While the investigation of the building was still ongoing, Dustin sent a message: The FBI and Homeland Security are here, and I'm in their car.
Luke wasn't too surprised.
The explosion just now had happened on Wall Street, which was too sensitive.
Also, it proved that Simon's "game" wasn't just for show. The follow-up arrangements did exist, and could be activated at any time.
At this point, the FBI and Homeland Security couldn't sit still any longer.
If this went on, even if they didn't have to take full responsibility, the people in charge wouldn't be able to bear the consequences.
It didn't matter what the higher-ups thought, but the people in charge in New York didn't have the courage to take the blame, and finally came looking for them.
Luke simply replied and asked Dustin to turn on the internet call function on his phone so that he could listen in.
Actually, Dustin had modified Luke's phone for his personal use. Naturally, he could directly enter the background and turn on the function.
But Dustin was a friend, and Luke wouldn't enter without saying goodbye unless it was necessary.
On the other side, Dustin got up and went out to make a call. He dialed a random subordinate's number and hung up after saying a few words. He then turned on the listening function and put the phone back in his pocket. He waved at John and Zeus, who were walking over. "Here."
John and Zeus had just finished rescuing Luke when Dustin called them over. Not only were they covered in dirt, they also looked exhausted and miserable.
Unfortunately, the people in this spacious logistics vehicle had hearts of stone, and didn't care about their bad luck at all. They went straight to the point and asked them what they knew about the terrorists.
Luke was multitasking as he searched Tagger and listened to the conversation in the logistics vehicle. He curled his lip.
Selina didn't have Luke's ability to multitask for a long time without interfering with each other. She simply asked, "The conversation didn't go well?"
Luke chuckled. "They want to know everything, but they don't want us to know anything."
Staring at the tablet, Selina controlled the drones to move closer and sneered. "Ha, they're still thinking about taking credit at a time like this? Aren't they afraid of bursting with sh * t? "
Luke shook his head regretfully. "That's impossible. If they're bursting with sh * t, then Dustin … Uh, why would you describe it in such an impactful way? "
Selina said, "Who told these people to be so disgusting? They're risking the lives of ordinary people for benefits. They're worse than sh * t."
Luke didn't say anything else, because there really wasn't much to say.
Even for the attack on the Twin Towers a few years ago, there were many clues that pointed to a few departments in the United States and the person in the White House. It was very likely that they knew about it beforehand.
A more sinister theory was that they had intentionally or unintentionally condoned the attack in order to increase their power.
The best outcome was that they didn't expect the consequences to be so tragic.
Because the whole world understood one thing: whoever benefited from it was the most suspicious.
Anyone who looked back at the results of that incident would understand that the possibility of this happening was extremely high.
Because since then, the White House and several intelligence agencies, which had been habitually suppressed by Congress and the people, were finally released from their necks, and their power and scope of law enforcement skyrocketed.
In the past, many things could only be carried out with the consent of many parties. Now, as long as one followed a certain law and suspected that someone was involved in the terrorist activities, they could act independently.
Moreover, this was not the first time something like this had happened in American history.
The previous attack on Pearl Harbor had also been a source of suspicion.
In the end, the United States had also benefited the most from that incident, as well as the top class who had advocated for war at the time.
Compared to these two incidents, the people who died in the New York case today were not worth mentioning.
It wasn't unusual for some agencies to sit back and watch the situation worsen, or even add fuel to the fire.
However, no matter what some people wanted to gain from this incident, they couldn't count on the Detective Bureau to take the blame.
Luke was at the police department, and Dustin couldn't take the blame either. He would be smashed to smithereens.
Thus, Tagle would definitely be captured alive by the Detective Bureau, and the other higher-ups would do the same.
As for the other low-level criminals, they would kill all of them.
However, Luke couldn't guarantee how long these criminals would be able to live after they left the Detective Bureau's control.
In any case, once everything was settled, the lives of these people had nothing to do with the Detective Bureau.
You guys do it, I'll do it! It was only right for them to reciprocate politeness.
While Luke was pondering, the conversation in the logistics vehicle finally reached a substantive stage.
Annoyed by the other party's nagging but not giving in, John retorted, "I only know that there's a bastard named Simon who's been planting explosives all over the city, and he's already used ten of them. How would I know why he's always watching me?!"
The three people in front of him turned their heads and communicated with each other through their eyes.
The oldest of them, a white man in his fifties from the FBI, nodded at two middle-aged men in their forties, one in black and the other in white.
The white agent with gold-rimmed glasses from the Department of Homeland Security took out a file from his bag and showed them a photo. "Do you know this person?"
John and Zeus, who had been silent all this time, took a closer look and shook their heads in unison.
Then, in the next few pictures, neither of them knew anyone in them.
The black agent took the file and flipped to the first page. He pointed at the tall man in sunglasses and said, "This person is Metis Tagle. He's an explosives expert who has planned many drone attacks. Also, he usually takes money to do things. We call him a freelance terrorist. "
John stared at the photo. "Who's the woman next to him?"
The man with the gold-rimmed glasses said, "His woman, Katya. Legend has it that Israeli agents planted bombs in their beds. In the end, Tagle didn't return, and Katya was sent to heaven. "
After he said that, the black agent flipped to the second page. "This man is from Germany. It's said that he served in a secret army, but the Germans didn't admit it. His name is Peter Krueger. "
Then, all three of them looked at John with burning eyes, clearly waiting for him to reply.
Feeling that something wasn't right, John asked in bewilderment, "Wow, this file is really detailed. But what does it have to do with me? "
The three of them had strange expressions on their faces. They exchanged glances for a moment, before the old FBI man said, "The name Gruber probably has something to do with you, right?"
John was stunned, and Dustin's eyebrows twitched.
A certain troublesome bearded man in a suit popped up in John's mind, and he mumbled, "Yeah, sounds familiar."
Joe, who was standing guard next to the car, suddenly thought of something. "Is it from the Nakatomi Plaza robbery in Los Angeles?"
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