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

Chapter 1309 The Right Way to Vent Depression

Unfortunately, Jack was a step late this time. When he arrived near a middle school in Harlem, Reese was surrounded by several municipal workers at the entrance of a subway station, and Mike Pope, whom they were looking for, was nowhere to be found.

"Hey, FBI, what happened?" Jack stepped forward and showed his ID. Several burly Mexicans then let go of Reese's suit while cursing.

"Leave this to me. Don't worry, I won't let this scum get away with it." After finding out the whole story, Jack held back his laughter as he handcuffed Reese and put him in his Audi R8.

After making sure that no one was paying attention to this side, Reese took the handcuff key unhappily, opened it himself and fastened his seat belt.

"Didn't I give you your NYPD ID and badge?" Jack didn't understand why Reese would let a middle school student escape from him.

A former CIA agent looked unhappy. "It would have been fine if I didn't show my badge at first. After I revealed that I was a NYPD detective, the guy ran faster than a rabbit. I had to chase him for half a block before I caught up with him."

"And you became the bad guy who tried to molest a minor, and he took the opportunity to sneak into the subway station?" Jack was a little amused.

There happened to be a few municipal workers repairing the manhole cover near the subway entrance. After being caught by Reese, Mike Pope shouted for help, saying that this guy was going to stuff him into a taxi and take pictures.

If this kind of thing happened on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the onlookers would probably be full of questions.

After all, if a middle-aged white man grabbed an underage "Ni Ge" and wouldn't let go, even if people thought their relationship was that of father and son, they wouldn't believe the nonsense that he was "molested".

But in this country, especially in a metropolis like New York known for its "openness and tolerance", it was simply too normal, so several municipal workers with a strong sense of justice immediately surrounded Reese.

Driving back to an abandoned old library with the former CIA agent with a depressed look on his face, Finch, who was sitting in front of the computer, looked very calm. Perhaps he was used to fighting alone and was already accustomed to such small setbacks.

Finch's computer screen displayed a photo and information of a young white man. Jack curiously took a look and found that the interface was the NYPD's criminal database.

"Anton. Uh, something." The Maozi's name was too long for Jack to read. He glanced at the information and looked at Reese in surprise. "Isn't this the leader of the group of guys you beat up on the subway?"

The reason why he didn't recognize the photo was because Reese was a bit ruthless at the time and hit him in the face.

So when Jack stepped into the 12th Precinct, the guys he saw all had bruised faces and noses, and he couldn't recognize them when he saw the photos just now.

"There is no GPS signal in the subway, but when Mike Pope emerges from the subway, his location will immediately appear on your phone screen."

Finch's words made Jack look sideways. "So as long as Reese's modified phone is close to any other smart phone terminal, you can quickly complete the hacking?"

"It's just a regular smartphone. The one you use won't work. X-Ray has anti-tracking software installed on it, but your FBI phone has poor protection."

Jack didn't know whether to laugh or cry when he heard this, "Thanks for the reminder."

After the small talk, Finch turned his head stiffly to Reese, "I don't quite understand why you want to investigate these people's information. They should have nothing to do with what we are investigating." Reese, who was copying the information on the notebook, did not even raise his head when he heard it. "If Lawrence Pope's description of those people is true, then I need much more than just a magical little phone."

Finch raised his eyebrows when he heard this and glanced at Jack, "I need to emphasize this point. Personally, I don't like weapons very much."

"I don't like weapons either, but if someone has to hold it, I'll choose to hold it."

Reese's words left Finch speechless, while Jack shrugged, "If you need some unmarked equipment, I also have some Noveske N4 and Glock without gun numbers."

"Don't bother, I prefer the guy with the street style."

Reese, who had suffered a series of setbacks in the past two days, was a little angry at this time. He put away his notebook and was about to go out. "My friends who I met on the subway seemed to have some goods to sell. I heard that they were all 99% new and there were discounts."

Jack, who had roughly guessed what he was going to do, hurriedly followed him and called Danny as he walked.
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Strictly speaking, the matter is not complicated. The hooligans who had been nowhere to be found, causing trouble in the subway, smashing cameras and posting on their "circle of friends" to show off, are actually the second generation of a Russian gang.

When this group of talkative little scoundrels entered the subway car, they initially did not notice the homeless man, Reese, who was talking about the "big deal" that Anton's uncle was going to do recently.

When Jack called Danny, he was indeed furious about the fact that a few hooligans were released on bail so easily.

Although Detective Danny Reagan's hot temper has been greatly restrained now, his hatred of evil is unlikely to change in his lifetime.

The call from an FBI agent came at a very timely moment. After hearing the call, Danny's waist and legs no longer hurt. He immediately called his old father and asked for ESU support.
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At 4:20 p.m., a Wrangler drove crookedly in an extremely arrogant and demanding manner, went against the flow of traffic, ran a red light, and stopped under a no parking sign on the sidewalk.

As the car door opened, Mao-style rap music filled with swear words such as "Sukabriet" blasted deafeningly.

Although the scars have healed and the pain has been forgotten, the guys with bruises on their faces have regained their former arrogance and staggered into a hardware store on the street.

The two burly men with tattoos all over their bodies were watching over the shop. When they saw the guy named Anton in the lead, they nodded respectfully and opened the iron door leading to the warehouse behind the shop.

At the same time, Jack, who had already changed to a GMC pickup truck and was waiting across the street, checked the time and asked, "You have about 10 minutes. I'll go around to the back door to help you load your things. Remember not to empty them out. You have to leave some for the NYPD as evidence."

Reese snorted in response, opened the door, got out of the car, and walked into the hardware store.

"We are closed today." As soon as the two big men watching the store said this, Reese launched a sneak attack in an unsportsmanlike manner.

At the same time as a knife cut the throat of the man in front of him, a crotch kick was already thrown. The two burly men didn't even have time to scream before Reese held their heads down with one hand and knocked them together.

(End of this chapter)