"So what are we waiting for here? To prevent the Leahs from raiding this heavily guarded club? I noticed at least four NYPD cars parked at a nearby intersection. He's probably not that stupid."
Reese's question wasn't addressed to Jack, but to Finch, who was sitting on the other side of the headset.
But it was still Jack who answered him. "There are no cameras in the private meeting room where they're meeting, and cell phones aren't allowed inside, so the surveillance car is really just for show.
But Finch says he has a solution and sees it as a rather interesting challenge."
Reese followed Jack's gaze and saw a short figure wearing a reflective vest and a helmet, limping slightly, approaching the car they were in.
"Sometimes, try that magic acupuncture on him? I don't expect him to be able to fight anyone, but since Finch has to go out on the field from time to time, it could at least help him run faster when he encounters danger."
As someone who had personally experienced it, Reese was now completely convinced of Jack's acupuncture theories, not to mention the precedent of Clay.
"It's already underway. His case is quite complex. The titanium plate from the spinal fusion surgery is still embedded in his body.
He needs to recover sufficiently and then find a skilled surgeon to remove the implant before we can proceed with further treatment."
It's never the severity of the injury that prevents Jack from using healing techniques. In Finch's case, if a full healing procedure were performed and the titanium plate spontaneously popped out, it would be too shocking.
Although the women around Jack could probably guess he had some special skills—after all, the oldest of them, Zoe and Maureen, were approaching 40, yet their looks remained youthful—
they were fooled by Jack's initial claims of being a royal physician.
After all, things are different now. With the resurgence of Seris's national strength, its cultural output, whether intentional or unintentional, is also influencing the world.
Some people have even learned to speak fluent Chinese through their fascination with online fantasy novels, so it's not surprising that Taoist yin and yang theory would provoke some interest.
Once upon a time, the Kama Sutra, originating from another supposedly Eastern power, was a major cult in Europe and America, even giving rise to the so-called yoga culture.
Taoist texts on the subject are actually quite extensive; even a copy of the Su Nu Jing can easily captivate any woman.
"My back pain is much better now. My doctor told me I can consider further surgery in six months at most. I'm looking forward to that day."
Finch opened the car door, got into the back seat, and removed his high-visibility vest.
Jack gestured for him to open a box in the back seat. "This is a gift for you."
Inside was a pair of high-end-looking handmade leather shoes and a smaller box. Finch continued to open the box and discovered a pair of black-framed glasses.
"I'm not particularly interested in gifts from the FBI," Finch said, abashed, about to decline.
It was obvious that the glasses and shoes would contain a tracking device or something similar.
Unexpectedly, Jack took out a tablet and handed it to him. "It has nothing to do with the FBI. It's a gift from Shangri-La."
Then he began to explain to Finch in detail how to use these things. "The locator is sealed directly into the heel of the shoe and the temple of the glasses. It does not send any signals normally and needs to be opened manually.
The locator in the shoe is activated by striking a hard object with the heel at a specific angle and with a certain amount of force. The switch for the glasses is on the raised part at the end of the temple. Once activated, it only sends a positioning signal every half hour, so there's no need to worry about detection.
"Is there only this one receiver?" Finch asked suspiciously, looking at the tablet in his hand.
"That's just for displaying coordinates. In theory, any place with a cell phone tower can receive the signal. Anyway, Justine said she designed it that way. You can talk to her directly." "
Jack knew what he was worried about, and patiently explained it in detail.
This was the backup plan that Reese came up with when his cell phone was destroyed and he almost lost contact during his last undercover mission.
This is not only for "POIs", but also for the girls around Jack, including Zoe and the others, and the important people in the "Shangri-La" group, all carry a few of these locators that can be turned on at any time.
With this thing, you can effectively avoid the common bloody routines in most American TV series.
It can be seen that Finch is still a little reluctant, but after thinking about it, he nodded, reluctantly accepting the kindness.
He was very concerned about privacy and was extremely opposed to this kind of thing. However, considering that the name Harold Finch had been found out by the unidentified "root" before, this also gave him a sense of crisis.
Obviously, Jack specifically requested that the locator be designed to be turned on automatically. This show of sincerity demonstrated his goodwill to the greatest extent.
After watching Finch put on new shoes and adjust his glasses on the bridge of his nose, Reese asked, "What did you do just now? "
The club recently installed a new fire alarm system, but as we all know, any speaker used to play sound can be turned into a simple microphone by simply reversing the electrodes.
So I just entered the club's maintenance room under the pretext of routine maintenance to make some minor modifications to the system."
Finch opened the tablet he carried with him with a little pride, and after pressing the spacebar, the conversation in the club's private meeting room came into the ears of the three people.
Of the five LCN families, with the exception of Gianni Moretti II, who was barely 40 years old and acting as my father's steward, the other four leaders were already frail elderly men.
The microphones, converted from speakers to electrodes, had mediocre sound quality, barely discerning the difference between the younger Moretti II's voice and the others.
After listening to the supposedly secret meeting for nearly an hour, the three people in the car exchanged bewilderment.
The impending turmoil in New York City these past few days had everyone, including the FBI and NYPD Commissioner Reagan, assuming the five LCN families were ready for war with Lea.
But after listening for a while, the three were stunned to discover that the other four LCN leaders were completely unmoved by Moretti's kidnapping right after his release from prison. Instead, they enthusiastically discussed collaborating with Lea on a cocaine shipment to Canada.
They seemed to view it as merely the repercussions of Moretti's youthful affairs, or perhaps an internal family affair.
The other four LCN families only wanted to make money and didn't want to get involved.
(End of this chapter)