Chapter 589: Crying without Seeing the Coffin
Seeing the young FBI holding back his anger, blasting the accelerator and driving away, Lyle Greene's originally smiling face instantly darkened.
He hurried back to his office. He waved to the female secretary who wanted to come forward not to disturb him. He closed the office door with his backhand and locked it carefully. He walked to his desk and took out a prepaid card from the drawer. Take your phone and press the power button firmly.
At the same time, at the corner of the street on the side of the District Attorney's Office building, the Dodge Hellcat made a circle and stopped on the roadside. Jack, who had just looked aggrieved just now, seemed to be a different person. He has the foolish and virtuous behavior of a young boy.
He parked the Hellcat behind an inconspicuous gray van, got out of the car and walked to the side, raised his hand and knocked three times on the door rhythmically.
The car door was opened, revealing Danny's haggard face with a beard. Seeing that the anxiety in his eyes had subsided by seven points, Jack knew that their plan was successful.
“How is the situation?”
“That boy from the beach took the bait.”
In the surveillance vehicle converted into an ordinary van, the dignified NYPD Director was at this moment He was hunched over in the small seat, listening to something with headphones on, when he turned around and saw him getting into the car, and turned around with a smile, which made Jack suddenly feel reassured.
Frank put down his headphones and seemed to be despised by some scum. He sighed and said, "These authorized surveillance data are enough to convince the Department of Justice to launch a comprehensive investigation into Lyle Greene. The next step is up to you. ”
"I will definitely bring Linda back safely." Danny's frown finally relaxed a little and he nodded.
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"At this address, there is an old dark brown Chevrolet across the street. There are two FBI agents inside. You must act as soon as possible. The bailiff will take her away early tomorrow morning. Let's go, don't make too much noise.
And the police detective's wife, you must not hurt her. She will be sent back intact when the hearing is over tomorrow afternoon, otherwise you will. Just wait to bear the dual wrath of the NYPD and FBI."
Jack turned off the audio file he just received and patted Danny on the shoulder, "You can rest assured now, Linda will be fine. ”
Danny still had a straight face, the worry in his eyes was much lessened, replaced by burning anger.
The two of them changed back to the old Focus sedan that smelled strange but was quite inconspicuous. At this time, the car was parked in a small alley not far from the safe house where Sylvia lived. .
From their current angle, they can have a panoramic view of the safe house and the situation across the street.
As time gradually passed and the sky became darker, the lights were turned on in the house. The light penetrated the thin curtains and reflected a graceful female figure in the living room on the window glass.
At the end of the road not far away, a large truck came slowly. Jack pushed Danny who had fallen asleep in the driver's seat.
"Wake up, there's something wrong with that car."
"Damn, when did I fall asleep." Danny wiped the corners of his eyes, looking a little annoyed.
This guy has been busy solving crimes since he witnessed David Terry being shot dead by Raimundo Salazar on the street, and he has never had a good rest. It has been two days since his wife was kidnapped. I didn't get much sleep all night.
After listening to Lyle Greene's surveillance recording just now, I felt a little relaxed. Then I couldn't bear the sleepiness and fell asleep for more than an hour without realizing it.
After all, not everyone can be like a certain person who can turn on his gold finger like Superman and still be energetic after two or three days without sleeping. In fact, even Jack, the more important tasks he faces, the more important he is. , the more you will race against time and seize the time to rest.
"I guess that car will pretend to break down in the middle of the road between the surveillance car and the house." Jack had already guessed the Alma gang's plan. They did not dare to shoot two police officers protecting Sylvia in the street, so they could only Come up with a trick to control them.
Just as he expected, the large truck churned halfway through the road, and finally made a strange sound, then completely stopped moving. The position where it broke down just blocked the surveillance vehicle's view.
"Attention all units, prepare for action, our guests are coming." Watching a familiar Mercedes-Benz G-type off-road vehicle turn around the corner and speeding towards the safe house, Danny grabbed the walkie-talkie.
On the other side, the two plainclothes police officers who had been sitting in the car seemed to realize that something was wrong. They got out of the car and showed their police badges to the two large truck drivers who were pretending to repair the car, and loudly ordered them to stop the car. The car moved away, but immediately there were two pistols pressed against his waist.
At the same time, the Mercedes-Benz G, which was speeding towards the safe house, made a harsh brake sound and stopped directly on the lawn. A white man jumped out of the car, and he was the second member of the Elmar Gang. The boss, Lupino, Raimundo Salazar's most trusted subordinate.
