The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol

"I don't see how massacring dozens or millions of people can give peace to those who died under your command. It's not even an act of war.

With all due respect, this crazy behavior is purely for your own selfishness and to give you a certain degree of self-comfort in your heart, and you, General, are just a desperate idiot in my opinion. "

When Mason said these words, Jack's body tensed up subconsciously. He did not expect that the old guy would dare to say so. If it caused the other party's anger, he would have to use the worst strategy in advance.

Unexpectedly, Hammer laughed instead of getting angry, as if he was addicted to arguing with the old British man in front of him. "The tree of freedom must always be watered with the blood of patriots and tyrants. This is what Thomas Jefferson said."

"Oscar Wilde also said that patriotism is an evil virtue." Mason's answer, also quoted from a celebrity, almost made Jack laugh out loud.

Thomas Jefferson was the third president of the United States and the drafter of the Declaration of Independence. Together with George Washington and Benjamin Franklin, he is regarded as the three founding heroes of the United States and is comparable to the founding fathers.

The problem is that Mason is an Englishman. The moment the colonists in the New World started the War of Independence with a cry for freedom, it was naturally the beginning of treason for Britain.

The background of Oscar Wilde's words is even more interesting. He was an Irishman born in Dublin, and the country he spoke of was precisely the United Kingdom, which was facing the Great Famine in Ireland and did nothing to save it.

History is so interesting. Patriots or traitors have different meanings when spoken by people with different identities.

Hammer, who had not been angered just now, finally couldn't bear it anymore and punched Mason hard in the ribs.

The old British man's body was quite strong. He quickly straightened up again and said jokingly, "Thank you for supporting my point of view with your actions."

Jack really wanted to say that he planned to rely on his sharp tongue to delay time, and did not intend to resist with his body. As a result, the scene was completely stolen by the old man Mason, and he had no choice but to change his strategy.

"Your Excellency General, I implore you to consider the suggestion I just made. Since you are a general who loves his soldiers, you should be able to see the current situation clearly. Everything is over. Why not leave a way for the soldiers who follow you? "

Jack pointed to the sky as he spoke, "Drones and satellites are watching us. Everything that happens here is invisible. The reason why the Air Force bombers did not appear immediately is because there are still many people who believe that you are a true patriot." who.

The Pentagon has always believed that you, with your outstanding achievements, are by no means the kind of person who kills innocent people indiscriminately. "

"That's because they underestimated my determination." Hammer looked at his men with different expressions and winked at Major Buster, "Lock them two up first, and then notify everyone to assemble. "

Jack made up his mind, and things did not come to the worst after all.

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"Go!" The butt of a gun hit Jack's back again, and it was still the thick-lipped black soldier with a pot head who did it.

Jack staggered forward two steps, with freshly condensed blood still on his cheeks. He looked like a hero who was about to die heroically.

The cells on both sides were imprisoned by the unlucky tourists who had visited the island the day before yesterday. When they saw one of the hostages behind them, Larry Henderson, who had three children, they all stretched out their hands from the iron bars. With their arms outstretched, someone began to pray loudly.

Putting Larry Henderson back into the cell, Major Buster pointed to Jack and Mason at the black soldiers, "Put them in separate cells."

Jack rolled his eyes and asked casually, "Mason, do you remember which cell you were locked in?"

Mason looked towards the second floor knowingly, "Of course, the fourth room on the second floor, my VIP suite, is very luxurious. It's quite nostalgic to say the least."

Major Buster, who heard the conversation between the two, sneered, "In that case, I don't mind letting you revisit your old place and put them in that cell."

The cell door was locked with a "clang" sound, and as the footsteps gradually faded away, Mason sat down on the musty-smelling bed, patting the sheets as if with some nostalgia, and was aroused. The dust choked me so much that I coughed repeatedly.

"Ahem, it looks like our mission is completed?"

"Of course not." Jack said, looking around the cell. "This is far worse than the cell I was in before. How did you hold on?"

This is a single cell that is no more than 5 square meters at most. It is so narrow that you have to worry about hitting the wall when you stretch your arms. It is really not as good as the four-person room in Margrave Town.

"Keeping hope in my heart that if I could be free one day, I might be able to see my lover and my daughter.

Hope is humble, but it can keep people's will to survive without going crazy. "

As the old man spoke, he began to tear the old sheets. Jack knew what he was going to do and helped him tear the sheets into small strips.

"You knew Jim Womack wouldn't let you go free easily, so you tore up the pardon document when you got it. Then why did you take the initiative to help me before?"

"I said, getting free and seeing my daughter is my only hope to stay sane and live until now. Why do you think I should help you?" Mason glanced sideways at Jack, took the cloth he handed and started Braid the rope.

"That bastard Womack is not trustworthy, but your little fox and the old fox behind you may be a bargain. I can't watch you being trapped here and dying in the bombing."

Jack glanced at the rusty steel bars on the cell door and thought that it wouldn't be too difficult to break it by force, but he really had to admit the old guy's favor.

"I can indeed find a way to send Jade out of the country without telling the bureau, but that will take time, and this time may be very long, at least one or two years."

Jack paused, "And the prerequisite is that she is willing to cooperate."

"Yes, yes, if she is willing." Mason's movements couldn't help but stop. It seemed that he had never considered this issue. When Jack said this, he couldn't help but worry about the gain and loss.

"It doesn't matter. Even if she doesn't want to, I can still find a way to be by her side."

Jack shook his head, "Then you'd better find a way to convince her. I forgot to tell you that my team specializes in hunting down important criminals. I don't want to see you on the wanted list again one day."

Mason smiled bitterly, "Isn't it too early for us to talk about this?"

"I don't think we'll have time to talk about this after this is over." Jack rolled his eyes, "Have you never considered handing over that secret?"

"Give me a hand." Mason motioned to Jack to lift one end of the iron frame bed, and with one force he removed the iron bed legs.

"Hand it over? Once Womack gets those films, he will immediately put a bullet into my head. This is their usual solution."

"But what if we reverse this order?" Jack asked with a smile as he watched him tie one end of the braided cloth rope to the bed leg.

"What do you mean?" Mason asked in confusion as he stretched out the cell door bars by the legs of the bed and began to swing around.

"You disappear first, and then hand over the film in exchange for the FBI's acquiescence to give up the wanted manhunt." Jack's words made the old man's hand stagnate slightly.