#1292 - track

However, after Jessie put down her hands and revealed her face that had been covered, Jack was surprised to find that he did not see any sad expression on her face, and she even looked a little relieved and secretly happy.

"If that's the case, then he has no reason to stop me from becoming an FBI agent?"

Girl, is your focus a little off?

Although Jack knew that this girl was extremely stable emotionally when he first encountered the cannibal, to be honest, apart from Hannah, Jessie was the most caring girl he knew.

"So, what about your mother?" Jack asked cautiously.

After lunch, the two returned to his hotel suite. There were fewer concerns when chatting privately, so Jack asked whatever he thought of.

"She must have been deceived, or it must be a misunderstanding." Jie Qian's face seemed to be written with the words "No one knows a mother better than her daughter." "My mother is just a stupid housewife. She has always loved my father, there is no doubt about that."

Jack had never experienced marriage in his two lives, but the girl's answer puzzled him. He didn't understand why she was so sure.

"Well, my mother is a very conventional person. You can say she is simple or stupid, but she is indeed a very traditional American woman.

Well, I'm not talking about the '60s and '70s hippie days, but the older, more Southern tradition, you know what I mean?"

Jack nodded to show that he understood. He was the Puritan type. It sounded like this girl's master's degree in psychology was not in vain.

So don’t worry about it at all, I’m sure they will figure it out themselves.”

The girl paused and sighed, "Even if my mother really cheated on her, that was her choice. If she really regarded this family as a shackle, then she also has the right to break free of the shackles and regain her freedom."

Jack blinked, not knowing what to say for a moment. It seemed that all the girls he knew were of this normal type, which made him swallow back all the words of comfort he had thought of before, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

"So, you don't care about your father trying to find your mother's adulterer by monitoring her phone?"

Hearing this, Jie Qian, whose head had been moving downwards until it was almost reaching someone's belly button, suddenly looked up, and her beautiful eyes became sparkling again.

"Are you talking about the kind of wiretapping that spies use?"

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Two days later, it was still noon. Jack was driving a camouflaged Ford van, listening to Gibson chattering in the back seat with a headache.

"I don't think you should use this method. Women might change their minds if you coax them. I'm reading a newspaper column about psychology research recently."

"Shut up, Gibson, turn right ahead, Jack, she's driving a red Honda and should be in front of us soon." Harry stared at the GPS tracking signal on the tablet without blinking.

After learning through wiretapping that his wife Helen would have another date with her "lover" named Simon at 1 p.m. today, Harry simply teamed up with Gibson last night and secretly installed a bug and GPS positioning device on Helen's backpack.

Applying for the latest model of equipment requires a report, but Harry fortunately did not let his anger get the better of him and risk his career at all costs. It was Gibson who used his connections to get a set of old models that were nominally scrapped.

Although this stuff can be used, the eavesdropping range must be kept within a hundred meters, so there is a scene of three people secretly following each other.

After making an obviously illegal sharp turn, the red Honda drove straight into Chinatown and stopped in front of a Chinese restaurant.

Gibson turned on the radio and bent half his body to squeeze into the front seat from the center console. "Test signal. Hmm, the radio is clear."

The speakers emitted the sound of high heels hitting the old wooden floor and the noise in the Chinese restaurant, followed by the sound of chairs rubbing against the ground, and soon a man's deliberately lowered voice was heard.

"You weren't followed?"

"I followed the anti-tracking methods you taught me. No one should be following us." Helen's voice also sounded a little nervous.

What followed was a deliberately mysterious conversation, something like, "It's an emergency, you're the only person I can trust, you're on a mission," etc.

Gibson was a little confused and frowned, wondering, "Is this guy a spy?"

Harry subconsciously looked at Jack, "Whose?"

"Maybe it's directed at you." Jack shrugged and pretended to be stupid.

The three of them continued to stop, only to hear the man continue, "Did you read the news two days ago?"

Helen asked cautiously, "You mean?"

There was a pause in the conversation, and after the rustling sound of newspapers being opened and folded, the man's voice sounded again.

"Two Middle Eastern men died in a mall bathroom, a gunfight at the Mayfair Hotel, sometimes the news coverage will deliberately release some smoke screens to cover up the real secret operations."

The three people in the car couldn't help but look at each other, all of them feeling both amused and helpless. Could it be that this was a case of Li Kui meeting Li Gui?

"It's unbelievable that this bastard actually pretends to be an agent." Gibson laughed out loud, and even Harry, the victim, couldn't help but smile.

After a mysterious conversation, this short lunch meeting ended hastily.

Watching Helen and a short white man leave the restaurant one after another and get into their respective cars, Jack started his Ford van and followed the man's 1997 red Chevrolet Corvette (C5).

Following the beautiful red coupe to a parking lot with a used car sale sign, Jack parked the car across the street. Gibson couldn't wait to open the back seat window.

Gibson could no longer hold back his expression as he watched the other party park his sports car in the parking lot, hang a sign on the window that read "For Sale, Cash, $17,599," and walk into the office nearby with his hips twisted.

"This guy is actually a used car salesman? This is so interesting!"

Harry, who was observing the "enemy situation" through a telescope, looked at his partner with murderous eyes. The guy finally realized that something was wrong and apologized quickly, but he still couldn't help but talk nonsense.

"I'm sorry, I know you're upset, but you have to admit that this is really funny. Just imagine, if this happened to me, you would definitely laugh at me like this."

Harry turned his head and ignored his friend, but Jack clearly heard the poor telescope creaking as it was squeezed, and finally there was a bang, and the lens was actually crushed by the deformed barrel.

Feeling that if he didn't speak up, a fat middle-aged man might lose his life. Jack could only cough lightly and said, "Harry, I think you might want to talk to him."

Gibson laughed. "Good idea. Do you want me to notify the support team to come and collect his body?"

"No, someone does need to talk to him, but it's not me, it's you." Harry pointed at Jack.

"I said I'm just here to help and don't want to get too deeply involved in this matter." Jack looked innocent.

"Jessie didn't come home again last night." Harry ended the discussion with just one sentence.