Chapter 1287 - Omega Headquarters

At Quantico headquarters, Rosie received Jack in his own independent office in the Behavior Analysis Department.

"Ms. Anderson just told me on the phone today that you just want to enjoy the holidays, have no interest in what nuclear bomb threats, and do not want to intersect with the CIA in a short period of time."

The old man deliberately frowned, looking embarrassed, "But now you want to visit the 'Omega' group and participate in their actions. Can I know what happened in this short day? ? ”

Jack sighed. Although he knew that even if he made up a reason, Rosie would not seriously care about him, he didn't need to lie about such trivial matters.

Besides, the cause of this incident was the ogre incident that Rossi helped him to collect, and he was also one of the participants.

"Do you still have the impression of the girl I saved in the New Mexico incident a few months before I joined the FBI?"

Rosie nodded inexplicably, "I remember being a very cute brown-haired girl, but she is just an ordinary female college student. I don't understand what this has to do with the topic we are talking about now?"

Jack briefly summarized his experience in Washington these two days, and heard the old man raised his eyebrows, "That is, you slept with the daughter of an 'Omega' agent and was recognized by the other party. identity?"

Although I don’t really want to admit it, this summary is quite accurate, which is a bit too straightforward.

"If this is the case, you shouldn't be more hiding from the other party. Why do you take the initiative to get in? In order to help Frank Moses solve the problem, you just had a little unhappy with some people in the CIA." Rosie expressed confusion.

Of course, I was worried about Jiexi's safety. Although she was not a serious boyfriend and girlfriend relationship, Jie was not a ruthless person.

Of course, I can't say that. Jack's eyes rolled and found a new statement, "But before I came, I thought about it, the factional relationship within the CIA is even more chaotic than our FBI, and I can't please everyone.

Since the Omega group is similar to my role between the FBI's New York office and the NYPD, I think it would not exclude the FBI's assistance, right?

It is better to take the initiative to deliver it to your doorstep than to others randomly suspect it. I'm better to investigate it privately. What do you think? ”

Rossi yelled at him twice, obviously not believing in his nonsense.

However, as a veteran who is in the mountains and rivers, Jack is quite satisfied with this aspect.

Focusing on love and friendship is a very reassuring quality. No one wants his relatives and friends to be ungrateful wolves who only look at the immediate interests.

"I'll contact you, but to be honest, the NSA doesn't know how many nuclear bomb threats to be detected on the Internet every year, so you'd better not have too much hope.

The Omega team is now a gradually marginalized department, and the terrorist threats that are truly worthy of attention will be reported to the DHS as soon as possible and will be assigned by them. ”

After hearing what Rosie said, Jack just raised his eyebrows and did not refute it.

You should know that in the movies in his previous life, Anna was a KGB at the peak of the Cold War. She really had to calculate strictly according to the timeline. Now she is at least from the old lady Victoria's generation.

This fusion world obviously does not pay much attention to the basic law. Since the information is known to be roughly in line with it and he decides to intervene, he must be cautious.

After Rosie made two calls, she got on the Audi R8 driven by Jack and left Quantico.

The old man tied up his seat belt, stretched out his right hand to the window and patted the special bulletproof steel plate on the outside of the car door, making a thumping sound, and then asked with some meaning, "It seems that you rarely see you driving that Pontiac now. Firebird, is this considered to be a bit flirting with the old and old?”

Feeling that he seemed to be pointing himself in a pun, Jack laughed and shook his head, "The Firebird is waiting for rebirth, and there is still a chance to do so."

"I don't understand what you are talking about." Rosie pointed out an address on the mobile phone map, "We go here, and the 'Omega' has replied to confirm."

Passing near Capitol Hill, the neoclassical revival-style dome building behind the Capitol is in sight. This thing often appears in many action blockbusters and disaster films as missing a corner.

The two walked into an office building with a slightly old style and registered at the front desk of a software company called "Tek". After waiting for about ten minutes, Jack met the "Uncle Gibson" again.

"Wow, the famous David Rossi." This fat middle-aged man had an exaggerated style of emotional expression, and he was a little too excited after shaking hands with the two.

Seeing that he had exchanged his names and greetings, the atmosphere between the three seemed a little awkward for a moment. Rossi looked at the staff who were coming and going around and didn't know what they were busy with, reminding him, "We are Not supposed to be”

"Oh, sorry." Gibson rubbed his hands embarrassedly and took the initiative to lead the way forward.

Taking the two into an empty conference room, Gibson took out a card and gently pressed it on an empty wall. With a click of the secret door, it opened, revealing a long white inside. aisle.

There are two cameras at each end of the passage to ensure that there are no blind spots throughout the process, but this familiar style makes Jack feel inexplicably familiar.

If it were the "Resident Evil" series, the sides of the wall should have been covered with high-energy laser beams at this moment, right?

At the end of the corridor is a frosted glass door. When the three of them walked to the door, the originally frosted mirror instantly became clear and then opened automatically.

There was a small room inside, with a expressionless middle-aged woman sitting behind an office desk, facing the door.

"Gentlemen, please verify your identity." The woman turned her head slightly toward the instrument at the end of the room, and always placed one hand under the table.

Gibson walked up to show the two of them a demonstration, pressed one hand on the palm print scanner, aimed his eyes at the pupil membrane scanning lens, and reported his identity, "Abbott Gibson, number 34991."

"We're going to do that too?" Jack was a little surprised.

"Of course, this place also belongs to the FBI department." After Rossi said that, he went up to report his FBI number and passed it smoothly.

Jack understood a little why this "Omega" group was marginalized, nominally belonged to the CIA, and maintained a certain degree of data sharing with the FBI. No wonder it was not favored by both sides at the same time.

After passing the identity verification, I entered the elevator and went down. I didn’t know how many meters underground. The elevator door opened again and saw a group of two fully armed guards.

To be honest, although such safety measures are a little old-fashioned, they are much better than Langley who Jack went to not long ago. The machine just looks reliable, and sometimes it is better to arrange a few more guards.

"This is the headquarters of our 'Omega' team. How do you feel?" Gibson stood at the door of the hall and made a gesture to the two of them.

As a result, "Arnold" just pushed open an office door and saw him, but because of angle problems, he did not find Jack and Rosie standing behind him.

"Gipson, I asked you to investigate that FBI boy. Why haven't the information been brought to you yet?"