Chapter 1226: The Senator Who Specializes in Murder and Silencing Witnesses

"Sniper!"

The SWAT team members who were about to set off suddenly lay on the ground.

Although it was summer, the artificial forest around the villa had obviously only been planted for a few years. Not only were the branches and leaves sparse, but the trunks were no thicker than an arm. It looked like they could hardly block a pistol bullet. When someone shouted "sniper", everyone chose to find cover on the spot.

Although Cooper roughly guessed that the shooter was probably arranged by Jack, in order not to stand out from the crowd, he also lay down behind the front of the Tahoe SUV he was driving.

As a result, just as he dodged, bullets landed near the front of the car, making the dirt road in front of him fly with mud. The firepower of the two G28Es was all concentrated on him.

"Fire! There's a fire!" someone shouted loudly.

Cooper, who was secretly complaining in his heart, was shocked when he heard the words. He quickly climbed to the back of the car and looked at the villa. He saw that the villa was already ablaze and all the curtains hanging behind the floor-to-ceiling windows were set on fire.

Finally, when the gunshots faded, Cooper shouted and called on everyone to follow him, "Go and save them!"

After waiting for a long time, the gunfire stopped temporarily, and the SWAT team members slowly got up from the ground, holding shields and covering each other as they rushed towards the villa.

"Cough cough cough cough cough." The door of the villa was pulled open, and two bodyguards half-dragged and half-carried Alexander Denning, whose face was covered in black and gray, and appeared in front of Cooper.

"Where are Frank and his men?" Cooper stepped forward and grabbed the old man. "Are they still in there?"

"Fuck you, you idiot." Alexander Denning had lost his previous cowardice and slapped Cooper's hand away. "They've already run away. Damn it, you're all a bunch of idiots."

Jack followed the two old men in the woods for nearly 20 minutes. After passing through a culvert under the road, he saw Victoria and Anna appear in front of them carrying the G28E. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

In the original plot, the person who accompanied the old lady in sniping was Frank's new girlfriend. Halfway through the run, she rolled down the hill and was caught by Cooper.

Anna's long legs are longer than most people's lives, so a few kilometers of hiking in the woods is obviously not a problem for her.

"Where is the contact you arranged?" Victoria just took a few deep breaths and adjusted her breathing rhythm. This was quite impressive. You know, even if this old lady was not 70, she must be over 65.

Just as Frank was about to speak, an old-model Cadillac with a square head and square back drove up from the road above the bridge and stopped behind the crowd.

"Ha, it seems I calculated the time just right." Ivan Shimanov, with his big belly, moved his buttocks twice with some difficulty and finally squeezed out of the cab.

He waved at a few people cheerfully, and then his sight seemed to be glued to the direction of the two "beauties", unable to move his eyes away.

Anna hid behind Jack uneasily, only to find that the old man was not looking at her at all, but the old lady next to him.

"Ivan?!" Victoria raised her hand to block the sun, her voice filled with disbelief.

"Long time no see, little bunny." Ivan smiled innocently.

"It's really nice to see you again, Ivan."

Victoria shrugged, her tone slightly distant, but even Frank, who was rather dull in this regard, could hear the excitement hidden in it.

But the bald guy was more concerned about Ivan's address to Victoria, "Did he call you little bunny just now?"

The old lady rolled her eyes. "Life is really complicated sometimes. I'll explain it to you later."

"After making sure both sides of the chicken wings are fried until golden brown, add ginger slices, salt and MSG, a little soy sauce and pepper, and then pour in cola. Yes, that's right, that's it. Finally, add a little extra boiling water, cover the lid and turn to medium heat. OK, just sit back and wait for the sauce to collect."

Under Jack's guidance, Victoria quickly completed a series of not-so-complicated operations.

When bubbles began to rise from the sauce in the pot, she turned off the stove, opened the lid, fanned it with her hand and smelled it, then took the chopsticks from Jack, dipped them in the sauce and tasted it, a bright smile like a girl appearing on her wrinkled face.

“It turns out that Chinese cooking is not more difficult than baking.”

Jack didn't know how he combined the words "wrinkles" and "girlish" together, but the old lady in front of him didn't seem to have any affectation in her every move.

I think my sisters will be like this when they get old.

Everyone returned to the small building at the base on Long Island. Jack spent more than an hour preparing a meal with Victoria.

At this point in the investigation, the situation is basically clear.

Although young Bracken was only an army lieutenant at the time, he had a good father who was also a senator.

The truth of the events in Guatemala has been lost along with the mostly blacked-out operation report, but it is clear that Bracken Jr. led his men to massacre an entire Indian village and committed war crimes against humanity.

After Alexander Denning cleaned up his mess, Bracken Jr. retired with honor and became an assistant prosecutor in New York State.

Unfortunately, the Bracken family is not an old political family, so when the elder Bracken died of illness, the younger Bracken, who was about to enter politics, suddenly lost financial support.

So he set his sights on NYPD detectives John LaGrande and Gary McAllister, who were kidnapping gang members at the time, and extorted millions of dollars from them.

After that, a series of events related to the murder of Beckett's mother occurred. It was obvious that Congressman Bracken had tasted the sweetness of success in Guatemala and had mastered the skill of killing to perfection.

When Beckett's mother and her lawyer colleagues wanted to investigate the matter, they were brutally silenced. Some time ago, Beckett reopened the investigation, and Congressman Bracken's killer followed them and killed people along the way, and those who knew the truth were once again silenced.

At the same time, Stephanie Chen, a reporter from the New York Times, somehow found out about the earlier Guatemala incident. Congressman Bracken's response strategy was still to kill, kill, and kill. He even called in CIA personnel, and finally killed Frank.

All of this is for next year's presidential election. As the running mate of the Donald Trump presidential candidate, Bracken absolutely cannot have these negative stories exposed at this time.

Of course, there are still many details that are unclear, but the arrival of Jack's female boss, Dana Moger, provides everyone with the last piece of the puzzle.

"The CIA sent us the investigative materials about Cynthia. Guess who recruited her from the FBI to the CIA?"

"Alexander Denning, right? I guess his cooperation with Bracken has actually been going on." Jack brought the last piece of Mu Shu pork out of the pot to the table and invited everyone to sit down and eat.