Chapter 649 The Revenge of the Reagan Family (4)
While talking, the two came to an apartment on the third floor. They saw two corpses lying in the corridor leading to the living room from the entrance, with their waists There was a pistol in the room, but it was not drawn.
Through the corridor and through the living room, there are two corpses lying against the wall of a room inside. They also have pistols stuck in their waists but they didn't have time to pull them out.
There was still some white powder left on the table in the room. Jack, who had frequently dealt with drug addicts recently, just shrugged his nose and knew what it was.
"The cooperation is quite tacit." Jack asked Danny to stand at the window of the living room, and he stood at the door of the kicked-in room, intending to re-visit the scene.
"First he kicked the door open, then pointed his gun at the other person and shouted, 'Police, don't move.' The two boys who were on guard at the door obediently raised their hands.
Then the other two men came out of the living room. He climbed through the window and took the opportunity to make a sneak attack, shooting from the side, and the gun line just avoided his teammates. He was very professional."
After speaking, Jack took a few steps forward and walked to the door of the room, facing the two dead people inside, and raised his head. He simulated a shooting posture with his hand, "The two drug dealers who were dealing also did not dare to draw their guns. They consciously raised their hands against the wall and were subsequently executed. Then all the cash and drug dealers were taken away."
He then looked at Danny suspiciously, "Why did you say there were at least four people? Did any surveillance cameras capture anything nearby?"
"This damn place would have been completely destroyed even if there were surveillance cameras. Drop it." Danny looked unhappy when he said this. It was obvious that he had asked a similar question just now and got a disappointing answer.
"I deduced based on the rules of police action that at least two people are required to kick in the door to ensure that the two bodyguards in the corridor will obediently raise their hands and surrender.
At least two people must come in through the window. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the two bodyguards to be shot from the side. To be on the safe side, the person in front should also be shot at the same time."
It seems reasonable. Jack looked at the long table in the room again. There were traces of white powder being dragged out, and at least two large travel bags were placed on it. With such a large transaction volume, the cash used for the transaction was at least tens of millions.
Even if all ten million dollars is in hundred-yuan bills, it would weigh more than 100 kilograms. It would be really difficult for two people to easily take away the drug together.
If there are four people, it is just right. One hand can hold the bag and the other can hold a gun on guard. Or two people can be responsible for holding things, and the other two people can guard the front and rear.
"God, please forgive me, Danny, did you send your good partner away to ask for the transcript just to find a new love?"
Danny complained to Jackie, his NYPD detective partner. , walked into the apartment where the crime occurred with a pen and notebook in his hand. When he saw it was Jack, he smiled and joked with the two of them.
"Don't worry, dear, we are a lifelong couple, of course, only at work." Danny also joked. Of course he sent away his partner just now so that he could have private communication with Jack. .
"Are there any witnesses among the neighbors?" He turned to ask his partner.
This is obviously why Jackie complained at the beginning, "I found nothing. Except for the two people who heard "Police, don't move" next door, no one dared to come out and take a look. In a place like this, Hearing the word police will make even a cockroach turn around and run away.”
"Leave the rest to CSI." Although Jack didn't have high hopes for this, regardless of whether the person who did this was a dirty cop or not, the methods were quite professional and wouldn't leave too many traces.
But there is one thing CSI can still do, and that is to examine the ballistics of the bullets on the corpse.
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The next morning, in Frank Regan’s office.
"Yes, I am Reagan. Have you got the results of IBIS (Integrated Ballistic Identification System)? Okay, I understand. Thank you, Mike. Please keep this matter secret for the time being."
Frank Regan hung up the cell phone in his hand, his brows knitted into a knot, and he pondered for a long time before taking out two cigars from the cigar box on the table, throwing one to Jack, and lighting one for himself.
"The CSI lab said that the pistol that fired those bullets came from a batch of confiscated weapons within the NYPD that should have been destroyed long ago."
