"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, psychologists are analyzing why the bomber asked John McClain to put up signs in black societies to cause trouble.

"It sounds like you are an admirer of mine. Will you send me flowers?"

John McLean and Dees were bandaging 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, otherwise it probably would have happened."

"Do I have to obey him obediently?"

John McClain became a little impatient with the psychiatrist and said, "If he asks me to take off my clothes and let him fuck me, am I going to have to lie on the ground and let him do what he wants me to do?"

"This 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 bomber 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, so it won't explode." The fat man shook his head, opened the suitcase, and let everyone see what was inside.

A simple detonation device, the most obvious is the two plastic pillars in the middle, which are 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 up 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 sucked into the needle.

Mix the two liquids, turn them red, and then throw 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 yelled 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'd better be somewhere else if it's 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 found."

When Charlie found the bomb, he asked someone to check it.

The director just finished speaking.

The inspector from the heavy eucalyptus team came in and reported, "The Liwen laboratory was stolen last weekend, and it was these two liquids."

"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 talking, 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 at the same time gave a signal to the police officer responsible for tracking. The police officer immediately turned on the recording device, tracked the positioning device, and prepared to follow.

"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 nonsense.

"Pigeon!" The director was very confused.

"I have 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?" John McClain, also holding the phone, shouted.

"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, is it 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 Diss in.

"Here he comes," said John McLean.

"Give him the phone, I want to talk to him." Simon said calmly.

"You made a mistake. The plan I originally prepared for John McClane was ruined by you. My friend, you saved the wrong person." Just as Diss 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 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 culprit was not traced. The director was very angry and got angry 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 not to allow us to track him. It's not because he's swearing."

About a minute passed.

‘Ding-ding-ding-ring-ding!

The phone rang again.

The director 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 the state of Mexico." The police officer responsible for tracking said loudly.

"I'm here in Australia." Another policeman raised his head and 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.
To be continued...