American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1467: FBI’s cult rituals?

A large pot of fragrant fried rice was served, and Jack divided some into a stainless steel bowl.

With the command "eat" in Dutch, the dog "Little Bear," who had been drooling and eagerly waiting, didn't care about the heat and started eating with gusto, scattering rice grains all over the floor.

"Shouldn't we buy it some dog food?" Finch asked hesitantly, glancing at the golden-brown fried rice in his own bowl.

“Jie and Hannah have already fed it; consider this ‘Little Bear’s’ afternoon tea.” Jack chuckled, patting the dog’s head.

Back at the base building, the group had missed their mealtime. Jack wasn't in the mood for a big meal, so he cracked a few eggs, made fried rice with leftover rice from the fridge, and dug out a piece of leftover roast meat from the freezer. He heated it up, poured some sauce over it, and that was his meal.

Unlike Finch, Risser was not so particular. Although he had been busy finding and rescuing people, he had not missed a beat in terms of exercise and was starving. He ate with his head down, and his speed was no less than that of the "little bear" under the table.

Root was still bound by the straitjacket, looking listless like a wilted eggplant.

Jie Jie fed her with a spoon. When the food was about to reach her mouth, she did open her mouth, then mechanically chewed a few times and swallowed. She kept scanning the faces of the people in front of her with a malicious look, as if she wanted to memorize everyone's appearance.

After finishing a rather unpleasant afternoon lunch, Jack quickly tidied up the table and gathered everyone in the living room, which was more suitable for conversation.

All the people's cell phones were collected, turned off one by one, and then put into a metal box by Aubrey, which was placed in the center of the table.

Alice appeared at the top of the stairs leading to the underground parking garage and said to Jack, "The server downstairs is shut down, and the backup power is offline. Shall we turn off the main power now?"

Seeing Jack nod slightly, Alice gestured downwards, and after a buzzing sound, only the natural light streaming in from the window remained in the room.

When Clay, who was in charge of shutting off the main power switch, came upstairs, he was carrying a box in his hand. Inside, neatly arranged, were rows of candles.

As all the thick curtains were drawn and candles lit up one by one in the room, Aubrey made a rather unromantic remark, "Drawing a pentagram on the table would make it look even more like a cult ritual."

Everyone couldn't help but look at Gen, who was bound in straitjackets, with strange expressions. To be honest, putting him on the long table really gave him that vibe.

However, in reality, this whole scene wasn't really aimed at him. Seeing everyone's eyes turn to him after they were all seated, Finch, who had been pressed into the main seat by Jack earlier, shifted his position somewhat uneasyly and looked pitifully at Rither.

Unfortunately, Rither completely ignored his pleading look and said expressionlessly, "In my opinion, I should just give you sodium thiopental, but Jack said you should cooperate and tell the truth this time."

Unlike Finch, who had a gloomy face, Root recovered somewhat from his previous lifeless look after seeing everyone's attitude, and even his eyes became more lively.

Seeing that someone was still trying to "put up a futile resistance," Jack had to cough lightly and make an opening remark.

"Harold, well, sorry, or perhaps we should respectfully call you Mr. Finch."

A moral exemplar for humanity, a living saint of this world, an omnipotent creator, the architect of humanity's bright future, the guardian of anxious and helpless lambs, and the great savior.

The dramatic, melodramatic aria and the forced, ornate language gave Finch goosebumps, making him extremely uncomfortable, as if he had thorns in his backside. "Jack, I just wanted to know Ms. Root's true purpose, and in the end, I activated the tracking device in time."

Jack slammed the Smith & Wesson Bodyguard .380 caliber semi-automatic pistol that Gen had used before onto the table with a "smack," skillfully removed the magazine, and ejected the golden bullets one by one.

“I don’t want to say that a bad guy’s life is also a life. Denton Weeks’ death may have been his own fault, but given that we’ve already gotten involved in this matter, shouldn’t you have sent out a distress signal sooner?”

You might think Reese and I are invincible, but this is a train station. The five bullets left in this magazine could mean the death of an innocent person.

Jack's tone was somewhat harsh, but he did it on purpose.

Because Jack was genuinely angry, regardless of Finch's intentions, he should have activated the tracking device on his body the moment he was abducted by Root.

Instead of waiting until someone dies and the situation becomes beyond their expectations before pulling this stunt.

In fact, not only Jack, but even Reese, who had spent more time with Finch and had built a considerable trust with him, was somewhat unhappy about this.

As the saying goes, "I offered my heart to the bright moon, but the bright moon shone on the gutter," although Finch is very rich and kind-hearted, he paid out of his own pocket to hire people and even took the initiative to save the lives of innocent strangers.

But Reese wasn't really getting involved in this mess for the money. After all, with his abilities, he could easily find a drug den, double-cross it, and make enough for him and Jessica to live comfortably in their retirement.

Moreover, compared to a certain NYPD detective who had a mortgage to pay and was genuinely "poor," Finch paid Reese several times more than Detective "Bean" on his part-time job.

But aside from the money Reese kept to cover living expenses with Jessica, he donated most of it to various charities.

In other words, although Finch was nominally Reese's employer, the two were more like partners and collaborators, and of course, friends as well.

As for Jack, this uninvited guy who barged in, needless to say, there's also the wanted criminal team who were also aware of this, and the colleagues at the NYPD.

Everyone had provided selfless assistance to the "POI" duo in some way in their previous actions, not for any other reason than that they agreed with Finch's ideas.

However, apart from Jack, who had the help of his past life memories, almost everyone knew nothing about the specific details of the "machine," and Finch kept this secret very well hidden.

Riser was already quite angry about Finch's so-called "emergency plan." It turned out that this guy, as the "machine's" only contact, hadn't prepared a backup plan after the incident, but instead made Riser the "successor to the business."

“It was my fault.” After stammering for a while, Finch slumped back in his chair. “I watched Denton Weeks being tortured by Ms. Root until he was finally shot. There was indeed some dark thought in my heart.”

Jack felt relieved that Finch had spoken. He didn't expect Finch to tell him everything, but he hoped he could at least say something to restore the trust between them.

(End of this chapter)