Chapter 896 The beginning of chaos

After everyone chatted for a while, Kim was so happy that she hugged Alexis, her new friend, and cheered when she heard that her father had given her a chance to become a star and that she was in the same company as her idol Leila.

Cassel knew what Jack was secretly tossing about, and as a relevant practitioner, he was somewhat disapproving of this ambition to build a new entertainment empire.

He knows very well how difficult it is to avoid the encirclement and suppression of established companies with massive resources and embark on a new track.

The short drama project is indeed very popular now, and it can be regarded as a dark horse, but there are so many dark horses that hit the wall and die every year, just like the ebb and flow of startups in Silicon Valley.

When everyone is talking about which "unicorn" companies have emerged this year and talking about terms such as IPO, no one cares about those companies that are not optimistic about investors and ultimately lack funds. An unknown company that fell silently.

After all, friendship is friendship and business is business. As a well-known writer with more than ten best-selling books, Cassel's most correct choice is to wait for the price.

Of course, Jack had no intention of forcibly monetizing the friendship between the two. All he wanted was the rights to adapt a few not-so-famous novels in Cassel's hands.

There were too many people interested in "Heat Wave," the first book in the Nicky Hitt series that Cassel had just hit. Although he and Chris had just made a fortune, the money was not spent that way.

Specific copyright negotiations naturally involved professional business personnel and lawyers sent by Chris. Progress was slow, but Jack was not in a hurry. Nothing can be accomplished overnight in the initial stage.

Not long after, Rhett appeared backstage with Lila. Kim got her wish and got the autographed photo she had longed for. The two girls immediately set their sights on Cassel.

"OK, let's go meet the rock queen together." Cassel smiled and shrugged, and led them to find the staff to inquire about Joan Jett's lounge.

"Do you want to take a day off tomorrow? Spend some time with your daughter." Jack asked Brian who was driving the car after putting Laila in the car.

"The day after tomorrow. Kim will go to a science fair tomorrow. I will put Laila on the plane tomorrow and I will return to Los Angeles one day later."

From the moment he saw his daughter, the smile on Brian's face never disappeared. He was a standard slave to his daughter.

After a silent night, Jack's part-time job as a temporary bodyguard came to an end. He leisurely spent half a day in the office, and continued to work on his vegetable garden at noon.

Several pumpkins had already produced fruit as big as a fist, and he added a little more fat, hoping that these pumpkins would grow up quickly and could be used to make jack-o'-lanterns on Halloween.

Pumpkin is a good thing, it is also good for stewing millet porridge, and stir-frying melon seeds can also be used for cracking.

As a result, the mission came in the afternoon. A murder had just occurred in the NYPD 12th Precinct where Cassel's muse and Detective Beckett were located. When they were tracing the identity of the deceased, they found a large number of guns and ammunition from the apartment where he lived. and suspected spying devices.

Considering that the deceased was a Saudi national and worried that the case was related to terrorists, the NYPD notified the FBI of the situation.

When this happened, Dana Moger naturally thought of Jack immediately and called him directly to ask him to find out about the situation as soon as possible.

When Jack drove the Dodge Hellcat to the 12th Precinct, he met Cassel and Beckett discussing the case in the coffee room.

"What's going on?" Jack drooled in envy as he took the photo from Beckett and looked at the dazzling array of guns displayed on it.

Since arriving in New York, the progress of his personal gun collection has been stagnant. The small farm Chris bought for him now remains unchanged except for a "fallout shelter" underground.

The Gatling that Jack used to show off his power is now back in Chris's hands. To be precise, it has entered the secret arsenal of the Wolf brothers.

After the collapsed building was rebuilt, because there was no one at home all year round, he could only temporarily leave the arms he collected in Los Angeles to the two brothers for safekeeping, including the weapon produced in a large eastern country. LG5A grenade sniper rifle.

There are not many weapons in the photos, but the handles are all high-quality, such as the German HK433 assault rifle, the AX308 sniper rifle produced by British Precision International, and the American Tallan Tactical Innovations JW4 TTI Viper pistol, etc.

"Did you stab a killer or a gun enthusiast's home?" Jack couldn't help but marveled, especially the two JW4 TTI Viper pistols. He had only seen them once in "John Wick 4" in his previous life. In reality, I haven't had a chance to touch it yet.

"It could also be a spy." Cassel handed Jack a cup of coffee. "Kevin and Esposito also found a lot of eavesdropping and tracking devices."

"So you haven't confirmed the identity of the deceased yet?" Jack saw that it was American, and after taking it, he added double the sugar.

"We know his name, Hashim Farooq, a student at Columbia University with a military background and a former commando in the Saudi special forces."

Beckett handed the information with the photo to Jack and continued, "There is also his financial situation. A Swiss bank will remit $50,000 to his account every month."

"Oh, he's 25 years old and a sophomore? Have you asked his classmates?" Jack quickly finished reading a few pages of thin information, and had no idea for the time being.

"I just talked to a few of his classmates, and it seems that no one has noticed Hasim in class, or even knows who he is. This guy is like an invisible man." Beckett shook his phone.

On the other side, Cassel has begun to use his imagination as a writer, "He is hiding in plain sight, a foreign agent who is hiding deep and performing some special investigation missions."

"Then he was killed because he shot at a van driving at high speed. If such an agent is written into a novel, readers will spray him to death, right?"

Jack returned the case information he had read to Beckett, and complained with a rather venomous tongue.

"Wow, look who's here, long time no see, FBI boy, oh, by the way, should I call you Supervisory Agent Tavol now?"

Esposito walked into the coffee room and bumped fists with Jack with a smile, then handed the information in his hand to Beckett.

"Kevin is still looking for the van that caused the accident through traffic surveillance, but things about Hasim are getting weirder and weirder." He snatched the coffee that Cassel hadn't had time to drink, moistened his throat and continued.

"The technicians checked the surveillance equipment in his apartment, and the connected eavesdropping device was installed in another luxury apartment less than 800 meters away from his home."