Chapter 650 The Revenge of the Reagan Family (5)
Perhaps the actual amount received is not so high. After all, it is unlikely that the drug addict worth 12 million will be sold at the original price. But even so, the final sum of the two sums will be Cash income should not be less than 20 million.
It is still unknown how many members of the "Blue Templars" are involved in this series of gangster crimes. Even if it is calculated as too many, if 20 people share it equally, one million per person is still extremely high. It's rich.
In fact, the NYPD’s pension system is quite good. The specific plan is a bit cumbersome. It is usually calculated based on working years plus extended retirement time as weighted items.
Take Danny as an example. He joined the police when he was 25 years old, and he could choose to retire when he was 45 years old.
Assuming that his salary income in the last year before retirement is about US$110,000, his annual pension will be about US$58,000. If he is willing to continue working for another five years, his annual pension will be nearly US$84,000.
When Danny has worked for 30 years, that is, if he chooses to retire at the age of 55, his pension will even exceed his annual salary income in the last year of employment.
Considering that most of the people involved are veteran police officers with rich experience, such as Detective Malewski, the only one they have confirmed his identity now, who has worked for more than 25 years, Frank used his pension The metaphor is quite vivid.
“We have been tracking this group of drug dealers for nearly 2 years, but the success fell short because of some dirty police officers who came out of nowhere. Everyone involved in the operation was very unhappy.
However, considering the long-term cooperative relationship between the DEA and the NYPD, we have arranged follow-up cleanup work. At present, all undercover personnel have been evacuated, and relevant informants have been protected. The next step depends on your actions.”
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After Dorn expressed the DEA's attitude, he chatted with the two again for a while, then said goodbye and left. Before leaving, Frank once again expressed his gratitude to the DEA for the goodwill conveyed by him.
“I think I owe Dana a huge favor.” How could the mature Frank not guess that Dana Moge’s mediation was behind this matter, even though he and the DEA The relationship is indeed good, but not to the extent that the other party would take the initiative to come to show their goodwill even after suffering a loss.
However, Jack still acted as if he suddenly realized it, saying that he was innocent and innocent and didn't know about it. In fact, although he had some guesses, after all, he gave it to those who were still in Washington DC after leaving the scene last night. The female boss sent a message, but she didn't expect that there were so many stories behind it.
Dana Moger did not tell him in advance that there was a DEA informant among the four dead last night. She just hinted that he should visit Frank this morning.
Although he received another piece of bad news, Frank's spirit cheered up a little, and his mood seemed to be temporarily no longer immersed in the sadness of the death of his son Joey. He stepped forward and patted Jack's hand. Shoulder.
"Are you free? Get in your cool Dodge and take me out to do some errands."
"Sir, do you want me to help you arrange a car?" said Baker, the female secretary sitting outside the office. When both Frank and Jack put on their coats and walked out of the room, they quickly stood up and asked.
Although this blonde, long-legged beauty is under 30 years old, she is one of Frank's absolute confidants at work, and her level of observation is also top-notch.
"No, it's just a personal matter, not to mention I already have a driver." Frank smiled at her and then quickly took the lead into the elevator.
As the director, Frank usually requires a bulletproof Sababan car and full-time security guards when going out, but today is a little special.
After getting in the car, he handed Jack a piece of paper with an address in Uptown written on it.
This is a pretty good neighborhood. The three-story townhouses and the street park are only separated by a road. Although it is not like the vast and sparsely populated Los Angeles, every house has a luxurious front lawn. But the steps in front of the house are still very uniquely decorated with flower pots.
Jack stopped on the side of the road, Frank got out of the car alone, walked quickly to one of the doors and knocked on the door.
A white woman in her 50s opened the door and couldn't help but look surprised when she saw the visitor, "Frank, oh, no, I mean, Mr. Director."
"Hello, Alice, can you call me Gerry?" It can be seen that both parties are old acquaintances. Although the old woman whom Frank calls Alice changes her name to the director, she is mostly joking.
