Chapter 653: The Revenge of the Reagan Family (End)
Sonny Malewski’s move seemed unexpected, but it was reasonable.
He once personally killed the son of the NYPD boss, still in his capacity as a policeman. Now that things have been exposed, whether he saves others by himself or dare not bet on Frank's kindness, it really doesn't matter whether he chooses or not. A dead end.
Even in the best-case scenario, Frank does nothing and just watches him being thrown into prison. What awaits him will be torture worse than death. You must know which of the prisoners in the prison are It’s not that I hate the police.
The rest of the police officers who were imprisoned for crimes may be able to hide their identities, and maybe five or six out of ten will survive, but Malewski will definitely die and will suffer a lot before he dies. torture.
There is no shortage of people in the world who want to make progress. Frank doesn't even need to ask. There are plenty of people willing to sell him a favor. It's easy to send some information to jail, or even directly arrange for one or two desperadoes.
Malewski can be considered a veteran policeman who has been working in the NYPD for almost 20 years. He understands this very well. Similarly, Frank, who has worked in the NYPD for almost 40 years, understands it even better.
"We will all die, Sonny, it's just a matter of time." Mr. Director said with emotion without any intention to dissuade him.
"Bang!" Something in red and white splashed out from Malewski's Heavenly Spirit Cap, coating the entire wall.
"Danny, take off these people's police badges." Frank's face twitched slightly, and he turned and left without even looking at the corpse on the ground.
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“Go back and have a good sleep. You don’t have to go to work tomorrow. I will make your favorite sweet and sour short ribs.” Jack kissed Hannah’s pink lips and asked her to go back and rest first. , and waved goodbye to Jubal who was driving.
He himself walked slowly to a streetlight. Here, Frank was putting his right hand in his pocket and holding a cigar in his left hand. A little dark red flickered in the dim light.
Danny and James were still busy in the club, working with ESU to search the criminal police officers one by one and put handcuffs on them.
"Thank you Jack. In fact, I don't know how to express my gratitude to you." Frank did not look back and spoke with a thick nasal voice.
"Just borrow a fire." Jack held the cigar in his mouth and touched all over his body for a long time, but found that he had just put the lighter in the car.
Frank laughed dumbly, not bothering to hide his red and swollen eyes. He turned around, took out a match from his pocket, and lit the cigar for him himself.
"If there are always people who go to those mean streets, it must be people who are righteous and have neither fear of being stained nor fear. (Downthesemeanstreetssamanmustgowhoisnothimselfmean,whoisneithertarnishednorafraid.)" Jack puffed out a cigarette. Circle, said faintly.
"Raymond Chandler?" Frank was slightly surprised.
Raymond Chandler was a famous American writer of detective novels in the first half of the last century. His tough guy private detective Philip Marlowe is even more famous in this country than Sherlock Holmes to some extent. .
The passage that Jack is reciting now comes from his writing. As someone's reading volume increases sharply, he can now quote this paragraph occasionally.
"I think he may be talking about people like Joey." Jack sighed with emotion. He thought that he was a small person and could not do undercover work, but this did not prevent him from taking the initiative. Working undercover only out of respect for those who fight against crime.
Under the exaggeration of some literary and artistic works, when people in today's world begin to have a faint contempt or even hostility towards undercover people who are accompanied by words such as lies and betrayal, they have ignored the spirit of righteousness they uphold. .
Literary and artistic works are increasingly tending to depict the moral dilemmas they face, as if the image of an undercover agent who does not have inner struggles and does not smear himself with blood in the mud is not enough to shock people's hearts. "I have a feeling that he seems to be by my side tonight, watching all this." After Frank finished speaking, he rubbed his face vigorously and resumed his previous boss behavior.
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"That 'Blue Temple' has been completely solved?" Dana Moger, who had just returned from Washington DC, was a little shocked at the NYPD's handling speed.
To be honest, Jack was also surprised. Although he rarely followed up on the judicial process after the case was solved, at most he would supplement a few reports in accordance with the requirements of the district attorney, but with the old American Considering the extremely cumbersome and lengthy judicial process, the efficiency of sending everyone to jail in less than two weeks is simply astonishing.
"It is said that some private deal was reached. They would serve their sentences in a relatively 'safe' prison, so they quickly signed a plea agreement."
Because FBI New York The big bosses in the office and the NYPD reached a certain tacit understanding. This time, both Jack, Jubal and Hannah who later helped, and the two analysts were all working in vain.
It cannot be said that there is no merit at all, but at least there will not be too many traces of the FBI in the files of this case. Fortunately, the NYPD is not completely silent.
The NYPD police union has provided non-field agents in the FBI's New York office with a list of parking lots, which was originally an exclusive benefit for NYPD officers.
As we all know, due to traffic congestion and the problem of expensive parking spaces, less than 30% of New Yorkers have driver's licenses, which is inverse with the impression this country has always given.
The Traffic Management Bureau under the NYPD cannot solve the traffic congestion problem, but it has been doing its best to secure parking spaces for its police officers’ private cars. The police union will also periodically conduct surveys of open spaces everywhere. , once a site is found that can be utilized, an application will be submitted to the municipal department to obtain the right to use it.
Now the NYPD has shared these spaces with the FBI New York office, which means that even non-field agents, as long as they are not afraid of traffic jams, can confidently buy themselves a private car and at least have a place to park. .
Well, in fact, the number of people who really benefited may be counted on two hands, but this kind of proactive attitude is indeed worthy of recognition.
So Jack can now boast proudly in a poker game with a well-known best-selling author, Rick Cassel. He, Senior Agent Jack Tavole, single-handedly, It has helped the FBI greatly improve its relationship with the two largest local police departments in the United States (NYPD) and the second largest (LAPD).
Of course, the real changes in the relationship between the two parties are not limited to the surface. Even Jack has no way of knowing how much cooperation intentions Frank Regan and Dana Moger have reached.
But everyone in the operations center can really feel it. For example, in the past few weeks, everyone can see Dana Moge walking into the office with a cheerful face and calm steps every day.
Unfortunately, the good mood of the female boss did not last long. Seeing that Thanksgiving was approaching and the temperature in New York was dropping day by day, Jack and Hannah were called out of the warm house by a phone call in the early morning. Under the covers, he rushed to the combat center.
"What's going on? Sneeze!" A gust of cold air rushed into the office. Before Jack could even ask the question, he was stimulated by the temperature difference of more than 20 degrees between the outside and indoors, which made him sneeze several times.
"God bless you." Jubal said this subconsciously, but he also looked confused. He also hurried over just after receiving the call, and he didn't even have time to take off his coat.
"Tap-tat-tat" came the sound of rapid high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, followed by the female boss with messy hair and a bare face. Jack, who had a keen eye, could even see the lines on the corners of her mouth. The lipstick marks that were not wiped off after the flight looked very embarrassing.
"Just now, a school bus and its 26 primary school students disappeared in West Chester County!"
(End of this chapter)