Chapter 508 Exploded Again
The police detective called Danny is a middle-aged man who is over forty years old. His hairline has obviously begun to move up. He looks like a veteran with a temperament and frowns when he speaks. Wrinkled, holding a folder with the NYPD police badge in his hand.
"This person's full name is Felton Arthur Ames, 33 years old. He has a large history of illegally possessing and selling pills. Not long ago, the NYPD's Organized Crime Division busted the McBarra family. The people above this guy are either in jail or dead. Therefore, his status in the McBara family has been rising steadily. However, according to the tip, this guy has always been lazy and careless and is not very convincing. Everyone."
"This is a good thing, most gang members have this kind of virtue, so our life can be easier." Jubal Valentine posted another photo on the screen. It was a piece of paper with a bunch of names listed in it.
"This was discovered by Riker Island prison guards in the cell of a member of the McBarra family. Felton Ames's name was at the bottom, and there were several people alive above. It was obvious that Felton Ames had been in charge. It's too late, and some people may be dissatisfied with him.
Now, dig deeper into this guy. As always, all information must go through me first, guys, for Bell and Zidan."
< br>Jack somewhat liked this commander with a direct style. He didn't say a word of nonsense throughout the whole process. He was very similar to Hotchner when he got into work. The most important thing was that he didn't always have a straight face like Hotchner. Makes you feel unapproachable.
Hotchner? ? ? ┌(.Д.)┐
"As for Agent Jack Tavole," Jubal Valentine looked at Jack with hesitation. He was probably not sure how his boss was going to arrange this newcomer to the BAU." Big shot".
Fortunately, Dana Moger appeared in the aisle at the back of the big office at this time, and she took over the conversation directly.
"Jack is temporarily partnered with Detective Danny Regan of the NYPD. As a field agent, spending more time on the streets will help him become familiar with the city."
Good. Well, although her arrangement was a bit unusual, with an FBI and an NYPD forming a temporary partner, it was extremely reasonable considering what Rossi had said before.
Remembering that she personally appeared at the scene with the head of the CSI New York Laboratory before, it seems that the so-called joint action project is quite serious.
Under the care of the big BOSS, Jack's entry procedures were extremely simple. A small separate office, perhaps less than ten square meters, was prepared. Jubal Valentine also lost a handful of Give him the car keys, the standard equipment for field agents - Saboban.
Jack's original Glock 22 sidearm was fine, but he also brought two spare guns this time. In addition to the FK7.5, the MK24 with the golden anchor LOGO needs to be re-registered.
In addition, he also brought a Noveske N4 from the BAU, which also needed to go through the process. He planned to keep this assault rifle in the Saboban trunk for a long time in case of emergency.
In addition, his driver's license also needs to be updated to New York State, and the administrative department also issued him an additional mobile phone and a new mobile phone number.
The office is not big, with only a desk, a computer, two chairs, and an empty bookshelf, but this is the first time Jack has an independent office.
Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looking at the brightly lit night view of Manhattan, he was in a daze for a while. He picked up his new mobile phone and called Mike Taylor of CSI.
The efficiency of the CSI New York laboratory is quite good. They have repaired the memory chip of the mobile phone and just recovered the complete text message content from it.
Jack asked Mike Taylor to send these contents directly to Jubal Valentine, because the latter had requested this before. As a newcomer, it is necessary to be cautious in your words and deeds.
Jie was a veteran in the workplace in his previous life. The FBI is also a workplace. He has already had enough limelight today. If he takes the limelight again, it will be detrimental to integrating into the existing team.
Sure enough, not long after, Danny Regan appeared at the door of his office, leaning against the door frame and tilting his head at Jack, "There is news from CSI about the mobile phone found at the scene. , come together?”
Looking at him looking ready for a big fight, Jack knew it was time to go out, so he picked up the suit he had just taken off and put on the back of the chair, and then picked it up from the table. car keys and followed him.
Jubal Valentine always stayed in the big office, holding a cup of coffee and looking at a stack of A4 paper in his hand. When he saw the two of them, he threw the printout in his hand on the table and motioned for them to read it by themselves.
"Wayne Pearson is currently the second-in-command of the McBarra family. Obviously Felton stepped on his head to become the boss."
Danny· Reagan picked up the information on the table and browsed it quickly, then frowned out of habit, "The message he sent to Felton was full of angry curses. It does seem that there was a motive for the crime, but the conflict between street gangs Basically, we only use guns, not bombs."
