It's ironic that Megan still has the virginity ring you gave her. What do you think of this?"

Seeing his pretentious attitude stagnate slightly, Jack struck while the iron was hot, "I know you and your daughter should have kept some kind of contact information to help us find Megan. We can not pursue your obstruction of justice."

Andrew Kane snorted and took out a business card from his suit pocket. "If you have any questions, please contact my lawyer. This very unpleasant conversation ends here."

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"Track and follow him?" Clay asked hurriedly as he watched the Rolls-Royce Cullinan disappear at the parking lot exit at a slightly panicked speed.

"That's not necessary." Jubal shook his head. "Remember Trent Rab, the man Jack saved? The suspect used his cell phone to call the landline in his own apartment."

"Huh?" Clay said he didn't understand what this had to do with the previous scene.

Jiejie sighed and went on to explain, "Tranter Rab is indeed a newbie. He used his own phone to contact Megan, and Megan obviously didn't realize it, so Alice actually knew her location."

"So what are we doing?" Clay was even more confused. "Uh, what are we doing?"

Hannah looked at Jack teasingly, "Some kind-hearted person thinks our suspect's crime does not deserve death, but the problem is that she will face at least three counts of murder.

So someone insisted on putting on an opera called King Lear when we could have just arrested her.”

Although Jack felt that Hannah's use of "King Lear" to describe the human tragedy before his eyes was not appropriate, he could not think of a more appropriate metaphor for a while.

In order to avenge her father, the daughter did not hesitate to harm herself and poison and murder wealthy people like her. This was a plot that even Shakespeare had not thought of at the time.

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The Zis Regent Hotel is a luxurious hotel with an ivory marble columned lobby. The group took the elevator to the top floor on the 36th floor.

"Act according to plan."

As the elevator door opened, Jack tapped the headset to test the call quality, and after confirming that there was no problem, he signaled everyone to disperse.

"Be careful." Hannah, who stayed behind, helped him check his bulletproof vest with some concern.

Jack was a little speechless, "Megan is just an ordinary person."

Although it is not uncommon to drown in a gutter after a strong storm, it depends on the situation.

"But she is a beautiful woman. The more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is." Hannah winked at Jack mischievously.

"Then there must be no one in this world who has more experience in dealing with this kind of enemies than me." Jack patted her buttocks covertly.

Jie Jie, who was the last one to walk out of the elevator, noticed this scene and handed the box in her hand to Jack with a pout. "Alice has tested these cameras, and there are no problems."

Then she was pinched lightly, but she couldn't help but smile.

Watching everyone disappear at the end of the corridor, Jack took out the room card and stood at the door of suite number 3605.

Following a mechanical sound, the door opened, and Jack's handsome smiling face met the eyes of Megan Kane, who was in the room with a look of surprise.

"It's not easy to find you, Megan, are you interested in having a drink with me?"

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"Ah, don't do that." Jack raised his hand to stop Megan from trying to reach out to touch the purse on the coffee table next to the sofa, then turned back and gently closed the door.

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"As a smart girl, I thought a single visit was enough to show my sincerity."

Megan lazily lay back on the sofa, wrapped only in the hotel's bathrobe, her slightly wet golden hair hanging casually on the armrest of the sofa, and her tone sounded quite bored.

"Then congratulations on catching me, Mr. Liar."

The TV she was facing was still broadcasting an interview program about the "parade shooting", which might be why she called Jack a liar.

The well-dressed guests on the show were chattering with the host about the background of gunman Micah Johnson.

He had a past that included being introverted and clumsy, being at the bottom of the class in high school, and being almost forced to retire after joining the army because he stole underwear from female soldiers.

"I don't make promises easily. After all, promises are also a kind of responsibility, which is overwhelming. But so far, I have never promised anyone something that I can't do."

Jack turned off the TV, glanced at the two glasses of red wine that had been poured on the table, picked up the bottle beside him and poured himself another glass, then asked with a smile, "There shouldn't be any drugs in this, right?"

Tetramethylene disulfone tetramine is easily soluble in water and alcohol, is colorless and odorless, and even Jack's superhuman perception cannot distinguish it in advance, so it would be very troublesome to really drink it.

Before the poison was consumed through vomiting and his own metabolism, he could only resist it by giving himself a healing spell from time to time. This was the same as being locked in a gas chamber.

"Guess?" A barely perceptible hatred flashed across Megan's eyes.