"Confirm the target and take action!"
Seeing Lupino running two steps quickly, stepping forward and kicking open the door and rushing into the house, Danny directly sounded the siren and drove out, five or six A plainclothes police car jumped out from every corner with its colorful lights flashing, surrounding the large truck.
"Put down your weapons and kneel down!" Under the pressure of more than a dozen black holes with gun muzzles pressed against their faces, the two confused Elmar gang thugs subconsciously threw away their pistols and raised their hands obediently. Get down on your knees.
Seeing that the two colleagues who acted as baits were safe and sound, Danny breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand to have the two thugs handcuffed, and walked quickly towards the safe house. On the other side, Lupino, who had just broken into the door aggressively, had already raised his hands above his head and backed away from the house.
Immediately following came a group of fully armed ESU members (NYPD version of SWAT) and Danny's female partner Jackie. Although this eldest sister is a bit older, she actually maintains a good figure. She pretends to be 20 through the curtains. Sylvia, who stood out, didn't reveal her secrets at all.
“Bang!” Danny stepped forward quickly and knocked Lupino to the ground with a heavy punch, and then rode on him and beat him violently.
“Where is my wife?”
“Bang! Bang!”
“Say! Where is she?”
"Bang!"
However, his violent beating was rewarded with a ferocious smile. Lupino spat out the blood in his mouth, revealing his white and blood-stained teeth, " I told you, you have a beautiful wife, Detective Regan."
"Fakeyo, you son of a bitch!"
Danny wants to draw his gun again. Jack's right hand was held down, and his partner Jackie quickly stepped forward and hugged the detective who was so angry that he almost lost his mind.
“Leave this man to us, take the two guys over there and give a gag order to all the police officers involved in the operation tonight. You only caught two Elmar gang thugs. , do you understand? ”
Jack's words made Jackie turn around in surprise. Lupino, who was lying on the ground, realized something was wrong and wanted to shout loudly, but was knocked unconscious by Jack's seemingly light kick.
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Half an hour later, at the deserted river beach under the 53rd Street Bridge, the Mercedes-Benz G slowly stopped. Jack opened the door, walked around to the back of the car, and opened the trunk. , lifted Lupino out with one hand, who was as limp as a dead dog.
"This is the first time I know that there is such a desolate place in the bustling Big Apple."
Sullen Danny hummed, and took out a shovel and a shovel from the trunk. A plastic bucket filled with gasoline.
"My grandfather told me about this place. In his half-truths and half-false stories, in the 1980s and 1990s, this place was used by some police to deal with some troublesome gang members."
Jack smacked I smacked my lips, and for a moment I really couldn't tell whether it was true or false. Let alone the 1980s and 1990s, even now, I have the impression that Detective Hank from the Chicago Police Department seems to like doing this.
He leaned over and took off the dirty cloth that blocked his mouth. His limbs and joints were removed, and he was crawling on the ground like a maggot. Lupino, who wanted to stay away from the two demons, breathed freshly. The air then screamed like a girl.
"You are the police, you can't do this, help! Help!"
Unfortunately, his screams did not reach far at the beach and were drowned by the water of the Hudson River. The sound of waves crashing on both sides was drowned out.
"Qiang!"
"Qiang!"
The shovel rubbed against the rough gravel on the river beach, making a crisp metallic sound. When Lupino shouted, his voice was hoarse, and a shovel nearly one meter tall The tomb has also taken initial shape.
"Sorry, I can't dig anymore. Six feet (the standard depth of a grave in European and American funeral culture) is probably out of the question. Just use three feet."
Danny put the shovel Throwing it aside, he walked up to Lupino, kicked him down the pit with his feet, then opened the plastic bucket and poured all the gasoline inside.
"One last time, where is my wife?"
With a click, Danny lit a cigarette with a lighter and squatted down by the pit. The weak flame of the cigarette butt flickered in the river breeze at night. Suddenly dark.
"Ahem. You can't do this, you can't." Lupino, who couldn't move, was choked by the pungent smell of gasoline and coughed.
"OK, let me ask someone else. You still have three subordinates. I will bring them here one by one. There will always be someone who is willing to talk." Danny stood up and took down the cigarette he was holding. Pretending to be ready.
"At 2064 Fifth Avenue! She was tied up in the basement by me. Only I know where it is. No one is guarding her, and no one has hurt her. I told you, stop!"
(End of this chapter)