"Look up all the people John McClane has offended, regardless of skin color, gender or age!"
When John McClain and Dees entered the police station, the chief was speaking loudly.
The director is not an idiot either.
Through the bomber's teasing of John McClane, he guessed that the murderer was probably someone he had arrested or offended before, or maybe their family member, who had come back to take revenge.
"This guy is probably mentally ill, a megalomaniac. He imagines that he can dominate everything and control John McClane's actions, thoughts, feelings and even thinking!"
In the director's office, a psychologist is analyzing why the bomber asked John McClain to hang up a sign in a black community to cause trouble.
"Sounds like an admirer of mine. Would you like to send me flowers?"
John McClain and Dees were dressing their wounds and laughed at themselves after hearing the psychologist's analysis.
"Everyone knows that you are sloppy because of your divorce. I didn't expect that a man would like you." Hearing John McClain laugh at himself, the director laughed.
"Director, you are still joking at this time." John McClain shook his head, "I want to know why this guy is targeting me. Is it because I am more handsome than him, or have I really offended him and now I am back to take revenge."
"I don't know." The psychologist shook his head and said:
"I only know that if this guy really wants to hit you, hanging signs in the black community is just the beginning. He will also call you, order you, direct you, and let you dance to his rhythm. I hope you press He asked for it to be done or it probably would have been done.”
"Do I have to obey him?"
Regarding the psychiatrist's words, John McClain became a little impatient and said, "If he asked me to take off my clothes and let him do it, would I have to lie on the ground and let him do whatever he wanted?"
"It depends on your choice."
The psychiatrist shrugged and was amused by John McClain's question. He turned back and looked at the director and said, "The guy who called is arrogant. Simon is probably not a fake name but his real name."
"Real name." The director heard this and looked at the person in charge of the heavy eucalyptus team.
"Simon Robber was arrested for kidnapping in 1979 and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. He was paroled two months ago because of his good behavior."
When the bomb convict called Simon for the first time, the head of the heavy-duty team went to investigate. Seeing the director looking at him, he quickly read out the information he found.
"Simon Robert is a businessman. He kidnapped his partner's daughter because of financial disputes. He cannot be a madman. What we are looking for is a madman, a madman who planted bombs crazily."
"A madman who knows a lot about bombs." A fat bald man in a suit walked into the office carrying a black suitcase.
This is Charlie, the police bomb expert. He has defused many bombs and is a professional. He came to John McClain and said, "We found this in the playground. It's a very professional thing."
As he spoke, Charlie, the fat bald man, placed the suitcase heavily on the table.
"If you put it like this, you won't worry about it exploding." Looking at the fat man's rough movements, the director couldn't help but remind him.
"Don't worry, this stuff hasn't been mixed yet. It won't explode." The fat man shook his head and opened the suitcase to let everyone see what was inside.
A simple detonation device, the most obvious is the two plastic pillars in the middle, filled with liquid.
"This thing is very advanced. Only when two liquids are mixed will something explode." The fat man said and demonstrated to everyone.
He first sucked one of the liquids with a needle, dropped it on the table, and patted it with his shoe, but there was no reaction at all.
Then another drop of liquid was drawn through the needle.
He mixed the two liquids and turned them red, then threw them to the desk not far away.
There was a bang, and the chair in front of the desk was blown away.
Outside the office, the police officer who was unaware of the situation was shocked and cursed at the fat man, "Charlie, what are you doing and why did you blow up that chair?"
"I'm just showing you its power." Charlie shrugged and said with a smile, "This thing is very powerful, just one drop can blow up the chair.
If the two liquids in this box were mixed and turned red, the power would blow the entire police station into rubble. "
"After it turns red, how long will it take for us to react?" Hearing the power described by the fat man, John McClain took a breath. This would be troublesome, so he asked hurriedly.
“I don’t know.” Charlie shook his head and said calmly, “It could be an hour, it could be a minute, it could be a few seconds, it’s all possible.
Once you find them fused, you're better off somewhere else if in front of you. "
The fat man shrugged, "Whether you can escape depends on your luck."
"This thing is very rare, it shouldn't be difficult to find." Looking at the liquid in the box, the director frowned and asked.
"Already checked."
When Charlie found the bomb, he had it checked.
The director just finished speaking.
The inspector of the heavy eucalyptus team came in and reported, "The two liquids that were stolen from the Li Wenwo laboratory last weekend were stolen."
"How many are there? Can we make another bomb of this size?" John McClain asked curiously.
"Unfortunately, a lot of liquid was stolen." The inspector of the heavy duty group shrugged and said helplessly, "Two thousand pounds!"
"Two thousand rods can make hundreds of these." Hearing the amount of stolen liquid, the fat man took a breath and said hurriedly,
"There are many ways to detonate this bomb, including radio, electronics, lighters, etc., if these bombs are dispersed to New York!"
Fatty did not continue, but everyone in the office was frightened by the scene he described. Once it exploded, at least half of New York would be destroyed, and tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people would be injured or killed.
"Dingling, ringing, ringing..."
The phone is ringing!
The director quickly ordered everyone to be quiet and gave a signal to the police officer responsible for tracking. The police officer immediately turned on the recording equipment and tracking and positioning equipment to prepare for tracking.
"Simon!"
After everything was ready, the director picked up the phone and asked.
"Where did we send him, but he survived by chance, how are my pigeons?" Simon suddenly asked after seemingly saying a few nonsense words.
"Pigeon!" The director was very confused.
"I had two pigeons, one white and one black, and they flew away that day." Simon said calmly.
"Doves, one white and one black, you're talking about John McClain!" asked the director.
"Here I am, who are you?" shouted John McClain, also holding the phone.
"Finally, my friend, where is your friend, the black dove." Simon said calmly when he heard John McClain's voice.