Jubal Valentine seemed to agree with his judgment. He pouted noncommittally, "Maybe the situation has escalated and we need to re-integrate the information. , but for the time being this is the only possibility at the moment."
The next moment the analyst brought up the avatar of an African-American man on the big screen, and Jubal Valentine clapped his hands loudly, attracting the attention. The eyes of everyone present said, "Everyone, listen, we now have a suspect, Wayne Pearson, find him."
After speaking, he handed Danny Regan a note, "These are his three known strongholds. It's the NYPD's turn to dispatch."
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"You guys How on earth can the police be dispatched in time in such a traffic environment?" Jack complained about the bad traffic in New York while driving under the guidance of Danny Regan.
You must know that not all police calls can sound the siren unscrupulously and rush without any thought. Sometimes, silent police calls are more common. "Don't trust the electronic map too much. There are many alleys in New York that can be passed through. Of course, the premise is to be careful of the homeless people covered with waste cardboard." Danny Regan grinned, and then seemed to suddenly think of something, continued.
"You know Jack, my partner's name is Jackie, Jackie Curatola, we've been working together for three or four years, and she's like the brakes on my damn bad temper. Always guard my back."
Jack raised his eyebrows, "Then please tell her to reassure her that I am only temporary and not here to steal her bad-tempered partner. Of course, Even when she is away, there is no need to worry about her partner's back."
Danny Regan was a little embarrassed, "Well, you know that's not what I meant."
"I. I know, it's just a little joke." Jack followed his gesture, turned into an alley, and slowed down.
“Are we almost there?”
"Yes, our guys raided three of Wayne's strongholds but failed to catch him. According to his men, he went to a strip club, just in front of 138th Street, named Mexie. There is already a surveillance team watching from the other side of the building."
Danny Regan put down his cell phone and pointed to the alley exit in front, signaling Jack to stop there.
"So, what does the NYPD usually do? Just rush in and catch him?" Jack said while checking his sidearm. Although these eating guys maintain it every day, as long as they have time before taking action, he He would check it more often, which was his good habit all along.
Danny Regan watched him finish checking his sidearm and checking his backup gun. He was very busy and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
"Although I usually do this, there are too many people inside today, and the guy and his men are fully armed, so we plan to wait until he comes out before taking action."
He hesitated for a moment, as if he always felt that the painting style of the boy in front of him was a little different from the description he had heard before. In the end, he couldn't help but asked curiously.
"I heard that you are from the FBI Behavioral Analysis Department?"
"Ah? That's right. Is there any problem?" Jack was a little confused. He didn't look like a BAU psychologist. Profiler?
Danny Regan gasped as if he had a toothache. After all, it was just a new contact. He gave up his plan to get to the bottom of it and focused on staring at the door of the club in the distance with a sign with the image of a dancer on it.
The two men were squatting in the car chatting one after another. After waiting for nearly two hours, they saw a few black guys walking out with a few scantily clad black girls in their arms. The club.
Danny Regan picked up his phone and turned on the speaker, "Is he our target? Can you confirm his identity?"
"Wait a moment, not yet, I need to see his face clearly, stand by." Phone A reply came from the medium.
Jack moved his head forward and could vaguely see two black figures on the rooftop of a small building opposite the club. After improving his perception, he could notice that one of them was holding a telescope in his hand. It should be the NYPD surveillance team.
He returned his attention to the door of the club, where a Nissan SUV had been parked before. One of the black boys put the black girl in his arms into the car, walked around the front of the car, and came to the door of the cab. Opened the door and got in the car.
Just when he turned around, Jack and Danny Regan saw this guy's face clearly at the same time.
"That's him."
"Wayne Pearson, it's him."
"Action! Action!"
As Jack stepped on the accelerator, he directly The sirens were sounded, and at the same time, several NYPD police cars sprang out from unknown corners and surrounded them from all directions.
“I hope it won’t happen again”
Before Jack finished speaking, he felt that the damn sixth sense during the day came back again, and the cold air rushed straight to his back. Danny Regan beside him was a little slower than him, and there was an indescribable expression on his face.
“Something’s wrong”
“Everyone stopped, there’s something wrong!” Jack felt his hair stand on end and his scalp was numb. He stepped on the brakes hard, but before he could put the reverse gear on, There was a loud noise, and a ball of flame came out of the Nissan SUV in front of me and exploded.
(End of this chapter)