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

Chapter 1485 Die together
At that moment, Finch walked out of the building, sweating profusely, holding his own cell phone. "Jack! I intercepted a phone call recording from Kara Stanton's cell phone. She seems to be nearby."

Jack and Jubal frowned as they checked the time on their watches or phones. Kara Stanton remotely controlled Reese and Mark Snow using her own phone, thereby operating the detonation program on their bulletproof vests.

Therefore, Reese knew the phone number she was using, and immediately informed Alice and Finch after everyone gathered to track her down.

The problem is that the key now is not finding Kara Stanton, but confirming the location of Mark Snow, the moving bomb.

Although the two standard C4 packs on this guy's body, without additional fragmentation, have limited power (totaling just over one kilogram), it is unlikely to cause a catastrophic destruction of a building.

Although Mark Snow is a CIA officer, he is not the type of person like Reese who would risk his life to protect the innocent.

Back when Reese and Kara Stanton became partners, they worked for this guy all along. But just because of mission requirements, Mark Snow easily sold out two loyal subordinates.

Although Jack still didn't quite understand why Kara Stanton wanted to kill Rither as well, after all, even though Rither had accepted the order that was actually meant for the two of them to kill each other, he ultimately didn't do it because he was soft-hearted, and was almost shot to death by her instead.

But it was only natural for her to take revenge on Mark Snow. Jack figured that if it weren't for the concern that Reese alone wouldn't be strong enough to break through the secret laboratory on the 21st floor, that guy would have been tortured to death by Kara Stanton long ago.

“Carla Stanton’s phone GPS location shows that she is currently in an alley across the street behind the building,” Finch said urgently.

"Should we go take a look?" Jack asked Jubar.

He didn't think the other person, as a professional agent, would make such a basic mistake; he figured they had probably already thrown their phone into a trash can in the alley and driven away.

However, considering the time frame, since Finch was able to intercept a call just now, it means that Kara Stanton was there at least a few minutes ago. Going over to take a look is better than just waiting around.

"Let's listen to the sound first." Jubar looked distressed. The explosion of more than 1 kilogram of C4 would be quite loud. Now he could only pray that bastard Mark Snow wouldn't go into the crowd.

Just as Jack finished counting down, "5, 4, 3, 2," a deafening explosion came from the other side of the building, and flames shot into the sky and thick smoke billowed.

Damn, so close?
Jack was also stunned. He grabbed Finch and pulled him away from the middle of the road to prevent him from being injured by falling shattered glass. He then turned to look in the direction from which the explosion came.

Unfortunately, the building was right between them and the explosion site, so they could only see people fleeing in panic toward the intersection, but they couldn't see the specific situation.

All the vehicles parked along the street emitted piercing alarms, and the fire trucks that had been waiting in the distance also immediately turned on their sirens.

Jack charged ahead and, just as he turned the corner, saw billowing smoke and flames. Across the street in a dark alley, a car whose model was no longer discernible was engulfed in flames.

At an intersection about ten meters from the explosion site, two NYPD police cars that were blocking traffic were overturned. Several officers with bloodied heads stood not far away, their eyes glazed over, seemingly still in shock.

A disfigured head rolled on the ground, its almost carbonized scalp still bearing a few strands of half-length, charred hair. Dragged along by Jubal, Finch, panting heavily, saw Jack standing motionless ahead. He was startled by the horrifying scene before him.

"This, this is."

"It should be Kara Stanton, right?" Jack's tone wasn't quite sure either, after all, he had never seen her in person. Of course, even if he had seen her in person, he probably wouldn't recognize her right now.

Although it is unknown how this head survived such a violent explosion by sheer chance, apart from a few strands of charred hair that can barely help determine the sex, the only hope for the rest is DNA testing.

Two fire trucks that were waiting nearby quickly extinguished the remaining fire. Based on some remains found in the back seat and driver's seat, it was determined that there were two people on board when the explosion occurred.
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Two days later, at the dining table in the base's small building, Rither looked at the forensic report in his hand and muttered to himself, "Looks like Snow has finally 'retired' after all."

"The trouble with ATF has been resolved as well." Sitting across from him, Jubar looked at his miserable state, his body wrapped in bandages, and after thinking for a moment, swallowed back some of his words.

The minor trouble with the ATF was actually easy to resolve. Reese and Mark Snow had parked the Ford Explorer they had stolen downstairs at the scene of the incident, and the two agents' sidearms were inside.

As for the documents, since one of them was on Mark Snow and was destroyed in the explosion, Jack simply disposed of the other one as well, and finally fabricated a case report.

Two defecting CIA agents, Mark Snow and Kara Stanton, for reasons unknown, attacked a secret Department of Defense facility in Manhattan while wearing suicide vests.

Fortunately, the FBI had been monitoring Mark Snow recently due to a strange drug case, preventing the situation from escalating further at the last minute.

In desperation, two CIA agents detonated their explosives, causing minor injuries to three NYPD officers and several innocent civilians nearby, and turning an annex building belonging to the NYU School of Law residential area across from 780 Moser Street into a dangerous structure.

After retrieving the firearms from his agents, the head of the ATF's New York office, Director Powell, returned to his usual smiling demeanor.

Since the CIA has remained silent about its own senior agents deserting without authorization, and an agent who had already been issued a death certificate dying again, it's understandable that they've remained silent.

The idea that an ATF agent was attacked by an unidentified person and then impersonated an NYPD officer is obviously untrue.

As expected of their "brother unit," the FBI made no mention of the incident in their report, simply glossing over it.

The only person injured in the whole incident was probably Reese, who broke three ribs in the previous car accident. Although it was only a minor fracture, he still had to take a break to recover.

However, Jessica and Reese started giving each other the cold shoulder at this time.

Although the stated reason was that she encountered danger but did not immediately seek help from others, everyone knew that she was jealous.

(End of this chapter)