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

Chapter 1305 HR
Jack came to the court just to watch the fun. Tracking and surveillance were not really his strong points, at least he was inferior to Reese, who was a CIA agent.

After all, not everyone can be nearly 1 meters tall, wear a suit and swagger behind others without being noticed.

After meeting "Detective Bean", some of Jack's dead memories were revived. He returned the Bluetooth headset to Reese, parted with him temporarily, and turned to go to the NYPD headquarters building.

He took the elevator to the top floor of the building with familiarity, greeted the beautiful secretary Miss Baker, and after hearing from Director Reagan that he had no visitors at the moment, Jack pushed open the door of his office.

Frank Reagan seemed to have expected his coming. He opened the drawer, took out a box of cigars, stood up and walked towards the sofa for guests.

After showing Jack his turned-off phone, he frowned and asked, "Dana just left and told me a confusing story about some secret NSA project. What happened?"

If you want to do something in New York, it is almost impossible to bypass the NYPD chief. Jack was not surprised that his female boss came to say hello so early.

"The matter is still under investigation, and this is the current situation."

After listening to Jack's introduction, Frank frowned even more deeply. "What kind of damn plot is this in 1984? Does it mean that all our emails and phone calls are no longer safe?"

Of course Jack knew what he was worried about. There were no saints in this world, and everyone had some dirty little secrets of their own, such as the handcuff game that the director played with a fashion queen not long ago.

“Every American thought this after Watergate, so the genius computer engineer designed the system as a black box.

Regarding personal privacy issues, you can rest assured that no one has been able to break into the system and completely control it. As for video surveillance, the scope of its processing is currently limited to New York City. "

Jack's words did not bring any comfort to the chief. He was not an ordinary citizen. Not to mention those guys in the NYPD who were eyeing the position right under him, all the criminals in New York City would naturally regard him as a thorn in their eyes.

As half politician and half public figure, any problems he has may be magnified infinitely and even implicate his family.

Jack had to work hard to make Frank understand their thoughts.

"So you just set up a semi-official vigilante squad?" Frank looked a little amused for a moment.

"It's just about showing some goodwill and putting them under our radar."

Jack tried to make his tone sound more relaxed. He no longer said differently to different people, but at least he knew what it meant to treat people differently.

If he were in Frank's current position, his biggest concern would obviously not be the contribution of the new product "machine" to crime prevention.

How can the abnormal crime rate in the federal government be saved by simple prevention?

Don’t be fooled by the frequent school shootings, drug abuse, and homeless people everywhere, as if the country is about to be destroyed in the next second.

But looking back at this history of less than 300 years, except for a period of rapid economic development after World War II when ideological contraction led to a high degree of power being concentrated in the central government, the public security in the United States has improved significantly, but it seems that life has never been good at other times.

The Federation today is still far from those really bad days. Sure enough, when Jack mentioned the mastermind behind the scenes, the "shadow government" and the like, Frank's attention was immediately drawn to it.

"So your idea is to establish a relationship of mutual trust with Mr. Finch, because the real threat is not the artificial intelligence codenamed 'Machine'. Your ultimate goal is to prevent this technology from being abused."

Jack nodded. "That's about it. But I didn't come to you today for this matter. I wanted to ask you if you knew that there is an organization called 'HR' within the NYPD?"

Frank was picking up a lighter to relight his cigar which had gone out due to him being lost in thought for too long, but he paused when he heard this.

"Are you trying to tell me that you've discovered a brotherhood similar to the Blue Templars within the NYPD? Should I consider hiring you as a consultant for our Internal Affairs Department?"

Jack was amused by his words. "I just heard some rumors, but I can't confirm it completely."

He simply came to say hello to Frank. Although they were very familiar with each other, and strictly speaking the Reagan family still owed him a favor, this kind of thing was somewhat taboo.

As the saying goes, family disgrace should not be made public. Although Frank knew that even if Jack found out about some scandal within the NYPD, he would not handle it impartially without informing him, this was the art of dealing with people.

And strictly speaking, Jack hasn't even heard anything at the moment, and is completely speculating based on his memories of his past life.

Because according to the original plot, the detective "Dou Dou" was originally a corrupt policeman in the police gang called "HR", but he still had a conscience and had not taken the last step.

After bidding farewell to the complicated-minded Chief, Jack returned to the base building in a happy mood. He used his computer to enter the NYPD's personnel database and searched through it. He soon found the information of Detective "Dou Dou".

Leonard Fusco, who is not yet 40 years old, was born in Boston. He has an unremarkable resume. He worked as a patrolman for seven or eight years before he was qualified as a detective and recently joined the narcotics unit.

His financial situation was average, and although he had a mortgage to pay, his life was not too difficult, especially after he joined the drug enforcement team.

Jack guessed that if the corrupt police organization "HR" really existed, it was most likely related to the NYPD's drug enforcement team.

The only thing that puzzled him was whether Detective Doudou really did not lie about his age. Although his hairline was not very far along, the wrinkles on his chubby face and the wrinkles around his eyes made it hard for him to believe that he was only 39 years old.

After dinner, just when Jack was about to call Harold Finch, his phone rang instead, with a bit of urgency in his voice.

"Agent Tawalla, if it's convenient for you, could you go to Harlem and help Mr. Reese? I think he might be in trouble."

What kind of trouble could Reese have encountered? With such doubts, Jack went to the underground garage, drove a bulletproof version of the Subaru and went out.

You can't drive a nice car to go to that kind of haunted place, but it can't be too bad either. A bulletproof plainclothes police car is just right.

(End of this chapter)