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

Chapter 1311: Dark Secrets
The out-of-control Ford Explorer crashed head-on into a car parked on the side of the road. White smoke came out of the front of the car. Reese put the grenade launcher behind him as he walked and pulled out a Glock 17, which was also black, from his waist.

Some of the deformed car doors were kicked open by the driver who was choking and dizzy. The tear gas that was still being released made it difficult for him to see clearly. He reached for his waist in a daze and was shot in the knee. He fell to the ground screaming.

Reese stepped forward and kicked the pistol that had fallen to the ground away, and very "kindly" helped open the back door of the car, dragging out a bald white man with a bleeding head.

After knocking him unconscious with the butt of a rifle, Reese reached into the bald man's arms, took the wallet and took a look at it, then quickly stepped forward and grabbed Mike Pope, who was still trying to escape, and almost half-dragged him towards the GMC pickup truck parked not far away.

"Are you crazy? We are all going to die, we are dead, do you know who they are?" Mike was choked with snot and tears, and his voice was crying. After recognizing that Reese had pulled off his ski mask, he became even more panicked.

Reese pushed him into the car and threw the wallet directly to Jack in the driver's seat, "Now I know."

Jack grabbed the wallet and opened it, and saw an NYPD badge embedded on it.
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"You FBI members have guessed it. We are dealing with a group of corrupt police officers. They are cleaning up their mess, and the next target should be Diane Hansen."

Reese threw a stack of photos on the table, picked up the boiled water that Jack had placed on the chopping board and was planning to use to make noodles, and drank it all in one gulp.

Finch, who was limping behind him, was leaning against the kitchen door, breathing heavily. He took the bottle of mineral water handed to him by Jack, opened it quickly and took a big sip, almost choking, but he still nodded in thanks.

Jack wiped the flour off his hands with a rag, picked up the photos and started looking through them, and as expected, he saw a familiar face.

Detective "Dou Dou" was shaking hands with the bald man who was beaten last night outside a fast food restaurant. The other photos were similar, all of which were taken by Reese this morning.

Jack put down the photo and was about to say something when Danny rushed into the dining room connected to the kitchen, followed by Jiejie and Hannah.

Knowing that Danny was a NYPD officer, Reese subconsciously grabbed the photos on the table and stuffed them into his suit pocket.

Seeing Danny's stunned expression, Jack shrugged helplessly, "Let me introduce you again, this is John Reese, a former CIA agent, now an anonymous person.

This is Danny Regan, a detective in the NYPD's Major Crimes Division. By the way, the current NYPD chief is Frank Regan."

Reese was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously took out the photo again.

Danny took the photo and looked at it, then pointed at the bald man and said, "This is Stiles from the Narcotics Unit. We can basically confirm that the five lives that day were taken by him and his men.

They cleaned up the scene and took away the drugs and cash, then had the new narcotics detective Lionel Fusco testify against Lawrence Pope as a token of their loyalty."

"Now there are six lives." Finch's pale face regained some color, but it was still very ugly.

Jack was surprised, "What?"

Could it be that his guess was wrong and Diane Hansen was killed by the corrupt police? At the same time, the others all cast their eyes towards Finch.

Finch's voice trembled. "At 10 o'clock this morning, Lawrence Pope was stabbed to death with a sharpened toothbrush handle while on leave. I just saw it with my own eyes on the surveillance camera in the detention center."

Upon hearing this, several FBI officers present, including Danny, all frowned. Reese frowned and looked at them, "Is there a problem?" "Of course there is a problem, and it's a big problem." Jack gestured for Danny, the NYPD, to explain next. He was not as saintly as Finch. The 6 people who died were not good people. They were dead, but the information revealed was not simple.

"Stiles and his people are doing the cleanup. What Lawrence Pope said before is correct. These guys do have connections above them. And not just in the district attorney's office. There are also people in the prison who are helping to cover up the news.

What we have to deal with is not just a few corrupt police officers in the drug enforcement team, but a deep-seated corrupt dark web within the NYPD, which is more corrupt and secretive than the fraternal organizations such as the Blue Templars. "

After Danny finished speaking, he also explained what the "Blue Templar" had done.

"Perhaps the 'Blue Templars' were once a downstream link in this organization." Jack snorted coldly.

The news of Lawrence Pope's death in prison was apparently blocked by the detention center, which shows that there are traitors in the prison system.

God knows how deeply this network of corruption is woven into various local law enforcement agencies in New York.

"What should we do next?" This was the first time Finch had encountered such a thing. He wasn't panicked, but he did have no idea.

He had always simply wanted to rescue innocent people, but he had no idea that this number would lead to so many troubles.

Reese's idea was much more direct. "They must have to clean up other people, such as Mike Pope and the persistent female assistant prosecutor. Protect them and get rid of the bad guys."

"Don't worry, Mike Pope. He is now in the FBI federal building. Although I cannot guarantee that every FBI agent is innocent, it is unlikely that they are colluding with the corrupt police organization."

Jack and Danny have similar ideas. They want to get rid of not only those corrupt cops in Stiles' NYPD narcotics unit, but also uncover the mastermind behind the scenes. Even if they don't want to wipe out the entire network, they want to at least catch all the so-called high-level officials hiding in it.

But the few that have emerged now are just small shrimps. They are too rough and too unscrupulous in their work, which is extremely contradictory to the state of the entire organization.

Since the Blue Temple was taken down, the Internal Affairs Department under Commissioner Reagan has been conducting a rigorous investigation into similar gang organizations within the NYPD.

Jack's "cockroach theory" makes sense, but it is impossible for the black police organization to suddenly refresh randomly like wild monsters.

Although this world is always criticized by some people as being like a fusion monster, it is still logically self-consistent in essence.

When Jack walked into Director Reagan's office two days ago and asked him if he had heard of the organization "HR", his reaction said it all.

Either the organization was so hidden that even the director, Frank Reagan, failed to get any wind of it, or there was something wrong with the Department of the Interior, which theoretically should have been tightly under his control.

Of course there is a third possibility, that is, Frank is actually a senior executive of HR. If this is true, Jack will consider giving a sword to Danny and naming it "Frostmourne".

(End of this chapter)