Strictly speaking, the move Jack used wasn't a system-recognized skill, but it was undeniably effective. After mastering his combat skills and with the system's attribute bonuses, Jack had gained an impressive level of control over his body.
With his forensic skills also at a proficient level, his understanding of human anatomy had become quite advanced.
In Jack's previous life, there was a joke about a scumbag who wronged a female doctor and ended up getting stabbed 37 times, yet none of the wounds were fatal, not even classifying as serious injuries.
Jack had never considered this scenario, as stabbing someone, no matter how lightly, would still leave a wound. However, one day while cooking pig knuckles, he had a sudden thought. He examined the structure of the pig's joints and bones from an anatomical perspective and discovered that a pig's joints were largely similar to those of humans.
He had previously only known that pig heart valves could be used in humans, but had never paid attention to the similarities in bones and joints.
After searching online, he learned that pigs are highly similar to humans in terms of anatomy, size, immunology, genomics, and physiology. This gave him a new idea.
The "drip torture" he had performed on the guy named Pete in Wind River Valley was primarily a psychological tactic. The man's collapse wasn't due to physical pain but psychological breakdown.
Jack felt that it was necessary to master a unique physical torture technique. While breaking someone psychologically was effective, it was time-consuming and impractical in urgent situations.
For instance, when there was a need to force a suspect to reveal the whereabouts of a hostage, and the hostage might be in imminent danger. Or in situations like the one he was facing now.
That's when he thought of a mysterious martial arts technique described in wuxia novels: "Joint Dislocation Technique."
This technique could inflict intense pain and create a horrifying visual effect without leaving any lasting injuries or evidence, making it difficult for anyone to accuse him of wrongdoing.
As a result, the little pigs at the Wolf Brothers' farm were in for a hard time. The five-month-old piglets, still under 200 pounds, were tied up and had their joints repeatedly dislocated and reset.
Through reverse engineering from books on sports science and traditional Chinese bone-setting techniques that he had gathered online and from a Chinatown bookstore, combined with his own experimentation, Jack finally developed his own version of the "Joint Dislocation Technique."
By the time the "Batman" and "Punisher" brothers were sick of eating pork, Jack had mastered his new skill.
Unfortunately, pigs don't have finger joints like humans, so Jack hadn't yet learned how to dislocate fingers. Otherwise, he would've started with this guy's three finger joints earlier.
It's said that fingers are directly connected to the heart, and although someone might have healing powers, they wouldn't be willing to use their own fingers for practice.
Learning this skill also brought some unexpected benefits. His massage techniques had improved significantly from constantly studying the structure of joints, muscles, and bones.
Now, not only were the two older women increasingly dependent on his rejuvenating and relaxing oil massages, but even Hannah and Jess, who didn't care much for them before, had gradually succumbed, constantly asking for foot massages.
Back to the matter at hand, David Masyak, who had only had one arm dislocated, was in excruciating pain and spilled everything he knew like beans from a jar.
Disappointingly, although he had indeed obtained a few anti-aircraft missiles from the black market, they had nothing to do with the crashed plane.
Based on his confession, the FBI retrieved four unlaunched shoulder-fired missiles from the basement. These were first-generation portable anti-aircraft missiles manufactured during the Soviet era.
The "Arrow-2" was an early infrared-tracking, man-portable air defense system. Its maximum altitude was only about 2,300 meters (roughly 7,500 feet), with a range of less than 2.5 miles.
This crude weapon was indeed a threat to helicopters flying at treetop levels, but the altitude of Flight 420 before it crashed was close to 20,000 feet, well beyond the missile's capability.
Even under the best weather conditions, the naked eye wouldn't be able to see a large commercial plane flying above 10,000 feet.
To be thorough, Jack and Rossi also interrogated David Masyak's brother, Cole Masyak, and two of their farm workers separately.
All four gave consistent statements—they had spent the entire day hunting in the woods.
Jack suspected that these idiots in tactical vests were the ones the old man, Petoskey, had mistaken for mysterious federal agents on a special mission.
With nothing to show for their efforts, Jack and Rossi returned to the command center, only to meet an equally empty-handed Hotchner and Emily. Jesse Bronwyn, the man they had investigated, had recently converted to a religious group but hadn't become extreme.
After searching his residence, they found nothing suspicious.
It was getting late, so Jack discreetly cast a healing spell on Rossi and suggested they all rest and regroup for tomorrow.
Jack found a corner to catch some sleep, and when he woke up, Reid and the NTSB official, Lilo Brooks, were still heatedly discussing the structure of an Airbus A320.
He didn't interrupt the professionals and was about to sneak out when Reid spotted him.
"Jack, could you bring me an Americano, please?"
Jack gave him a thumbs-up. He wasn't about to deny Reid his coffee, knowing he hadn't slept all night and needed the caffeine.
But then Lilo Brooks also called out to him. "Mr. Tavoler, the plane's black box has been found, and it's intact. My colleagues are decoding the data now, and it should be done in about two hours."
After thanking her, Jack went to freshen up in the bathroom before leaving the command center and heading to the hospital.
Unfortunately, the co-pilot was still unconscious, and the doctors said his condition might last another 48 hours.
On his way back, Jack bought breakfast for Jess—a simple sandwich and orange juice—but it earned him a grateful kiss.
He then picked up a large batch of pancakes, burgers, and some bitter but energizing espresso and black coffee, much to the delight of the groggy team.
Hotchner, Rossi, and Emily had only taken short naps. With the case still unresolved, none of them were in the mood to sleep any longer.
Even the sharp-looking Black female major had returned early to the command center, heading straight for Hotchner.
"It looks like the Masyak brothers are off the hook. And by the way, we've completed background checks on all the passengers. None of them have any connections to terrorism."
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