Chapter 726 The attack on NYPD police officers
The Bronx can be regarded as New York’s industrial area, with many clothing and shoe factories concentrated, as well as electrical and electronic equipment, machine manufacturing, chemicals and arms. and other industries.
Like other districts in New York, the public security here is good or bad. The emerging entrepreneurial industrial area and the old industrial area may be separated by only one street, and a line is also drawn between the rich and the poor. Insurmountable boundaries.
Because we were taking a detour from Staten Island to this area in the northernmost part of New York, when the two cars arrived one after another, the yellow warning tape had been drawn up and surrounded by people. NYPD police.
Whether it is the NYPD or the LAPD, being shot by one of their own police officers is a top priority. Almost all the night patrol officers on duty nearby rushed over.
Newcomer Jim Aubrey, who also received the news and came from his home in upper Manhattan, arrived early and was squatting next to a body covered with a white cloth on the side of the road to check the situation.
Jack and Hannah got out of the car. Danny, who parked in front of them, had already taken three steps at a time and couldn't wait to find the police officer present to understand the situation.
Seeing the two of them, Aubrey lifted a corner of the white cloth covering the body, looking a little sad, "He died before the ambulance arrived."
On the ground was A motorcycle policeman wearing a helmet, a Latino male who looked to be in his early 30s, had his trachea and carotid artery punctured in his neck.
Blood flowed along the road and extended to the ditch on the side of the road, where a police flashlight that had been crushed and deformed by a wheel lay there. The broken glass of the lamp head reflected scarlet blood.
Before he died, the police officer was covering his injured neck with his left hand and holding a gun in his right hand. It was obvious that he had realized that something was wrong at the time, but it was too late and he was attacked the moment he drew his weapon.
"He was supposed to be doing a night traffic inspection at the time of the incident. In his last communication with the main station, he mentioned that he stopped a car, but I don't understand why he didn't report the license plate in advance." Aub Rui was confused.
"Because if it is just a minor violation, it is normal not to report the license plate in advance. Is he wearing a law enforcement recorder?" Jack and Hannah looked at each other. They are both from the LAPD and have some experience in this area. .
"When I arrived, the NYPD technicians had just removed the body camera worn on his chest, and they should be downloading data at this time."
Aubrey replaced it Putting on the white cloth, Danny walked over from the direction of the police officers with a sad face, "His name was Tony Sanchez. He went to Afghanistan twice and survived, but he lost his life because of issuing a ticket."
Jack subconsciously glanced at the hand still holding the gun exposed under the white cloth. He was able to kill an experienced veteran with just one shot. Although it was a sneak attack, the opponent was obviously not an ordinary person.
He sighed but didn't know how to comfort him, "Are there any witnesses?"
"There is only one, and he is also the person who called the police."
Danny pointed out He pointed at a middle-aged African-American man standing outside the police tape. Two police officers were taking notes on the scene for him with pens and paper.
"Let's get together." Jack patted him on the shoulder. He knew that Danny was also a veteran, so he was inevitably touched.
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“I’m working the night shift tonight, and my desk is right next to that window.” The middle-aged African-American man pointed to an office building on the roadside, “After hearing the gunfire, I looked Looking out the window, I just saw the policeman lying on the side of the road. "So you didn't actually see the shooting," Hannah asked.
"No, I called 911 immediately. When I ran out of the building, the car had already run away. The policeman was holding his neck and still gasping for air. I tried to help him stop the bleeding, but..."
Jack glanced at the blood on his hands and nodded slightly.
The middle-aged African-American man was dressed in a somewhat old-fashioned way. He was in his 40s. He looked like an ordinary blue-collar worker, but he was a rare warm-hearted person. Most people would not dare to run out of the building to save people when encountering something like this, even if they were hit. The shooter was a police officer.
“Can you describe that car?” Danny couldn’t bear it, and subconsciously glanced at the body covered with white cloth again.
“Of course, it was a black car with black film on the windows, so you couldn’t see clearly inside. It looked very high-end, but the paint style was a bit strange, like the kind that specializes in leasing luxury cars. "It's a company car, can you understand what I mean?"
