Chapter 691: Obnoxious Politicians and Dangerous Criminals
"Mr. Director." Irene's tone was a little angry, perhaps because Frank had expressed confidence in himself just now, and then gave this hint to Jack in the blink of an eye. , which made her a little confused.
"The King's County District Attorney is here, sir." At this time, the female secretary Baker gently knocked on the door and reminded outside the door.
"Please greet me first, Baker." As he spoke, Frank stood up from the desk. Jack quickly put away the information and returned it to Erin, and then stood up and prepared to leave.
This swab contamination incident involves not only the CSI New York laboratory, but also police laboratories in other states and regions. Similarly, the Manhattan District Attorney's Office is not the only one that needs to be busy. Frank also has to deal with other areas. Prosecutors who came to report the situation.
The Director walked to his daughter and put his arms around her, "You know what? My dear, I still remember the way that bastard Reed laughed from beginning to end in the court, let alone the nonsense he said to you. That scene.
No one can treat the Reagan daughter like that. Also, I'm glad you finally got rid of your ex-husband and changed your last name."
"I won't. Let him get away with it." Irene bit her lip, stretched out her arms to hug her father and coquettishly for a while before letting go, and then glanced at Jack indifferently, looking a little embarrassed.
Jack almost whistled in the sky to indicate that he had seen nothing, but Frank obviously had something to explain to him, so he could only lower his head behind the two of them and pretend to organize the gun case.
Frank raised his wrist and glanced at the time, turned to Jack and said, "There is still one hour until the press conference. Before that, you can go to the shooting range of the police station downstairs to try this gun.< br>
Also remember to ask for a business card from Baker and contact him directly. They will send the remaining guns and accessories to the place you specify. "
"Thank you very much, Director Reagan. "Jack sincerely thanked him. This is a good thing worth 1,000 US dollars. His small operations team has limited funds, so he can save whatever he can.
He came to the underground shooting range attached to the NYPD headquarters downstairs and brought it with him I test-fired several magazines with the soundproof earmuffs, and Jack is very satisfied with this pistol. Although it is slightly heavier than the Glock 22, it is much lighter than the FK7.5 that he has always used as a backup gun. br>
And the recoil of this gun is much softer than those of large-caliber pistols. Even if it is used by a female agent, there will be no problem. The most important thing is that the magazine capacity is the same as that of the Glock 22. 15 rounds did not affect the "Poly Hole Party" people's persistence in emptying the magazine.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Jack put the gun back into the box with satisfaction and left the New York Police Station, coming to the opposite side. The police square was already overcrowded at this time, and reporters and busybodies crowded the podium on the steps
The mayor who was speaking was a middle-aged man with white hair, who looked a few years younger than Frank. Sure enough, as Dana Moger said, judging from his remarks, he did indeed I stand with the NYPD.
In my impression, the mayor seems to have always been slightly critical of the NYPD, especially Frank. It seems to be because the director (Police Commission) he appointed before was not able to control the people below. , resigned in anger.
Unexpectedly, in his speech just now, he proactively promised to work with the NYPD to deal with the current problems head-on and work hard to eliminate the negative impact caused by it.
Perhaps it has something to do with the fact that he is trying to seek re-election. Just when Jack was thinking this, a reporter asked a sharp question. What exactly caused the problem in the DNA test this time? .
The mayor seemed to be prepared, and turned around and asked the question to the head of the New York City Council’s Public Safety Committee, a female African-American city councilor.
Then Jack knew why the mayor would stand with the NYPD this time. The black aunt, known as Ms. Collins, made a speech after taking the stage, directly targeting the mayor and the NYPD.
“In short, in the past ten years, the number of crimes pointed out by DNA single evidence in this city has tripled, spending a lot of government funding, but today we are facing catastrophic consequences
So the main problem is that our police rely too much on DNA evidence, which is a drain on municipal finances, and they completely depart from the good old ways of handling cases, which is by collecting hair, fibers, uh, fingerprints and so on.
Those are tasks that should be completed by the police department’s own evidence team, what do you think?”
