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

Chapter 1468 A sudden turn of events
Through Finch's narration, everyone learned about his and Root's whereabouts over the past few days.

While Reese was protecting Leon Tou, and while Jack and Jenny were rushing to Texas, Root also did a lot of things while holding Finch hostage.

To be fair, Ms. Gen is indeed a genius, a criminal genius who is proficient in computer technology.

About two years ago, during a scam, Gen accidentally discovered Finch's existence and some of his amazing abilities.

At that time, Finch had no helpers, no partner like Reese, and no FBI or NYPD agents like Jack to cover up his tracks.

He tried to help those “irrelevant numbers” in an extremely cautious but rather clumsy way, and while most of his attempts failed, there were a few successes.

Simply put, as the mastermind behind a fraud ring, Gen discovers that every step he takes is anticipated, leading to his ultimate failure.

Given that all the plans were stored in his mind and there was no possibility of leakage, Gen sensed that something was amiss.

This piqued her interest, so she spent nearly two years digging deeper, and the results she obtained were absolutely ecstatic.

“Regarding this, I would like to ask Ms. Sam Groves to elaborate.” Jack looked at Root, who was still bound by straitjackets, but whose expression was becoming increasingly relaxed and cheerful.

"Is that hard to understand?" Root seemed to have found a kindred spirit, with a certain smugness. "I know that the government has been trying for years to build all sorts of secret projects to protect those helpless lambs, or rather, to maintain their rule."

For example, 'Prism', 'Starwind', 'Genesis' and so on, I thought they would never succeed, until I accidentally discovered 'Project Polaris' and the name Nathan Ingram in a document.

I then conducted further investigations and found his and Harold's names on the list of victims of a terrorist attack.

Oh, by the way, Harold was still using the surname Warren back then, but could you have been a little more explicit? Should Warren (meaning wren) be changed to Finch (meaning sparrow)?

As she said this, she licked her lips and looked at the water glass on the table.

“Let her go. Ms. Groves isn’t a professional agent. The reason she treated her that way before was because of her indifference to the lives of ordinary people.” Jack nodded to Hannah sitting next to her.

He wasn't really comfortable just handcuffing this girl before, plus he had a little bit of a vengeful streak. The injury on his leg meant he had to pretend to be lame for at least five or six days, which was really annoying.

“Actually, I prefer to be called Root.” Root, having removed his restraints, didn’t rush to grab the water glass on the table. Instead, he looked intently at someone. “I’m curious, how did you find out my true identity?”

Jack threw the 20-year-old photo in front of her. "We found your friend Hannah. On the day we left Bishop, her father and the townspeople gave her a respectable funeral."

The slightly cynical smile suddenly vanished from Gen's face. She reached out and picked up the photograph from the table, her fingers gently stroking the sweetly smiling Hannah in it, her eyes glistening.

"I should thank you no matter what."

The sad expression on Gen's face didn't last long. She sniffed, picked up the water glass on the table, and drank it all in one gulp. Although her voice was still a little hoarse, she regained her previous faint smile.

"So, it was it that led you to Hannah?" "Sort of." Jack shrugged, not giving a direct answer. He would ask Finch about certain details privately later.

As we all know, another signature was found in a strange government contract she had found, priced at one dollar. It belonged to Denton Weeks, who was then the deputy director of the CIA.

In a high-end restaurant, she drugged Weeks' lover in full view of everyone, sent her to the hospital, and stole her phone.

Then Root took Finch to the villa where the two were having their private meeting and sent a message to Weeks.

Weeks, who had fallen into the trap, was hung from the rafters all night and then given a whole pint of sodium thiopental.

Of course, this tactic was clearly not enough to subdue a veteran CIA agent, so Root used a little trick, pretending to leave to refuel the car, so that Finch could help Weeks get out of trouble.

It must be said that Root's gentle and weak appearance was very deceptive. When she returned to the villa, Weeks easily ambushed her and "knocked" her to the ground. He then took Root's pistol and interrogated Finch about the "machine".

"Wait a minute." Upon hearing this, Jubar raised his hand to indicate that he had a question.

“If I remember correctly, you were the one who developed and completed the ‘machine’ and it was eventually sold to the government by your friend Nathan Ingram for one dollar.”

If Weeks was involved in that deal, why would he turn around and interrogate you about the secrets of the 'machine'?

Before Finch could answer, Gen scoffed, "Isn't the answer obvious? An incompetent yet ambitious fellow, the very kind of guy Finch entrusted the 'machine' to back then."

However, everyone's eyes remained fixed on Finch, wanting him to say the answer himself.

"I did have this concern back then, worrying that the 'machine' was entrusted to the wrong person, and in fact, that was the case. I was warned when the 'machine' was still in the testing phase that someone was trying to take control of it remotely."

"And among those people was the name Denton Weeks." Finch replied calmly.

"So you designed the 'machine' as a black box, which cannot be modified remotely unless you can access its server, but the location of the server itself is highly confidential."

As long as this project isn't given any code name and is disguised as a project under another guise, these servers can be hidden anywhere in this country, is that correct?

Seeing Finch nod slightly, Jubar breathed a slight sigh of relief, as did the others.

Only Jack remained, looking at Finch with a half-smile. "Is this why you only sent the location signal at the last minute? Ms. Root wanted to use Weeks to extract this secret."

And you, you merely went with the flow, using Weeks to tell this secret to Ms. Root, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious. It was truly a brilliant battle of wits.

The sound of Jack clapping softly echoed in the room, as if he were cheering, or perhaps mocking.

(End of this chapter)