"Oh, of course, Gerry! You'll never guess who's coming." Alice shouted back to the room, then apologized, "Sorry, I'm rude, please come in, Frank."
"No, it's okay. It's just a small matter. I won't go in." While the two were chatting, a white man about the same age as the old woman came to the door. He was also surprised when he saw Frank, "Director ? ”
Frank smiled at his wife Alice again, and nodded slightly at Gerry who came to the door, "Excuse me, Alice, Gerry, come take a walk with me." The two of them walked across the road together. At the same time, Jack also got out of the car, adjusted his windbreaker to cover the gun at his waist and armpit, and followed the two of them a few steps away like a bodyguard.
"How is your family?" Gerry didn't know the reason why his director came to visit, but they were all old friends who had known each other for decades, so he didn't think much about it. He followed him and greeted casually.
"Thanks to you, they are all doing well. How is your family?" Frank responded a little perfunctorily, his face gradually becoming gloomy.
"Sean is the lacrosse coach at Stony Brook University, and Tina has just become pregnant with her third child, a girl." It can be seen that this Gerry should be a middle-level or high-level person in the NYPD Police officer, life can be considered happy.
He was unaware of Frank's suppressed anger and was still talking endlessly. Perhaps he really thought that his director was just passing by and remembered his old friend to chat with him.
The two came to the side near the neighborhood park. Frank slowed down and interrupted the other person's words with a straight face.
"On August 15th, you issued an order to destroy confiscated weapons, but some of the 9mm Glocks were concealed. Who did you give these items to?"< br>
When Gerry heard this question, he felt like he was struck by lightning, and his whole body suddenly became visibly depressed, "Oh God"
"I should have guessed that this day would come sooner or later?" Jack said standing in the distance. Without speaking, I help him finish the second half of the sentence silently in my heart.
Gerry, who was originally smiling, seemed to have lost his sense of direction. He turned around twice in a daze, and sat down tremblingly on a bench in the street park.
Frank stood in front of him, as if looking at a pile of garbage, with a bit of impatience on his face, "You have ten seconds, otherwise the conditions will be invalid."
"What conditions?" Gerry asked tremblingly.
Frank impatiently bargained with him, "Your only condition is, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6"
Listening to this countdown that seemed to be urging people to die, two names immediately popped out of Gerry's mouth, " Okay, okay, don’t count, it’s Art Buchanan and Will Atwater, from the Narcotics Division of the Northern District of Manhattan.”
Frank looked suspicious, he knew very well Gerry. It is impossible for me to get on the line with two police detectives for no reason and do such a dangerous transaction. "Is that all?"
"These are the two police detectives who are doing business with me." Gerry revealed Fear.
"There is another name, the person who pulled the strings, the person who caused you to fall into this situation, I will find this person, you know what I will do, 3, 2, 1"
Gee, is this the coercion of the boss with full aura? Jack, who was watching the show not far away, was amazed. It would be great if he could handle the case so easily.
Gerry, a senior police officer in the NYPD who usually wears a white shirt, a gold wind belt, and a pine brim police hat, now looks like a helpless child in front of Frank. I cried straight away.
"Teddy Chapin, from the 31st Precinct."
Seeing him crying with snot and tears, Frank picked up his suit jacket and took out a piece of cake from his pocket. The white handkerchief was handed to him, and his original majestic expression fell down. He looked back at Jack behind him, his face full of helplessness at exposing his family's scandal.
"What are the conditions?" Gerry couldn't wait to know the punishment he was about to receive.
"Tomorrow morning, I want to see your police badge and gun appear on the desk of your branch chief. The money you got from the private transaction can be kept as your only pension in the future.
I don’t want you to appear in any NYPD branch again, including going to retirement parties, or even wearing a baseball cap with the word NYPD on it, and you are not allowed to tell anyone why.”
(End of this chapter)