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

Chapter 1513 The Fall of Olympus (Part 10)
Inside the room, the president's speech on the television had ended, and the camera switched to the still-smoky Capitol Hill.

Although it was late at night, the disaster site was still brightly lit, with several drones imported from Seres hovering in the air with long cables trailing behind them, providing ample lighting for the search and rescue operation.

People were carrying stretchers out of the ruins from time to time, and almost every stretcher that appeared in front of the news channel's helicopter camera was covered with the Stars and Stripes.

Three intruders who stormed the White House were tied to chairs with their backs to the television.

Jack had already removed the masks from their faces. The shortest one was an Asian with single eyelids and curly hair, the tallest one was Black, and the last one to be taken down was White. The skin color combination was quite interesting.

All three men had their mouths stuffed with the smelly socks Jack had taken off their feet. Except for the Asian man, who looked somewhat terrified, the other two men wore expressions of resignation to their fate.

"Tell me, what organization do you belong to? Who is the leader?" Jack held the dagger to the lewd Asian man's face, scaring him so much that he shook his head frantically and kept making whimpering noises.

Seeing that his crotch was instantly wet, Jack disgustedly released the guy, walked over to the white man, and squatted down. "Confess honestly, and you still have a chance to spend the rest of your life in prison."

The white man held his head high, staring fiercely at Jack, and almost the instant Jack took off his smelly socks, he tried to cry for help.

Unfortunately, Jack was faster, plunging the knife directly into his ribs and twisting it around. The ripped lungs silenced any cries he hadn't yet uttered.

The excruciating pain caused the creature's entire body to convulse involuntarily, like a grass carp about to be chopped into sashimi on a cutting board.

The four chair legs screeched against the ground as he struggled, but Jack quickly stepped on them.

Jack did not immediately pull out the dagger. Instead, he waited for the blood to slowly fill his lungs before slowly pulling it out halfway and gently prying the back of the blade to allow the blood to flow out through the wound.

Jack, who was looking at the other person with a cold smile, subconsciously touched his lower abdomen, where there was an inconspicuous little hole. A few hours ago, he almost became one of the corpses in the lobby upstairs.

This guy is about to die, and it's an extremely painful way to die. The nerve signals cause the muscles in the wound to contract desperately, blocking the wound while also allowing blood to slowly fill the lungs again.

However, it would still be quite some time before he completely suffocated and lost his life, because Jack's knife technique was very measured, and the blood in his lungs did not accumulate quickly.

Bubbly blood kept gushing from the other man's mouth and nose. He couldn't make a sound louder than coughing. The scene was both despairing and terrifying.

When the socks were removed from the black man's mouth, and Jack, who was still smiling, appeared, his previous arrogance had vanished. He even wisely held his breath, not daring to breathe too loudly.

"It seems you're willing to cooperate now?"

Before Jack could finish speaking, the other person nodded frantically, even managing a pitiful smile, his distinctively white teeth standing out prominently in the dim indoor light.

Jack moved the two chairs so that he was face to face with the Asian face that had been terrified earlier, and then repeated the question from before.

“My name is Benjamin, and I’m a member of ‘Always Vigilant.’ Our boss is Michael Collier, and this yellow-skinned monkey belongs to President Seres’ security team.”

The big black man's words made Jack frown. He reached out and took the sock from the mouth of the sleazy Asian man facing him, and asked suspiciously, "Did you tell him you're a Seres?"

"This guy is an idiot; he has no idea what we Han people are like."

Jack understood instantly, casually stabbing the man in the thigh with a knife. Just as the man cried out in pain and opened his mouth, Jack stuffed the sock back in, then turned to the big black man and gestured for him to continue, "Tell me what you know." "We, 'Always Vigilant,' are the embodiment of justice, opposed to federal tyranny."

Jack swiftly pulled the dagger from the Asian man's thigh and pointed it at the big black guy, who immediately shut up.

Jack was somewhat surprised to hear the name "Always Vigilant" from this guy.

In the past six months, "Always Vigilant" has been quite active, not only spreading rumors online about the NSA's various "crimes" of surveilling the public, but also recruiting a large number of people with huge sums of money from unknown sources, and even purchasing a lot of weapons.

However, judging from the results of previous joint operations between Omega and the FBI, although the identities of the organization's top leaders are somewhat mysterious, the organization at the lower levels is generally not well-organized and can even be described as a mixed bag.

While there are countless militia organizations within the federal government, most are makeshift operations. After all, the FBI is not to be underestimated; those with a clear platform and organization have long been targeted, such as the infamous "Black Panther D."

The "constant vigilance" displayed by these extremist groups is not particularly noticeable. If it weren't for the fact that the weapons discovered during a joint operation were somewhat "powerful," they wouldn't even be on some lists.

"So what exactly is your relationship with 'Desima'?"

As soon as Jack asked the question, he stared intently at the big black man, but to his disappointment, the man's blank expression didn't seem to be an act.

"Then tell me why you attacked Washington, D.C."

However, to Jack's surprise, the big black man's explanation only made things worse.

According to Benjamin, he was a logistics sergeant in the Union Army and lived in the suburbs of Memphis, Tennessee after his discharge. He eventually chose to become a mercenary in South Africa because he could no longer bear the poverty.

As soon as he arrived in South Africa, the private security company he had contacted in advance declared bankruptcy. Having used all his savings to buy his round-trip plane ticket, he became a homeless person as soon as he landed in Port Elizabeth.

Three months later, Michael Collier, who called himself the leader of "Always Vigilant," found Benjamin, who was ready to take the plunge and rob a bank.

He not only knew Benjamin's military service history, but also seemed to know a lot about his current situation. In the end, he offered a price that was hard for him to refuse - $50, with a down payment of $10.

At first, Benjamin was somewhat skeptical, but after receiving $2 in cash and a bank card with $8 in it, he followed Collier to a strange training camp in the area without a second thought.

There were about a hundred people in the training camp, almost all of them were down-on-their-luck American soldiers like him, and the training objective was the same: to practice attacking a three-story building.

In addition to training, there are people specifically responsible for "brainwashing" them, the content of which is nothing more than what Benjamin just subconsciously said.

Naturally, some people noticed something was amiss, since although the building wasn't painted white, it was almost a one-to-one replica of the White House.

But soon those who had dissenting opinions, were secretly plotting, and wanted to escape were all exposed, because the camp was full of surveillance cameras, even the toilets and bathrooms.

Benjamin didn't know where those people went afterward, but every time someone was taken away, new people were brought in, and the size of the entire training camp remained around a hundred people.

Five months later, Collier reappeared, bringing with him a group of Asian faces to train with them.

(End of this chapter)