"My friend, the black dove, could it be Dis."
Looking at Dis, who was sitting outside bandaging his wounds, and Lei Weidong, who was bored and about to fall asleep, John McClain understood something.
Someone immediately called Dis in.
"Here he comes," said John McClain.
"Give him the phone, I want to talk to him." Simon said calmly.
"You made a mistake. The plan I originally prepared for John McClain was ruined by you. My friend, you saved the wrong person." As soon as Dis took over the phone, he heard Simon say on the other end.
"You can stick that plan up your ass, bastard, if you stand in front of me, I will push you down to the toilet and eat on the seat." Dis didn't care about Simon's threat at all, and started scolding him directly.
"Beep~~!" Simon hung up the phone.
"Not tracked, not enough time!" Looking at the chief's expectant eyes, the police officer responsible for tracking shook his head.
"There are hundreds or even thousands of lives involved here. You'd better pray that he comes back again." The director was very angry when the culprit was not traced, and lost his temper with Dis, thinking he was too impulsive.
"Don't worry, he will definitely call." The psychiatrist tried to smooth things over. "The reason for hanging up the phone is to prevent us from tracking him. It's not because he's swearing."
About a minute passed.
'Ding-ding-ding-ring-ding!'
The phone rang again.
The chief immediately picked up the phone and said, "Simon, that person just now is not a police officer and cannot represent us. Please don't be impulsive."
"I can't be impulsive. I just hope that something like this won't happen again." Simon's tone was still the same, indifferent, "What do you call me, child."
"I'm not a child, I'm forty years old," Dis reminded.
"Sorry, I just wanted to be humorous." Simon chuckled, "I originally wanted you to go home and not participate in my game, but now I have changed my mind. I want you to participate in this game with John McClain. !”
"We found his address. It's in Mexico State." The police officer responsible for tracking said loudly.
"I am in Australia." Another policeman said.
"He disrupted the phone system and couldn't be traced at all." John McClain shook his head and motioned for everyone to stop what they were doing and stop wasting their efforts.
Simon didn’t care at all about the police tracking call and said with a smile,
"This was a joke through the phone company. Now remember that.
I want John McClain and the black gentleman just now to go to the 72nd Street and Broadway subway station. I will call the public phone outside the station in fifteen minutes.
No police, if you don't get a call it's a failure, I will then! "
"What do you mean, take revenge on me? Did I catch you before and send you to prison, and then you came out to take revenge on me?"
As an outstanding police officer, John McClain knows that when negotiating with criminals, you must never follow the other party's lead, otherwise you will remain passive and must take the initiative in the conversation.
"If you really want revenge, why don't you come to the police station and have a duel between men with me instead of humiliating me now by asking me to play such a boring game over the phone."
"John, please stop saying a few words."
Seeing that John McClain was about to quarrel with the other party, the director signaled him to stop and started to make peace, "Mr. Simon, thank you very much for your attention to John McClain, but you know, this bastard is worthless.
He offended too many people at the police station, and even his wife left him and wanted nothing to do with him. Next month, he will go to the door to look after the door.
Now he is useless and is only one step away from being an alcoholic. He is not worth your efforts.
From your tone you sound like a smart person who can tell me what you need.
Money is still something valuable.
You know John McClane is just a bug, so you forget about it and live out the rest of your life in comfort.
"Thank you for your kindness. Unfortunately, I regard money as dirt. Even if you give me all the gold in the Reserve Bank, I will not give up John McClain.
Wait for my call at the 72nd Street and Broadway subway station in fifteen minutes.
John McClane and that friend of his had to come over.
If you don't come, you will be punished.
As for the punishment, if you have the ability, you should find the suitcase I left and take a look at the contents, then you will know what the punishment I am talking about is.
"He hung up!" John McClain put down the phone, looked at the director, and shrugged, "Director, thank you for your evaluation of me. What should I do now? Wait here or do what the other party ordered."
"This guy has gone crazy. We have no choice but to do what he said." The director shook his head, took out John McClain's police badge from the drawer, slapped it on the table, and sighed, "Now It’s all up to you, John McClain.”
"What the hell, Chief, you haven't finished what you said." John McClain shrugged and did not pick up the police badge.
"It's all up to you, Officer John McClain." The chief, who knew what John McClain meant, shook his head, threw the police badge to John McClain, and said:
"You have to leave now, otherwise you won't be able to get to the 72nd Street and Broadway subway station in fifteen minutes."
"Wait a minute, you mean, I want to go too?" Dis stood up and shook his head, indicating that he was unwilling to go there.
"You have to go, Simon asked." The director said.
"No one can ask for it. This is a matter between white people and white people. I am a black man. I must go home now. As for my losses, I will let the lawyer talk to you."
Dis shook his head, not caring about the director's attitude at all, and turned to leave.
"Des, since you don't want to cause trouble, why did you save me just now?" Seeing Diss about to leave, John McClain asked loudly from behind.
"Because you're a police officer, a white police officer, and if you get killed in a black community, 1,000 white police officers are going to come in and arrest you the next day, okay?"
Dis turned around and said loudly.
"Wait!" Seeing Diss really leaving, John McClain hurriedly chased after him.
"Director, the yellow man's identity was found. He didn't lie. He is a Hong Kong policeman or a senior police officer. He came to the beautiful country for a vacation."
John McClain had just left, and the police officer in charge of intelligence came in, pointed at Lei Weidong, who was still napping on the chair, and said.
"The reason he came back to the police station was because of an accident. The taxi he was driving was robbed by John McClain and the black people who had just left, so he had to come to the police station with him."
"Since there is no problem with his identity, let him leave. Tell him that New York is in danger and leave as soon as possible." Hearing that Lei Weidong was not in danger, the director waved his hand to send Lei Weidong away.
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