Jack in the audience also heard this nonsense. I could only shake my head secretly. As expected, Mike Taylor was right. Politicians would not let go of this opportunity.
The New York City Council Public Safety Committee is one of the superior financial departments of the NYPD and is responsible for reviewing city security expenditures and some special appropriations. He silently took out his mobile phone and Googled the city councilor's background, and then discovered some interesting things. This aunt was obviously an ambitious person. Not only did she participate in several so-called committees, but she also owned a company that was said to be quite wealthy. With a strong campaign fund, he is currently participating in the mayoral campaign.
Obviously even Frank did not expect that he would be called out in public. For a moment, there was even a bit of surprise on his expression. It was obvious that he had not received any information in advance. , not to mention that he would be challenged by a city councilor in public.
At this time, even the reporters in the audience looked at each other. There was no surprise on their faces that they had caught the big news. They would still understand if the congresswoman directly fired at the mayor. But what would it be like to attack Frank Reagan and the NYPD he led?
The people are confused about the situation. How can they, the media reporters, not understand what is going on? Strictly speaking, the NYPD and its affiliated CSI laboratory can be considered victims of this incident.
And now that a group of criminals are about to be released into society, everyone still expects the police to work hard to find evidence and send these bastards back to prison as soon as possible. Even if it doesn't work, they should appropriately increase the frequency of patrols near the residences of these bastards.
However, Frank, who was named, obviously had no intention of correcting or refuting Ms. Collins’s fallacious accusation.
"I don't want to shirk my responsibility as the police chief, Madam Congressman." After saying this, Frank's old face twitched slightly, then squeezed out a smile, turned to the black aunt and smiled slightly. Nodding.
“But the public should rest assured that this will never happen again. We will send out the NYPD’s own inspection team to conduct irregular inspections on suppliers of police equipment and consumables that may have hidden dangers.”< br>
"But the problem still exists. The most dangerous villain will soon continue to roam New York City." An old acquaintance among the reporters in the audience, who was also Frank's secret lover, held up a news letter. The microphone of the station LOGO said loudly.
"I know who the person you are referring to is, and I still remember those days of panic, Miss Davidson." Seeing the tacit support and timely appearance, the smile on Frank's face became much more natural.
“I want to use various media to convey our commitment to the general public. The NYPD will spare no effort to ensure everyone’s safety.”
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Half an hour later, Still in Frank's office, standing and sitting, two men, one old and one young, lit cigars again.
After a long while, Jack, who was leaning on the sofa, sighed heavily, "You should know, Frank, even if the FBI takes action to kill the most dangerous bad guy, if there is no very reasonable reason or The timing, at the cusp of such a storm, will still cause an uproar in public opinion, right?”
Frank took a puff of his cigar, and after a while he slowly exhaled the smoke, with a sly smile on his face that didn't match his age.
“I’m afraid you misunderstood some of my thoughts, Jack. The reason why I called you and Irene together today is because I hope you can pay a little attention to it in the future. My daughter."
"Huh?" This time it was Jack's turn to be extremely surprised. The age difference is a bit big, isn't it appropriate?
Quickly expelling this unlikely idea from his mind, Jack turned his mind three more times before tentatively asking, "You mean, you want me to protect your daughter?"
Frank's eyes instantly became sharp, "Of course, what do you think I meant?"
"Uh" Jack didn't dare to show the slightest hint of guilt, and immediately puffed up his chest and said loyally, "Of course there is no problem."
Then he immediately changed the subject, "But may I know why?"
Perhaps someone's acting skills were too superb and did not show any flaws, or maybe Frank was too lazy to dig deeper. He sat down on the sofa opposite Jack and flicked the ashes of his cigarette before speaking in a serious tone.
“As mentioned before, I once attended the trial of Eileen’s lawsuit against Dick Reed. The look in that beast’s eyes made me feel sick, no matter from the perspective of a veteran police officer with more than 30 years of experience, From a father's perspective, do you understand what I mean?"
"I understand." Jack nodded. Frank suspected that the pervert might take action against his daughter after he was released from prison, so he hoped that he would. Can protect Erin's safety.
(End of this chapter)