Chapter 1183 Is the Wine Poisonous?

The next morning, members of the wanted criminal group appeared in the underground parking lot on the second floor of a skyscraper in Dallas CBD (the central business district of a city) and accurately stopped a Rolls-Royce Cullinan.

"Who are you?"

Clay and Aubrey held down the driver and the bodyguard who got out of the passenger seat one by one. Jack Shiran photographed his ID on the back seat window.

"Get out of the car, Mr. Andrew Kane, we need to talk."

The old guy in the car looked to be almost sixty. Although his hairline was in danger, he was not bald after all, and his figure was still quite good, and he didn't even have a belly.

Wearing a black handmade suit and a slicked back hair that was meticulously fixed with hairspray, he did look quite aristocratic.

It's just that after Jack chatted with Catherine Vera last night, the look in his eyes at this old guy was filled with only contempt and disgust.

"Is this how the FBI handles cases now?" Perhaps because someone looked really tender, Andrew Kane didn't even look at Jack after getting out of the car, and just said to Jubal.

Jubal didn't answer at all, and even took the initiative to lower half of his body and stand behind Jack.

"You know what happened to your daughter Megan, right? She must have contacted you and told you everything, because you are the real target of her revenge."

Jack was deliberately vague, but judging from the other party's reaction, his judgment was obviously correct.

"I don't know what you are talking about, but I will complain to your superiors. Your behavior is so rude!" The old and mature Andrew Kane did not answer at all.

Jack sneered back, "What's ironic is that Meghan still has the chastity ring you gave her back then. What do you think of it?"

Seeing that his pretentious posture was slightly stagnant, Jack struck while the iron was hot and said, "I know that you and your daughter should keep some kind of contact information and help us find Megan. We can not pursue your obstruction of justice."

Andrew Kane snorted and took out a business card from the inner pocket of his suit. "If you have any questions, please contact my lawyer. This is the end of this very unpleasant conversation for me."

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"Following him?" Clay asked quickly as he watched the Rolls-Royce Cullinan disappear from the exit of the parking lot at a somewhat hasty speed.

"It's not necessary." Jubal shook his head. "Do you remember Trant Rabb who was rescued by Jack? At that time, the suspect used his mobile phone to call the landline of his apartment."

"Huh?" Clay said he didn't understand what this had to do with the scene just now.

Jiejie sighed, and then explained, "Trant Raab is indeed a novice. He also used his own mobile phone when contacting Meghan. Meghan obviously did not realize this, so Alice actually Already got her position."

"Then what are we doing?" Clay became even more confused. "Uh, what are we doing?"

Hannah looked at Jack teasingly, "Some kind and good person believes that our suspect is not worthy of death, but the problem is that she will face at least three murder charges.

So obviously we could just arrest her, but someone insists on putting on an opera called "King Lear." "

Although he felt that Hannah's use of "King Lear" to describe the human tragedy in front of her was inappropriate, Jack could not think of any more suitable metaphor for a while.

In order to avenge her father, the daughter did not hesitate to hurt herself, and poisoned and murdered wealthy people like him. This was a plot that even Shakespeare had not thought of back then.

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The group took the elevator to the top of the 36th floor of the Zeiss Regent Hotel, a luxury hotel with an ivory marble colonnade foyer.

"Act according to plan."

As the elevator door opened, Jack tapped the headset to test the call quality. After confirming that there was no problem, he signaled everyone to disperse.

"Be careful." Hannah, who stayed behind, helped him check his bulletproof vest with some worry.

Jack was speechless, "Meghan is just an ordinary person."

Although it is not uncommon to drown in the gutter after strong winds and waves, but that is not the case.

"But she is a beautiful woman. The more beautiful a woman is, the more dangerous she is." Hannah winked at Jack narrowly.

"Then there must be no one in this world who has more experience in dealing with this type of enemy than me." Jack patted her buttocks in a covert manner.

Jiejie, who was the last one to step out of the elevator, noticed this scene, curled her lips and handed the box in her hand to Jack, "Alice has tested these cameras and there are no problems."

Then she was pinched lightly, but she couldn't help but smile.

Watching everyone disappear at the end of the corridor, Jack pulled out his room card and stood at the door of the suite with room number 3605.

With a mechanical sound, the door opened, and Jack's handsome face with a smile met the eyes of Meghan Kane, who looked astonished in the room.

"It's not easy to find you, Meghan. Are you interested in having a drink with me?"

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"Ah, don't do that." Jack raised his hand to stop Megan from trying to reach for the bag on the coffee table next to the sofa, then turned around and closed the door gently.

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"As a smart girl, I thought a visit alone was enough to show sincerity."

Megan lazily lay back on the sofa, wrapped only in the hotel bathrobe. Her long, wet blond hair was casually hanging on the armrest of the sofa, and her tone was quite uninterested.

"Congratulations on catching me, Mr. Liar."

The TV she was facing was still playing a talk show about the "parade shooting", which may be why she called Jack a liar.

The well-dressed guests on the show were chattering to the host about the background of shooter Micah Johnson.

Introverted and clumsy, he was last in his grade in high school, and after joining the Army, he was almost forced to retire because of stealing underwear from female soldiers, etc.

"I don't make promises to others easily. After all, a promise is also a kind of responsibility, which is overwhelming. But so far, I have never promised anyone something I can't do."

Jack turned off the TV, glanced at the two glasses of red wine that had been poured on the table, picked up the wine bottle on the side and poured himself another glass, and asked with a smile, "There shouldn't be any drugs in this, right?"

Tetramethylene disulfone tetramine is easily soluble in water and alcohol. It is colorless and odorless. Even Jack’s superhuman senses cannot distinguish it in advance. It would be very troublesome to drink it.

Before inducing vomiting and relying on his own metabolism to consume it, he could only resist by giving himself a healing spell from time to time. This was the same as being imprisoned in a gas chamber.

"Guess?" An imperceptible trace of hatred flashed across Megan's eyes.