He exhaled heavily, "To be honest, just Even I don’t know who I should believe for a while.”
Jack took the cigar and lit it without saying anything. It’s enough to listen to this kind of words, there is no need to agree. However, it is normal for Frank to feel this way. He was already the police chief when his son Joey had an accident. His eldest son died. Whether it was an accident or not, the NYPD Internal Affairs Department would definitely scrutinize this.
Maybe Frank was negligent in this matter, or maybe he never expected that one of his subordinates would dare to assassinate his son, but he was so experienced that he really couldn't find any clues from the investigation report of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. .
It’s easy to think about this kind of thing and become extremely frightened. Does this mean that the Internal Affairs Department, which maintains internal discipline in the NYPD, may also have "Blue Templars".
After thinking about it, this seems quite reasonable. If the other party didn't have someone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the news would have spread to Frank, who is the director.
The two men were silent like this. One was sitting behind the desk, and the other was sitting on the sofa opposite him, puffing away and thinking hard, when there was a sudden knock on the door.
As soon as Frank's female secretary, Baker, opened the door, she choked on the smoke and started coughing. She quickly covered her nose and walked quickly to the window. She opened the window first to let some air in, and then looked at the silent man in surprise. Two people.
She had met Jack several times and knew his identity, but as Frank's secretary, this was the first time she saw her boss smoking a cigar with someone in the office, with such a serious expression.
"What's the matter, Beck?" Frank put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.
"DEA Operations Director Dawn wants to see you and says that she has important information to share with you about the raid on a drug dealer that took place in Harlem last night." The female secretary replied while standing by the window. , waited for the cool autumn wind to sweep away the smoke in the room, and then closed the window.
"Let him in." Frank nodded, seeing Jack getting up from the sofa as if he was about to go out for a while, he quickly raised his hand to stop him.
“Since it’s about the case last night, Jack, why don’t you stay and listen to what important information it is.”
Not long after, female secretary Baker led a burly, bald black man in.
"This is Senior Agent Jack Tavole of the FBI. He was also involved in last night's case." Frank took the initiative to introduce the two of them.
"Is that Jack Tavole?" The DEA operations director named Dorn seemed to have heard of Jack, with a slightly surprised look on his face, "The DEA owes you a big favor. "
"That is the result of the joint efforts of many departments." Jack was a little modest. He was the youngest and the least qualified among the three people present. This manager Dorn seemed to be the youngest. He is also in his forties.
The three of them chatted for a while, and the senior official from the DEA showed a little hesitation. After a little hint, Frank made it clear that he asked Jack to listen, and then he made it clear what his purpose was.
"The situation is probably like this. The murderers most likely have a police background. In last night's massacre, one of the deceased was a secret informant of the DEA. We have reason to suspect that someone obtained this information through him with his police identity. Information about the transaction."
"Do you have any evidence?" Frank asked calmly.
Director Dorn nodded and said, "As we speak, the surveillance recordings are being copied and will be sent to you soon. We have confirmed that the owner of one of the voices is from the NYPD, but we cannot Determine which person it is."
"Only one? It must be a gang crime."
As he spoke, Frank communicated with Director Dorn about the current situation in detail. Omitting the section about the "Blue Templars", he admitted that there was indeed a group of moles within the NYPD, and the reason why Jack, the FBI, appeared in his office was also related to this.
"How much was the total amount involved in this transaction?" Jack thought of his discussion with Danny last night. Since there were DEA insiders among the dead, they must know the specific circumstances of the transaction.
"Based on previous transaction records and the intelligence we have obtained, it is estimated that there are about 12 million in cash and pure heroin worth the same amount." Director Dorn pondered for a moment and gave a staggering number.
“This is a large amount of pension.” Frank snorted coldly. If you add in the crime that Danny confirmed before, which happened in the South District of Brooklyn last month and was also a case of gangsters, then Help guys make more than $30 million in less than two months.
(End of this chapter)