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

"Ms. Anderson told me today on the phone that you just wanted to enjoy your vacation, had no interest in any nuclear threats, and did not want to have any contact with the CIA in the short term."

The old man deliberately frowned, looking as if he was in a difficult situation. "But now you want to visit the 'Omega' team and participate in their actions. Can I know what happened in this short day?"

Jack sighed. Although he knew that Rossi would not take him seriously even if he made up a random excuse, there was no need for him to lie about such a trivial matter.

Besides, when it comes down to it, the cause of this incident was that Rossi helped to clean up the original cannibal incident, so he can be considered one of the participants.

"Do you still remember the girl I rescued in the New Mexico incident a few months before I joined the FBI?"

Rossi nodded in confusion. "I remember she was a very cute brown-haired girl, but she was just an ordinary college girl. I don't understand what this has to do with the topic we are talking about now?"

Jack briefly summarized his experiences in Washington over the past two days, causing the old man to raise his eyebrows. "So, you slept with the daughter of an Omega agent, and she recognized your identity?"

Although I don't want to admit it, this summary is quite accurate, it's just that the statement is a bit too straightforward.

"If that's the case, shouldn't you stay away from him? Why did you take the initiative to approach him? In order to help Frank Moses solve his troubles, you just had some unpleasantness with some people in the CIA." Rossi expressed his confusion.

Of course, he was worried about Jessie's safety. Although they were not in a serious boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, Jay was not a heartless person.

Of course, that's not the way to say it. Jack rolled his eyes and found a new excuse, "But I thought about it again before I came here. The factional relationship within the CIA is even more complicated than our FBI. I can't please everyone.

Since the 'Omega' team is similar to the role I play between the FBI's New York office and the NYPD, I guess they wouldn't reject the FBI's assistance, right?

It's better to come to me on my own initiative than for others to suspect me and investigate me privately, what do you think?"

Rossi chuckled at him twice, obviously not believing a word of his nonsense.

However, as a veteran in the world of women, he was quite satisfied with his disciple Jack in this regard.

Being loyal and righteous is a very reassuring quality. No one wants their relatives and friends to be ungrateful people who only care about immediate benefits.

"I'll make the contact, but to be honest, with threats of nuclear attacks of this magnitude, the NSA doesn't know how many they detect on the Internet every year, so you'd better not hold out too much hope.

The Omega team is now a marginalized department, and the terrorist threats that really deserve attention will be reported to the DHS as soon as possible, and they will be assigned. "

Hearing Rossi say this, Jack just raised his eyebrows and did not refute.

You have to know that in his previous life's movies, Anna was a real KGB during the peak of the Cold War. If you really follow the timeline strictly, she should be at least of the same generation as old lady Victoria.

This world of fusion monsters obviously doesn't pay much attention to basic laws. Now that the known information roughly matches and he has decided to get involved, he must be cautious.

After making two phone calls, Rossi got into the Audi R8 driven by Jack and left Quantico.

The old man fastened his seat belt, stretched out his right hand through the car window and tapped the special bulletproof steel plate on the outside of the car door, making a thumping sound, and then asked meaningfully, "It seems that you are rarely seen driving that Pontiac Firebird nowadays. Is this some kind of getting tired of the old and loving the new?"

Feeling that he seemed to be making a double entendre, Jack laughed and shook his head, "The Firebird is waiting to be reborn, and now it lacks an opportunity."

"I don't understand what you're saying." Rossi pointed to an address on the map on his phone, "Let's go here. Omega has already replied and confirmed it."

Passing by Capitol Hill, the neoclassical revival-style dome building behind the Capitol Building came into view. This thing often appears with a missing piece in many action blockbusters and disaster films.

The two walked into an office building that looked a bit old, registered at the front desk of a software company called "Tektronix", and waited for about ten minutes before Jack saw "Uncle Gibson" again.

"Wow, the famous David Rossi." This fat middle-aged man was the type who expressed his emotions in an exaggerated style. He seemed a little too excited after shaking hands with the two men.

Seeing him standing still after exchanging names and simple greetings, the atmosphere between the three of them seemed a little awkward. Rossi looked at the staff who were busy coming and going around and reminded them, "Should we..."

"Oh, sorry." Gibson rubbed his hands embarrassedly and took the initiative to lead the way.

Leading the two people into an empty conference room, Gibson took out a card and pressed it lightly on an empty wall. With a click, the secret door opened, revealing a long white passage inside.

There are two cameras at each end of the passage to ensure that there are no blind spots throughout the entire process, but this familiar style makes Jack feel inexplicably familiar.

If it were the "Resident Evil" series, both sides of the wall should be covered with high-energy laser beams by now, right?

At the end of the corridor was a frosted glass door. When the three people walked to the door, the originally frosted mirror surface instantly became clear and then opened automatically.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Inside was a small room where an expressionless middle-aged woman sat behind a desk, facing the door.

"Gentlemen, please verify your identities." The woman tilted her head slightly towards the instrument at the end of the room, keeping one hand under the table.

Gibson walked forward and demonstrated to the two of them. He placed one hand on the palm print scanner, aimed his eyes at the pupil scanning lens, and reported his identity, "Albert Gibson, number 34991."

"We have to do this too?" Jack was a little surprised.

"Of course, this is also an FBI department." Rossi said as he stepped forward and reported his FBI number, and was successfully passed.

Jack began to understand why the "Omega" team was marginalized. Nominally it belonged to the CIA, but also maintained a certain degree of data sharing with the FBI. No wonder it was disliked by both sides.

After passing the identity verification, I entered the elevator and went down an unknown number of meters underground. When the elevator door opened again, I saw a group of two fully armed guards.

To be honest, although such security measures are a bit old-fashioned, they are much better than the Langley that Jack visited not long ago. The machines only look reliable, and sometimes it is better to arrange a few more guards.

"This is the headquarters of our 'Omega' team. How do you feel about it?" Gibson stood at the door of the hall and made a gesture of invitation to the two men.

As a result, "Arnold" happened to push open an office door and saw him, but because of the angle, he did not notice Jack and Rossi standing behind him.

"Gipson, I asked you to investigate that FBI guy, why haven't you brought the information yet?"