#1295 - Forced continuation of the plot

Jack held Simon's shoulders tightly with one hand to prevent him from accidentally falling because of his weak legs.

Although seducing a married woman is indeed abominable, it is not a capital crime, at least according to the current moral values ​​of Americans. Besides, he did not succeed in the end.

So Jack just planned to scare this guy as Harry requested.

"You must have made a mistake. I'm not a terrorist. You've arrested the wrong person. I'm innocent." Simon felt the cool night breeze blowing the hair on his legs, and his legs trembled and sweat broke out.

"You think you can fool me so easily, Carlos, you son of a bitch!" Jack pushed him deliberately, scaring the guy so much that he howled like a ghost again.

"I swear to God, my name is Simon, not Carlos, I'm just a used car salesman, please let me go, I won't tell anyone about today"

Simon was crying so hard that his nose and tears were running, but the next second he was horrified to find that Jack had taken off the mask on his face.

"Ah! Ah! No, I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything! Don't kill me to silence me! Please!"

Jack looked back speechlessly at Jessie who had come to join in the fun. She was still wearing the mask. She originally came to play the role of a cold-blooded "killer", but now she lowered her head, and her shoulders couldn't help but tremble slightly. It was obvious that she was having a hard time holding back her laughter.

"Ah, it's you!" Simon, who had secretly glanced at Jack, was suddenly overjoyed, obviously recognizing the mustache and square chin he had seen yesterday. "By the way, do you still want that car? I can give you a 20% discount."

He is surprisingly dedicated. Faced with such a funny guy, Jack felt like he couldn't continue acting.

"Stop pretending. You are a spy. Selling cars is just your disguised job. We have been tracking you for a long time and spent a lot of federal funds. Do you think we will give up so easily?"

But at this moment, Jie Qian suddenly got into the role and threatened in a low voice.

Simon subconsciously wanted to kneel down, but was lifted up by Jack again. His facial features were distorted with fear, and with tears streaming down his face, he looked disgusting and pitiful.

"Please, I'm just a car salesman, I have nothing to do with terrorism. I'm actually a coward, I will..."

Then he saw Jessie pull out her pistol and wave it in front of her.

Simon's eyes immediately turned cross-eyed, his head turned around twice following the muzzle of the gun, and finally a snot bubble burst out of his nostrils, "Oh my God, don't kill me, I'm really not a spy.

I'm nothing, I'm a coward, I can only get into bed with women by cheating, and I haven't succeeded many times because my brother is too young. "

Before he finished his words, there was a sound of dripping water. Jack and Jessie turned their heads and looked down at the same time, only to see that the stream had formed a small pool of water at his feet.

Simon's cries even echoed above the deserted dam. "Oh my God, have you ever seen a spy who pees on himself? Huh? Please let me go. There's no need to waste bullets on trash like me. Please!"

Jack smiled bitterly and shook his head at Jessie, then pulled her back to the side of the road with a look of disgust. "Alright, alright, take care of yourself. Don't play those spy games again."

But he didn't expect that this guy was still trembling and trying to pull Jack's arm, "No, no, you guys are lying to me, right? I know that as soon as I turn around you will shoot, just like in the movies."

Impatient Jessie fired a few shots at his feet, "Get lost, trash."

Just like a common scene in western movies, Simon breakdanced on the spot. When he came to his senses, he saw the red taillights of the Audi R8 disappearing into the night.

——

It was still the underground meeting room of "Omega", and it was still Harry, Jack and Gibson.

Fun is fun, noise is noise, but business cannot be delayed. Although the various departments under the DHS (Department of Homeland Security) have only passed back some ambiguous intelligence, one thing can be confirmed when combined: "Dark Jihad" does want to cause trouble in the United States.

All the currently known backbones of this organization, both domestic and foreign, have disappeared. Intelligence indicates that they are likely to be gathering in a small country in the Caribbean for a so-called "final battle."

"The CIA's investigation into the nuclear bomb still yields nothing?" Jack asked.

Gibson shook his head with a bitter face. "At least it's not a big gain. The European Department sent a large number of agents to conduct a dragnet search of all Greek ports using special equipment.

However, because the USS Ronald Reagan had just sailed through the Mediterranean Sea some time ago, the radiation readings at monitoring stations along the way had been regularly off the charts, making the investigation very difficult.”

"The Reagan leaked again?" Jack didn't seem surprised at all.

"Anyway, the Navy hasn't admitted it." Gibson shrugged and continued.

"We suspect that the nuclear bombs have been secretly shipped to the United States again. We have notified the Coast Guard to strengthen patrols and asked all ports along the Atlantic coast to strengthen monitoring of nuclear radiation. Don't worry, those are three 15,000-ton thermonuclear warheads. It's not that easy for them to get in."

Harry and Jack were not as optimistic as Gibson. Although the base radiation value would be high wherever the nuclear bomb passed, that was only limited to the environment where it was left for a long time.

The three missing W-80s are all relatively new models, which means that the nuclear fuel inside is well preserved and there is no possibility of leakage, but it also means that it is relatively difficult to detect.

"What about the FBI?" Harry looked at Jack.

The military has also recalled Team A and Team B of DEVGRU, and they will be on 24-hour standby after a two-day rest period.

"So all we have to do now is wait, right?" Harry stroked his chin, looking thoughtful.

Jack had a bad feeling in his heart. Could it be that at this time, this guy was still interested in watching his wife striptease? What kind of forced continuation of the plot was this?

Sure enough, Harry winked at his partner and said, "Then let's proceed according to the plan. Since Helen needs an exciting spy adventure, I will assign her a mission."