Jack said, "Have you seen the license plate clearly? Even just a part of it will be helpful to us." The African-American man had a look of embarrassment on his face. "Sorry, it was too dark at the time, and I was also very nervous. I just remembered that it had the three letters KFC on it, just like KFC."
After that, several people asked a few more questions, leaving the contact information of witnesses as usual before letting him go.
Jack turned to look at Danny, "It doesn't look like a premeditated attack, nor does it look like a hate crime against the police. Do you want to come back to the operations center with us?"
Danny shook his head, "I hope it's not an attack on the police. Recently, the relationship between the NYPD and ethnic minorities has been very tense due to the policies introduced by some assholes. The old man is worried that the antagonism between the two parties will further intensify, so he immediately asked The FBI is involved.
I still need to stay at the scene to collect surrounding traffic surveillance. The NYPD liaison officer has rushed to 26 Federal Plaza. Once the data from the law enforcement recorder is extracted, it will be sent to them as soon as possible. You."
26 Federal Plaza is naturally the federal building where the FBI's New York office is located. Although there are many other federal agencies in the building, this address usually refers to the FBI.
This is just like when New Yorkers say "Island", they refer to Manhattan, and when they mention "Street", they generally refer to Wall Street.
Farewell to Danny for the time being, Jack and the three drove back to the combat center. The place was already brightly lit. Jubal recalled nearly half of the analysts and technicians, and the remaining half will take over the work during the day tomorrow.
Steaming coffee was placed on everyone’s table, and they looked ready. Photos of the deceased police officers and photos just sent back from the scene were displayed on the big screen.
Seeing the three people walking into the big office, Jubal put down the coffee cup in his hand, nodded at them, and said hello, "How is the scene?"
Jack sighed, "Although the identity of the murderer is not yet clear, the NYPD is very angry. Fortunately, they have a calm-minded and rational chief. The situation at the scene does not look like a sniper operation targeting the police. Have the body camera footage been sent?"
Jubal pointed to an Asian guy sitting in front of him, "I just received it and are processing the picture. We hope to get a clear enough frontal photo of the murderer."
Jack subconsciously looked around. Several analysts and technicians did not find the beautiful single mother Alice Taylor. No wonder these otakus all rely on strong coffee to refresh themselves.
Of course this is just a joke, but Hannah has been in contact with her a few times recently. I feel that she has a good personality and is serious and meticulous in her work. The problem is that she is a federal employee. Although she works for the FBI, she does not seem to have become a FBI agent's thoughts.
This is somewhat in conflict with Jack’s original idea. There is still some difference between employees and official agents. It is like the difference between official police and auxiliary police. Whether to wear a gun or not is another matter. The problem is Employees do not have enforcement powers.
Although Jack does not expect all of his men to be able to fight, he still hopes to have an official agent stationed in his hometown. After all, including himself, there will only be a total of six people, and he will need to be on call 24 hours a day. .
In the event someone takes time off or an emergency arises, an agent with law enforcement powers can come in handy.
However, Jack only had some ideas before, so he asked Hannah to help test it out first, but he has not yet made a final decision. If the other party really has no willingness in this regard, he can only continue to look through resumes. .
“The image is processed.” As he spoke, the Asian guy projected the image onto the big screen. “He only turned on the camera when he walked to the car door, so the license plate was not captured, but the image was clear. There is no problem, the driver’s avatar has been captured for facial recognition.”
The shooting angle of the law enforcement recorder is from the first-person perspective, and a hand of the attacked police officer appears in the upper left corner of the screen. Holding a police flashlight, he was cautiously approaching a black Lincoln sedan.
The NYPD police law enforcement recorder has no audio in the first 15 seconds after it is turned on, so they cannot hear the conversation between the two parties clearly, but it can be seen that the murdered officer did not notice anything strange at this time .
Then the driver lowered the window glass. At this time, the law enforcement recorder began to record audio. Everyone also heard the conversation between the two parties. The police officer asked the driver to show his driver's license and driving license in a very formal manner. The reason was that the Lincoln had a taillight that was not in place. Bright.
(End of this chapter)