Chapter 509 Are you changing cars again?
“What is this?”
Two men were sitting in the car, covering their heads with cold sweat. The debris that had been blown up into the sky was being pulled back to the surface by the gravity of the earth, banging and banging. Stop tapping on the roof of Saboban's car.
Although Jack stopped the car in time, the huge shock wave still smashed the windshield with spiderweb-like cracks.
The other two NYPD police cars were closer, and Danny Regan was heard calling loudly to his cell phone, wanting to confirm if anyone of his own was injured.
Jack stared at all this in a daze, with only one thought in his mind. It had been less than three hours since he got his Suburban. Would Jubal Valentine agree to give him a new one?
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“In less than 12 hours, two explosions, 36 corpses, including two of our own agents, this is a declaration of war!”
When Jack returned to the combat center alone, Dana Moge, whose face turned pale with anger, was furious inside, no longer the calm and elegant temperament she had when they first met.
No wonder she lost such a temper. As an FBI agent who walked out of the New York office back then, Dana Moger, who is now returning home with great ambitions, came here with great ambitions to be the leader.
As a result, it had only been a month since she took office, and she had just finished building the powerful team that she was so proud of. She was being pressed against her face and rubbed on the ground. The suspect was not even a well-known terrorist organization, but probably just some land grabbers. Street gangs.
Yes, this is the conclusion that Jack came to after learning about some of the gang distribution in Clinton District, or "Hell's Kitchen" from Danny Regan on the way back.
At the end of the last century, the NYPD spent considerable effort to clean up the originally intricate gang forces there. With the improvement of public security and the development of the city, the geographical advantages here have become more and more prominent. New York City The Planning Bureau has introduced a large number of emerging real estate developers.
As new residential and commercial buildings are built one after another, young white-collar workers and the middle class are pouring in in large numbers, like the old-fashioned 6-story red brick structure that Jack saw today. Instead, the apartment has become a gathering place for the few African Americans who do not want to leave this place.
In short, today's "Hell's Kitchen" is no longer "hell", but the "kitchen" has become somewhat worthy of the name. Starting from 42nd Street, a lot of restaurants with novel tastes have moved in. This is what Jack just said. The first reason to choose this place when visiting New York.
The prosperity of the neighborhood means abundant police force. The result is that the arrogant gangs are constantly suppressed with force. Although it is impossible to disappear, keeping a low profile has become their motto.
Even so, the NYPD still has to plow the area from time to time, not wanting too powerful gang forces to appear here. The previous McBarra family became the standout and was severely punished.
Perhaps because of this, this piece of land has become fat in the eyes of some people, but even Jack doesn't understand why such a radical method as a bomb would be used to simply grab the land.
Since Jack, who has just arrived, can conclude that someone wants to seize the territory, with the dozens of analysts sitting in the big office, and even Zhu who is supported by various intelligence systems connected behind them, Barr Valentine could naturally come to the same conclusion.
He did not remain silent because of his immediate boss's outburst. He just waited quietly. When Dana Moge subconsciously restrained her emotions after seeing Jack who had just returned, he slowed down his speech slightly. He opened his mouth and said,
"The number one and number two figures in the McBarra family have now been killed, and they were cleaned up very cleanly before. This incident does not look like an internal power struggle, but more like other gangs adding insult to injury. Want to seize their territory
There are only two gangs in Clinton District that are similar in strength to the McBarra family, the 'Bloodhound Gang' and the 'Sex, Money, Murder Gang', and I need them now. "Information."
Jack found an empty table and started singing with Jubal Valentine, "I learned from the NYPD when I came back that no gangs around Clinton area have This kind of organization, or enough capital to swallow up the territory of the McBarra family, is not enough for the 'Bloodhound Gang' and the 'Sex, Money and Murder Gang'. The drug business in the inland area is not without merit. In this transaction, New York State is not a border state. DU dealers can make enough profits by just smuggling the drugs in and selling them to those distributors."
Someone has participated in the CIA before. Although the operation failed at the official level, the information Rossi gave him was not in vain. In addition, in order to know himself and the enemy, he also learned a lot of interesting "knowledge" from an accountant who once specialized in laundering money for big DU tycoons. ".
So even though he was watched by so many people, Jack still remained calm and talked. Only those who have no money in their stomachs will have stage fright. Now the knowledge about the DU cartel is burning in his mind, and he is giving a lecture on the spot. No problem.
“I learned about the types and volume of the McBarra family’s shipments last year. They purchased heroin and phenolphthalein from multiple channels, ground them separately and then used them in a certain amount. Mix the proportions together and then sell them, the total cost will not be less than 10 million US dollars per year.
And their income will only be 50 million US dollars per year, excluding maintaining sales channels and feeding the gang members. After the cost, hey, the profit margin is not as good as those restaurants with Michelin stars in Clinton District."
These words caused a low roar of laughter, even from Dana Mauger. His face brightened slightly, and he stood aside and listened to his analysis with great interest.
“So the person we are looking for is not a local gang, but an outsider, possibly even a force from outside New York City.”
Jack shut up after finishing his conclusion. Now that he was not in the BAU group, he could speak freely. He even occasionally stepped over and gave instructions directly to the people below. Hotchner and Rossi would not care.
Jubal Valentine crossed his arms and held his chin with one hand, lowered his head and pondered for a while. After quickly digesting Jack's long speech, he began to give orders.
“Require the NYPD to collect the recent information of all street patrol officers at tomorrow morning’s morning meeting, focus on the gangs that have entered New York City, especially the Clinton District, in the past three months, contact the Organized Crime Department, and The information on both sides is cross-compared, and we need to make a list."
As his order was issued, the combat center became lively again, with the sound of keyboards and phone calls mingling.
"Jack, come to my office." After Dana Moge said that, she turned and left, and the crisp sound of high heels sounded in the corridor.
Jack quickly handed the key to Saboban to Jubal Valentine, clasped his hands in the face of the latter's confused expression, asked him to help him get it done, and then followed.
Dana Moger now calls Jack, in less than a day, from Senior Agent Jack Tavole when they first met, to Agent Jack later, and then to Just call him by his first name.
Everyone knew what this change in title meant, so even though it was the first time that his boss called him into the office, Jack was as calm as an old dog and did not panic at all.
(End of this chapter)