These words were a bit heart-wrenching, but they were not completely unreasonable. Honey Lister did not fight back during the entire arrest process and maintained sufficient restraint.

It certainly doesn't seem like a segregation-phobic style.

"Ding, ding, ding..." Luke's cell phone rang, and the number of FBI Deputy Director Lynne Blois was displayed on the screen.

"Marcus, take him to the car. Don't ask anyone for the time being, and don't let anyone touch him."

"OK, I will take good care of this soldier."

Luke walked aside and pressed the answer button, "I'm Luke."

Lynne Blois's voice came from the mobile phone, "Consultant Li, have you caught anyone?"

"Yes, we caught Honey Lister. His car was knocked over, but he didn't fight back and he didn't have any weapons. Did you find anything in his house?"

"The weapons in his home were only a pistol and a semi-automatic rifle, and no suspected explosives or related chemical raw materials were found.

Medications for treating depression were found in the safe at his home. Normal people would not put medications that they often take in the safe, so I suspect that he has stopped taking the medication without authorization, which may aggravate his mental problems."

Luke pondered for a moment, "During the arrest, he made no move to fight back. Based on your experience, does he seem to be afraid of being separated?"

Lynne Blois replied, "It's hard to say, some highly intelligent terrorists like to pretend that they are harmless, and this kind of person is the most dangerous.

If you are not sure, you can leave it to me for interrogation."

Luke said, "I want to talk to him first."

"Okay, keep in touch."

Luke hung up the phone and called Jackson over, "Do you think he's afraid of being separated?"

Jackson looked thoughtful, "When he saw the police searching his home, he didn't ask about the situation immediately, but ran away directly. This behavior was indeed a bit suspicious.

But during the arrest process, he did not do any extreme behavior, nor did he make me feel threatened, and I also felt a little conflicted."

"You don't need to think too much now, just tell me your intuition."

"I think he might have a mental problem, but he shouldn't be afraid of being separated."

"Whether he is afraid of separation or not, you did a great job this time." Luke patted Jackson on the shoulder and walked towards the police car where Honey Lister was being detained.

Investigation relies on teamwork, and Luke also hopes that his subordinates can be independent.

Luke opened the car door and opened Honey Lister's handcuffs, "Man, get out of the car and talk."

Honey Lister rubbed his wrist and looked at Luke, "I told you, I'm not afraid of separation, can I leave?"

After comprehensive consideration, Luke also felt that it was unlikely that Honey Lister was afraid of points.

But it doesn't mean that he has nothing to do with this case. Luke hopes to dig out some valuable clues from him.

He could feel that Honey Lister was wary of the police. What Luke had to do now was to remove his wariness and make him voluntarily cooperate with the police.

At the same time, Luke will also pay attention to his expression during the conversation. If he shows signs of lying, it means that he is probably a terrorist who is good at disguise.

Luke handed him a cigarette and lit it for him, preparing to start the heart-to-heart talk mode, "Man, I'm sorry for visiting your trenches without your permission.

But I still have to say that the digging was indeed good."

Honey Lister took a drag on her cigarette and said, "You guys also knocked over my mom's car, which she lent me to drive.

You'd better give me a reasonable explanation, otherwise I will definitely sue you."

"Don't worry about the car. The FBI Counterterrorism Department will give you a satisfactory compensation."

"What I want is not money." Honey Lister asked loudly, "Why do you think I am a terrorist? I sacrificed my life and blood for this country, and this is what I got in return?"

"I can understand your mood, and I also know that you are not happy after retiring. We are not targeting you, but this city has been attacked by terrorism, and we will doubt everyone related to it." Luke said from

Xiao Hei took the tablet in his hand and clicked on a few photos of the explosion scene for Honey Lister to see.

"If the attacker cannot be found in time, the city will suffer a new round of attacks ten hours later.

You and your family also live in Los Angeles, and I'm sure you don't want this to happen either."

After seeing the photo, Honey Lister's tone became much calmer, "Why do you think I am related to this explosion?"

"Do you know Arnett Stone?"

