Chapter 1295 (2/2)

In the previous attack on Pearl Harbor, there have been doubts.

In the end, the U.S. got the most benefit and fattened the top class who were the main force of the war at that time.

Compared with these two incidents, the point of death in New York today is not worth mentioning.

It is not surprising that some institutions dare to sit back and watch the situation worsen, or even contribute to it.

However, no matter what interests some people want in this incident, big black pot should not rely on the police.

Luke himself is in the police station. Dustin can't bear the black pot and will be directly smashed.

So, this time, that Tagore will be captured alive by the police, and other senior officers will try their best to do the same.

If you can kill all the other middle and low-level bandits, you will not stay.

However, it's not Luke's guarantee that these bandits will live long after they leave the control of the police.

Anyway, it's all about the delivery. These people's lives have nothing to do with the police.

You do first day, I do 15! It is also due to be polite to each other.

Luke's side is thinking that the conversation in the logistics car has finally entered a substantive stage.

John faced each other's nagging, but he didn't get upset by the dispatch of the dry goods, so he went back directly: ”I only know that there's a guy named Simon who puts explosives in the whole city, and he has used ten. How can I know why he keeps staring at me!”

He turned his head to the other three and made eye contact with each other.One of them is from the FBI. The oldest white man is about 50 years old. He nods to the other two middle-aged people who are 40 years old, black and white.

The white agent with gold rimmed glasses, from the Department of homeland security, pulled out a piece of information from his bag and showed the picture above: ”you two, do you know this man?”

John and Zeus, who had been silent, looked at each other carefully and shook their heads.

Then in the next few pictures, neither of them knew anyone.

The black agent took the information, turned to the first page, pointed to the tall man in sunglasses and said, ”this man is Metis tagger, a blasting expert who has planned many air cloth attacks. And he usually collects money and works. We call him a freelancer

John stared at the picture: ”who is the woman next to him?”

”His woman, Katya,” said the blonde. It's said that Israeli agents put x bombs under their beds, but tagger didn't go back, and Katya was sent to heaven. ”

When he finished, the black agent turned the information to the second page: ”this man is from Germany, it is said that he has experience in secret service, but the German side did not admit it. His name is Peter Kruger. ”

Then they all looked at John with burning eyes, obviously waiting for his reply.

John felt wrong and asked inexplicably, ”Wow, this information is really too detailed. But what does it have to do with me? ”

The faces of the three people on the opposite side are a little strange. They make eye contact with each other for a moment. Or the old FBI man says, ”Gruber's name should have something to do with you?”

John was stunned, and Dustin, who was next to him, frowned.

John thought of some tough bearded suit man and murmured, ”Yeah, it's a little familiar.”

What suddenly came to Joe's mind when he stood by the car to guard: ”Los Angeles, the robbery of Zhongfu building?”