Chapter 1253: Captured without mercy

For a second, Jack wanted to fight back. In fact, this was not the first time he had changed the plot.

As long as Harry cooperates a little, kills these Middle Eastern people, and leaves one alive to force the whereabouts of their leader, Aziz, perhaps he can follow the clues to find the missing nuclear bomb.

But it was precisely because of the nuclear bomb, and the premise that one had been exploded in the original plot, that Jack took a second to think and then chose a conservative approach.

What if the other party is just a small fry who follows orders and knows nothing at all? Taking action now may destroy the only clue.

Jack's gaze lingered on Harry and the lady's bag in Helen's hand for a moment, then he decisively took off his holster and threw it on the ground.

Harry obviously had similar thoughts. He might not have thought as much as Jack, but he should be able to guess the other party's identity.

He knew that he had gotten himself into trouble this time. He hadn't expected that Aziz's men had actually been eyeing the suite in the Marriott Hotel that belonged to Rehnquist.

Apparently, when they were staring at Juno Skinner's office some time ago, the other party was also staring at this place, waiting for "Rehnquist" to appear.

But when Harry was pinned to the bed with his hands tied behind his back, he was still trying to bargain with the other party, "Okay, I'll go with you. Forget about these two female prostitutes. They don't know anything."

Helen, who was thinking about something, was also shouting, "Harry, don't worry, I will take care of the rest."

"Shut up, both of you!"

The four Middle Eastern men who rushed into the room were a little confused at this moment. Their superiors asked them to take everyone in the room away, and their target was naturally Harry who had killed their two companions before.

It's understandable that there are multiple women in the room, but now there are three more. Also, where did this young man and woman come from? Could this be the legendary swapping (?) popular among the upper class in Europe and America, and is it so wild?

Being simple-minded naturally has its advantages. When the bearded leader saw that all four men were under control, he did not do anything extra and waved his hand to signal to take them all away.

Go directly down the safety stairs to the underground parking lot, where a small box truck has been waiting. Although there are a lot of people, you can only squeeze in at this time.

On the runway of a small airport, a Gulfstream G450 business jet was undergoing final checks before takeoff. Next to it was a stretched Lincoln parked, which seemed to have been waiting for a while.

"Get out of the car! Be quiet!" The bearded man, whose face was deformed by the squeezing and who was forced to stick to the glass window all the way because of the crowds, pulled the car door open with force and shook the gun in his hand.

Helen, who had never been in the first-class cabin of an ordinary commercial flight in her life and always chose discounted tickets from low-cost airlines for her vacation every year, stared with surprise at this big toy that only rich people could own.

The door of the stretched Lincoln opened, and the woman who got out of the car was dressed as if she was going to attend a high-end dinner. She was wearing a high-end evening gown and high heels. She walked towards this side with a smile on her face and twisting her waist.

After seeing that his men had captured four people in one breath, the woman's smile froze slightly, then returned to normal. She walked slowly to Harry with a cat-like step and greeted him.

"Long time no see, dear, did you miss me?"

"I'd like to say I'm nice to meet you, but that's definitely not true." Harry, with lipstick marks on his lips, recognized the woman in front of him at a glance, Juno Skinner, the antique dealer.

"Do you know her?" Helen, who was standing by, immediately became alarmed.

Juno Skinner was a mixed-race Asian. Maybe in Jack's opinion, she looked just like that, but she was much younger than Helen and had a similar figure.

Seeing this scene, Jack admired a used car salesman named Simon. He didn't know whether the liar was lucky or had a good eye.

Helen dressed up specially today. Wearing a miniskirt, she looked very different from before. Except for the obvious crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, she was not inferior to Juno Skinner, who was only in her 30s.

At least this figure is not something a housewife in her forties can have.

"I didn't expect you to have such a special taste. You're interested in such an old woman."

Juno Skinner reached out and rubbed Harry's lips, "But this lipstick color doesn't suit you at all."

She glanced at Jack and Jessie, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly. "So who are these friends?"

"Shouldn't you introduce yourself first before asking others, Auntie?"

It's okay for my dad to be molested by someone, but my mom can't be humiliated by such a bitch, Jessie retorted without giving in.

Seeing Juno's eyebrows furrowed and about to explode, Jack quickly stepped forward to block Jessie, "Jack Tawole, nice to meet you. Unlike him, I mean what I say."

Meeting her would mean knowing the whereabouts of the bomb soon, and he meant it.

"Never heard of it." Juno, who was originally a little unhappy, suddenly lost her anger after seeing someone's handsome face, and reached out to touch Jack's chest.

Under Jessie's angry gaze, she fumbled for a while before pulling out a wallet from the inside pocket of her suit. After opening it, she saw the documents inside at a glance.

"Wow, I didn't expect there would be such an unexpected bonus. Such a young and handsome FBI agent will definitely be very popular on TV."

Juno smiled with satisfaction, stuffed Jack's wallet into her small bag, and returned to Harry, patting his face frivolously, "It's almost time, how about we talk slowly after we get on the plane?"

Harry was escorted onto the plane, with his hands still tied behind his back, and was fastened to the seat by the seat belt. He was still trying to make a final effort, "They are all innocent, and have nothing to do with what happened between us. Let them get off the plane and we can have a good talk."

"Really?" Juno motioned for his men to press Helen to the seat in front of him, "Then please introduce yourself, my friend."

"I'm Helen Tasker, and the man in front of you is my husband. Shouldn't you introduce yourself as well?" Helen, who was confused about the situation, sounded jealous.

"Okay, so you're Tasker now instead of Rehnquist?"

Juno ignored Harry who was leaning back in his chair and tapped Jessie with her chin with interest. "It's really interesting. Who is this sarcastic little girl?"

The girl subconsciously looked at Jack and saw him nod slightly at her, then she replied, "Jessie Tasker, they are my parents."

"What is this? Some kind of family gathering?" Juno finally pointed at Jack, who seemed "easy to talk to". "So, Agent Tawole, what role do you play in this?"