"Yes, he is an independent investigative reporter. I contacted him some time ago. Is this explosion related to him?"

"He died, and he died miserably." Luke clicked on several photos of corpses for Honey Lister to see.

"Oh my God, was it because of fear of separation? Arnett is a good person and should not be treated like this!"

"It's not certain yet, but according to our investigation, the scene where he was killed and dismembered was the slaughterhouse where you used to work."

"That's why you suspect that I'm afraid of separation?"

"Not only that, we also found bomb-making chemicals in the slaughterhouse.

Not long after this, an explosion occurred in the news department of the television station.

And all these clues point to you, which is why we searched your home."

Honey Lister scratched his hair hard and said, "It's ridiculous. I'm actually associated with terrorism. I can explain that I have nothing to do with the explosion."

Luke asked, "How did you and Arnett Stone meet?"

Honey Lister took two strong puffs of cigarette, looked at the sky, and recalled, "A year ago, after I retired, I returned to Los Angeles and returned to my mother. I was looking forward to starting a new and beautiful life.

But things went counterproductive.

I was out of tune with life in Los Angeles, couldn't find a job, wasn't respected, suffered from severe mental illness, and had to take those damn pills every day.

This is completely different from the retirement life I imagined.

I am also asking myself, why is this? Is it my personal reason?

No.

It's definitely not my fault.

I participated in a veterans' mutual aid group and met many retired soldiers who had similar problems. They could not find jobs, were not respected, were depressed, committed suicide, drank alcohol, took drugs, and eventually became homeless on the streets, or even committed crimes.

I don't want to be like them, I want to change, and I'm trying to change, but it's hard.

I have contacted relevant departments and asked the government for help, but no one paid any attention to me.

Therefore, I hope that through the media, more people can understand the situation of retired veterans. This is not just a personal reason for me, but a social problem.

Last year, I mailed letters of assistance to the news departments of several TV stations.

But only one person contacted me, Arnett Stone.

I don't know if he cares or just wants to get big news.

But he gave me hope.

We have always been in contact, and he later resigned from CBS, but he is still tracking and investigating the living conditions of retired veterans."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"About half a month ago, I took him to the Veterans Mutual Aid Association. It was his initiative. He felt that my personality would not have much impact on society and would not attract more people's attention to this matter.

Those politicians don't even care.

If we want the country and society to pay attention to the issue of retired veterans reintegrating into society, there must be enough investigation evidence and a large number of real cases to prove that I am not an exception, but a problem faced by many retired veterans."

Luke took out his notebook, made a note of the Veterans Mutual Aid Association, and asked, "Have you ever told Arnett Stone about the slaughterhouse?"

"Yes, I said it at the mutual aid meeting. Not only Arnett Stone, but others also heard it."

Luke kept staring at Honey Lister and saw no obvious signs of lying on his face.

If what he said is true, other retired soldiers who participated in the mutual aid association also knew that the slaughterhouse had closed down. In addition, Arnett Stone may have come into contact with other retired soldiers in the mutual aid association.

Then, the suspects of terrorism also expanded from Honey Lister to the entire mutual aid association retired soldiers.

"When you were talking about the work in the slaughterhouse, was anyone interested in the slaughterhouse or the address of the slaughterhouse?"

Honey Lister thought about it, "Yes, there is indeed such a person. I just said that the slaughterhouse closed down. He was very interested. He also said that he had worked in the slaughterhouse before and asked me if it was the same company.

Slaughterhouse.

Then I told him the address and he said no."

"Do you remember his name?"

"Yes, Tapani Reagan."

"Do you know any other information about him? For example, his mobile phone number, home address, license plate number, etc."

"I know his cell phone number."

"It seems this man left a deep impression on you."

"Not only me, Arnett Stone is also very interested in him, and it was Arnett Stone who asked me to get his mobile phone number."

"Why was Arnett Stone interested in him?"

"Maybe it has something to do with some of his experiences." Honey Lister sighed and said, "He also served in the Middle East before. Because he could not take care of his family abroad for a long time, he entrusted his best friend to take care of his wife.

and children.
To be continued...