Jiejie sighed, "Every SEAL is an extremely confident person and has unshakable faith in his own judgment. Maybe he went home just to look through the garage for information and diaries, but after seeing his parents, he also treated them as substitutes.
Fortunately, we protected his wife and daughter in time, otherwise the consequences would be fatal."
"So in the end he kept asking the general where his real relatives were. Then his purpose in taking the general away is also very clear. He wants to exchange hostages."
Aubrey scratched his head, looking a little frustrated, "We do have 'hostages' in our hands, but as long as he sees his wife and daughter, he will also treat them as substitutes, and the consequences will only be worse."
"Then don't let him see." Jack looked at Clay. "Perhaps we should devise a plan to lure him to a location where we're confident we can subdue him."
Clay gave him a wry smile. "Luke is just like you and me. Forget about subduing him. Would you rashly put yourself in danger in this situation?"
Jack thought for a moment, a mask of pain plastered across his face. "No, I'll make an example of you to show you that you must follow my rules. Don't try to play tricks."
His phone wasn't hung up yet when Red, still listening to the discussion across from him, interjected, "Perhaps you could try to find Luke's closest relatives and have them communicate only through voice. Theoretically, he should still have some sense."
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"Luke's closest relative is his father," Luke's wife's response silenced everyone.
"AI-synthesized voice?" The quick-witted Aubrey had a flash of inspiration, but then he slapped his forehead and sat back down, dismissing the idea.
This wasn't an online scam, and they weren't familiar with the father and son's daily speech patterns. A few words could easily expose them.
Luke's hostage was a Vice Admiral. If any signs of abnormality were detected, it would only confirm his conspiracy theories, with disastrous consequences.
They had returned to the NCIS office building on the Naval Yards, where Jubal and the rest of the team were poring over thick files with worried faces.
Gibbs had not only obtained the files on Operation Drado Falls, but also all the files on Luke's secret missions as a Navy SEAL.
Nineteen files in total, the red "Top Secret" stamped on the manila covers glaringly.
"Any findings?" Gibbs, who had been with the others all night, stood up and poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Operation Drado Falls was a covert assassination attempt on a South African diplomat suspected of selling sensitive nuclear information to a Middle Eastern nation.
The operation was successful, and the diplomat, along with his..." Jubal paused, "...and his two children."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "Did Luke do it?"
Jubal sighed. "Yes, the records show he requested an abort, but his superiors ordered it to continue."
"Collateral damage. The two children witnessed everything and must be eliminated." Clay expressed no surprise.
There were no saints present. Although everyone looked distressed, no one would dare to take the moral high ground and accuse them.
But Hannah still muttered softly, "Just like those employees of 'Senalock'."
"No, that's different." Jack shook his head. "From the records, Luke often visited Adam Weiner's company. He should know all the employees of 'Senalock'.
He thought at the time that he had stepped into a pre-set trap, and those people were agents who came to kill him and silence him."
"So, we know that Luke had to kill two innocent children with his own hands in 'Operation Drado Falls', which caused him to always feel uneasy about this matter.
Therefore, after he suffered from that delusion, he constructed a conspiracy network in his mind through this secret operation."
Gibbs put the empty coffee cup on the table, "So what should we do next? According to that Dr. Reid, unless we blindfold Luke, we can't even exchange hostages. He will go crazy when he sees his wife and daughter." "
So we can't wait for him to call." Jack looked at Alice who had been busy in front of the computer, "How's the positioning of the general's phone?"
Alice poked her head out from behind the screen with a sad face, "It's very bad. Although General Milgram's phone is a government phone with built-in positioning, the GPS signal is very weak. The range that can be determined now includes half of Washington, DC.
I can try to triangulate the positioning through the signal base station, but that requires the phone to be in a call state."
Jack got up and took his coat, "Then prepare to call him. I think this is also the purpose of Luke bringing the general's phone. He wants to negotiate with us. Clay, take your equipment and we will set off first."
Unexpectedly, Clay objected this time, "No, I'll go, you stay."
"Why?" Jack looked at the soldier puzzledly. He didn't understand what was there to bargain about such a thing. Was Clay worried that he would be in danger?
"Luke was a war hero, he just had a disease, he didn't deserve that." Clay's words were a bit vague, but everyone present roughly understood his point.
Although Luke was a former Navy SEAL, no one on the Most Wanted Unit, save for Gibbs, who was a bit confused, thought Jack couldn't handle him.
Clay understood this even more clearly. If Jack attacked, Luke Dolan would definitely be dead, but that wasn't what he wanted to see.
"I know what you mean, but the more you say it, the more I should go. Cut the crap, get the equipment, bring the explosives detector, and some stun grenades." Jack patted his shoulder, indicating his understanding.
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"Are you sure I should make the call? This case hasn't been officially handed over to NCIS yet." Gibbs glanced at the Most Wanted Unit with a half-smile.
"You're the only former soldier here, I think it would be easier for you to communicate with him." Jubal pushed the phone on the table towards him.
"The most suitable person is actually Clay, but he's worried that Jack will kill him with a single shot, so he insisted on going with him," Aubrey said frankly.
Gibbs was very confused by this. "I don't understand. Shouldn't you be more worried about the safety of your own people?"
"That's hard to explain." Jubal had an indescribable expression on his face. He picked up the phone and handed it to him. "They're already in place. Make the call first."
"Who is it?" The call was connected quickly, as if someone was waiting on the other end. A man's calm voice came from the other end.
"Is this Lieutenant Luke Dolan?" Gibbs' voice was very relaxed.
"State your identity."
"I am Sergeant Jethro Gibbs, a former Marine Corps gunnery sergeant and current NCIS agent."
The voice on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, as if a little surprised by Gibbs's identity. "Who asked you to call me?"
"No one asked me to make this call. I wanted to call you. Let's talk. First, I need to confirm that General Milgram is safe."
Gibbs pressed the toggle button, disconnecting the radio function on this side, and asked Alice beside him, "How long will it take?"
"The longer the better. Try to delay him as much as possible." Alice answered without looking up.
(End of this chapter)