American Detective: Starting as a Rookie Cop in an American TV Show

Chapter 1292 Goodbye "Li Si"

"Apparently, not all police officers are so dedicated." Jack handed the tablet back to Alice.

The average arm length of an adult, from shoulder to fingertips, is about 60-80 centimeters. Jack had seen Pete Arndt in person before the car accident. Although he was only slightly shorter than Jack, about 1 meters tall, he definitely did not have the trait of Liu Bei whose arms were longer than the knees.

Jack didn't even need Alice to pull up photos of the scene. Just by looking at the model of the shotgun marked on the police report, a Remington 28 with a 870-inch barrel, he knew that the man was most likely killed by suicide.

The distance from the muzzle to the trigger of this gun is just over 80 cm, which means that unless this guy took off his shoes and socks and pulled the trigger with his toes, it would be impossible for him to complete the difficult operation described in the police report given the length of his arms.

Jack's mouth curled up slightly. If he ruled out certain low-probability events, then there seemed to be only one possibility left: someone appeared and avenged his old lover neatly and efficiently.

Everything seemed to be arranged. Shortly after dinner, when Jack was still hesitating whether to tell Jessica that her ex-husband had hung up, Danny called his cell phone from the 12th precinct.

"I think I caught the homeless guy you were looking for. He was alone... Anyway, I've brought him to the 72th Precinct, which is closest to the 12nd Street subway entrance. Do you think it's necessary to mobilize the ESU (New York Special Police) to come over for support?"

"As long as he cooperates, don't act rashly. Just operate normally and don't do anything extra, like collecting fingerprints. Do you understand me?"

After Jack finished speaking, he picked up the car keys and was about to go out, but he stopped at the door and turned back upstairs to his dormitory to get the silicone prosthesis and mustache for camouflage.

Seeing him in such a hurry, his friends were a little surprised. Finally, Jubal couldn't help but ask, "Do you need help?"

Jack didn't turn to look at him, but instead cast his gaze at Jessica who looked bewildered. "Not for now. I may not be back tonight. Everyone should be prepared for unexpected tasks. Also, Jessica had better ask for two days' leave from the hospital."

Jessica subconsciously wanted to ask why, but in the blink of an eye Jack had disappeared at the door. Soon the dull engine sound of the Audi R8 came from the parking lot in the front yard and soon faded away.
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When Jack arrived at the 12th precinct, in addition to Danny Reagan, Cassel and Beckett were also there. Together with the duo of funny people, a large group of people were gathered in front of a computer screen, watching with great interest, and exclaiming from time to time.

Seven or eight dejected thugs were handcuffed on chairs in the corridor. They all had bruises on their faces and noses, and some of them even covered their crotches with ice packs.

Jack patted Danny on the shoulder and gestured towards the gang of thugs, "Did you do it or did the guy you said did it?"

Although he used the question, he actually already had the answer in his mind. Jack had a rough idea of ​​Danny's skills. If he wanted to beat up these thugs with bare hands, two or three would be about the limit.

Seeing that he was able to capture so many people without any harm, it means that he either brought enough manpower with him, or he got the credit on the spot.

Danny half moved aside so that Jack could see what was playing on the screen, which was a surveillance route of a subway.

The surveillance camera in the car where the accident occurred was obviously an old model. The rough 360P image quality and severe frame drops made Jack feel like he was watching those old-fashioned videotapes in his childhood.

But even so, the scene in which a tall homeless man beats up a gangster is still exciting. He hits the throat, kicks the crotch, elbows the diaphragm, and hits the temple with a phoenix eye hammer. He knocks all the guys down in less than a minute.

The key point is that from the injuries of the gang of thugs in the corridor outside, it can be seen that the homeless man controlled the strength of his attack very well, and all of them were slightly injured.

No wonder Danny asked Jack on the phone whether he wanted to call in special police. Although this former Marine Corps sergeant was not very skilled, he had good eyesight and could tell at a glance that this homeless man was not an ordinary soldier. "But I don't see any tattoos on him, which is very unusual. Is this guy the one you are looking for?" Danny asked suspiciously.

Although not everyone who joins the army will get a tattoo, just like not all soldiers will go to the front line, but this homeless man's skills are obviously not like those of an office clerk.

Jack watched the replayed surveillance video with a frown and squinted eyes, his expression somewhat hesitant.

Although it has been several years since he last saw John Reese, he still has a deep impression of this "Li Si" in his previous life.

When Jack first saw this guy at a dock, he recognized him at first sight (Chapter 111).

Perhaps it was because the surveillance video was too blurry, or perhaps the homeless man's appearance was so different from what he remembered, Jack was not sure for a moment.

It seems that I have to meet him in person, Jack thought, and looked at Danny and asked, "You locked him up?"

Danny snorted. "How is that possible? Even without your advance notice, I should thank him for helping me catch those bastards who were causing trouble on the subway. He is now staying in the reception room."

Thanks to the great writer next to him, who was much older but had a boyish personality and was imitating the movements in the surveillance video and gesticulating with Esposito, Jack was as familiar with the 12th Precinct as he was with the Federal Building where the FBI's New York office was located.

After saying hello to the group of people and signaling them not to follow him, Jack walked straight to the door of the reception room.

As soon as the door was opened, the heating in the room brought with it an unpleasant sour smell, which made him subconsciously lower his sense of smell.

Sitting on the chair was a slovenly, drunk-looking guy with greasy, tangled black hair, a graying beard, and wrapped up tightly.

But both the coat and the scarf around her neck were obviously rags picked up from some garbage dump, and were stained with many unspeakable stains.

The sound of the door opening made the homeless man subconsciously look up at Jack. His sharp eyes at that instant showed that he recognized Jack, and it was this look that made Jack recognize him.

"John Reese, is this how you evade the CIA?"

Jack's voice made the other party pause in his action of turning his head subconsciously. After knowing that his identity was exposed, Reese immediately gave up struggling and asked in a hoarse voice.

"Are you here to arrest me, Agent Tawole?"

Jack chuckled. "You used a 28-inch barreled Remington 870 to fake a botched suicide. Should I say you don't care about getting caught, or that the alcohol has completely destroyed your brain?"

(End of this chapter)