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

Chapter 1312: Reese and Doudou's First Intimate Contact

"It shouldn't be hard to find the mole in the prison." Jubal, who got the news, also rushed over. "But people from the prosecutor's office, do you have any clues?"

"Of course it was Wheeler. He had been keeping an eye on Hansen. Jack also saw him sneak into Hansen's office and secretly print out Mike Pope's information on her computer." Reese confirmed.

This statement was echoed by Finch, "Remember that Robinson who wrote 'threatening letters' to Wheeler and Hansen in prison?

Someone looked at his files before, and I thought it was Hansen, but it's possible that it was actually Wheeler."

Reese could no longer sit still. "They are looking for a scapegoat, just like Lawrence Pope. If Hansen is killed, Robinson is the murderer they are preparing."

"What should we do now?" Finch looked at the FBI agents.

Jubal seemed a little hesitant. "I need someone to go with me to investigate the situation of the mole in the prison. At least we need to eliminate the hidden dangers. Otherwise, after the relevant suspects are arrested, they will have to be sent to the federal prison first.

Clay and Aubrey have been watching the court, so Hansen's safety shouldn't be a problem, as long as she doesn't run around."

However, what he worried about came true. Before he could finish his words, Clay called him. "Hansen received a strange call. It seemed like he was about to leave the court to meet someone."

Finch immediately pulled up the monitoring software on Hansen's phone on the tablet he brought with him and found the recording of the most recent call.

A man's voice came from inside. "You want to meet? At the intersection of Leysen and D Avenue in Canarsie. See you in 20 minutes."

There was only this sentence in the recording. Reese was about to get up and go out, but Jack raised his hand to stop him, "Don't worry, the other party's situation is unclear, I will go with you."

Then he looked at Jiejie and Hannah, "You and Jubal go to the detention center to investigate the situation. Remember to talk to Dana."

Investigating corruption cases in other federal departments is also the FBI's job, and detention centers belong to the prison system and are no exception.
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The place where the unidentified person met Diane Hansen was located in an abandoned factory area. The environment was somewhat complicated. Jack, carrying an M110A1 sniper rifle on his back, flexibly climbed up to the roof of a factory building through the fire escape and began to observe the terrain.

More than 200 meters away, the female assistant prosecutor who had just got off a taxi wrapped her coat tightly, walked through the dilapidated steam pipe that kept dripping water, and walked into an alley.

"I'm in position, with a clear view. There's no need for you to follow so closely." After confirming that the view from his position was good enough, Jack tapped the headset lightly and said.

At this moment, what Jack saw through his scope was Reese with an AR tucked under his coat. There were so many civilian models and variants of AR that Jack couldn't figure out the specific model of this short-barreled assault rifle-shaped AR.

But judging from the appearance, it should be roughly a copy of the MDX508, which is the batch of short assault vehicles that the Special Operations Command gave to the wanted criminal team.

The abandoned factory area was almost deserted, so Reese was very close to Diane Hansen. Jack even suspected that if the other party accidentally turned back, she would almost certainly spot him, considering that it was daytime now.

Reese seemed to realize that something was wrong. He slowed down his pace slightly, hid against the wall for a moment, and then followed into the alley.

"To be honest, I'm curious, how much salary did 'Mr. Finch' offer you?"

Jack was observing the movements around him through a scope, continuing to chat. Clay and Aubrey followed him, and they were still climbing the fire escape. Of course, it was mainly Aubrey, the weakling, who was holding them back.

This time, Reese did not remain silent. He paused for a moment before answering with some hesitation.

"He gave me a card but didn't tell me the credit limit. He just told me that all the funds would be transferred from several shell companies and I could use it without worry.

He also gave Jessica a key to a penthouse apartment in downtown Manhattan.”

"Hiss" Before Jack could respond, the sound of Aubrey taking a breath came from everyone's headphones.

Clay is now content with his modest wealth and has no idea what a penthouse apartment in downtown Manhattan is like. But it is different for Aubrey, a wealthy man from Wall Street.

Although not all penthouses are called luxury apartments, the housing prices in downtown Manhattan are so high that those who understand will understand. Although someone may not be unable to afford it, it would be a bit exaggerated to give it away as a gift.

"If Mr. Finch is willing to provide this kind of treatment to everyone, can we consider retiring early from the FBI and working for him?"

Although he knew the guy was joking, Jack still sneered, "You can go, but Alice must stay. Besides, our restaurant will not be open to you anymore."

"Come on, Jack, you know I was joking." Aubrey backed down immediately.

He couldn't be more satisfied with his current life, especially as a foodie. As long as he could think of it and get the ingredients, there was no delicacy that Jack couldn't cook.

"Everyone, we are saving a life. Can you be a little more serious? Besides, you should know that I can hear these conversations, right?"

Finch's voice came from the headphones. Although the tone was still flat, one could indeed sense a little dissatisfaction in it.

"When Jack said he was in position, the lady down there was already in safe hands," Clay said simply.

This is the first time the two parties have cooperated. Although there is a basis of trust, they do not understand each other's capabilities.

Of course, this is not important. The reason why Jack brought up the topic was simply because he felt that there was something wrong with Reese's mentality.

As a former CIA operative, there was something obviously wrong with someone's previous performance. Although there were objective reasons, it seemed too amateurish that a minor escaped from his hands.

It is obvious that the decadent life during that period of time inevitably had an adverse impact on Reese. In addition, although Jessica was rescued by Jack, it could not eliminate the self-doubt caused by guilt in his heart.

When the time is right, Jack will not only help cure Finch's disability, but also help Reese clear the sequelae left by the previous shooting. After all, he was displaced for a long time after being shot by his partner and did not receive proper treatment at all.

After finally returning to the United States, he learned of Jessica's "death" and became addicted to alcohol. Even a body of iron could not bear it.

But mental illness is difficult to cure. Therapy can restore their physical health, but it cannot free them from a certain kind of atonement mentality.

"Something seems to be wrong." In Jack's scope, Diane Hansen's expression was not nervous at all. "Finch, have you found the source of that number?"

"I'm sorry, Agent Tawalle, this number belongs to an anonymous calling card. I can't find the identity of the other party, but the phone is still turned on. I can confirm that the other party is near you at the moment."

"Is anyone there? I'm here." Diane Hansen's voice shouted from the alley.

Jack looked around and saw that there was still no movement, so he quickly asked, "Call Alice and check the nearby signal towers to see if there are any other familiar numbers."

"Give me five minutes. There aren't many active cell phone signals nearby. I'll check it out right away," Alice replied.

Diane Hansen in the alley continued to shout loudly, "Is anyone there?" Reese also entered the alley at this time, and after hiding his body with the help of a pile of debris, he directly raised the AR short rifle in his hand.

With a "clang", an inconspicuous iron door on the side of the alley was kicked open, and a familiar bald man, with two people in tow, walked quickly towards Diane Hansen.

"Jack!" The FBI all heard Reese's suppressed excitement, "It's them!"

However, what was unexpected was that the female assistant inspector raised her eyebrows when she saw the three people. "How long do you want me to wait? Stiles? Are you used to procrastinating like this?"

This slightly reprimanding tone made Reese subconsciously put down the gun, and he also realized that something was wrong.

"Have you always been so anxious?" The bald black policeman's tone was also a bit unfriendly, but it was easy for people to judge that he was the one who was obedient and did things.

"We have dealt with Lawrence Pope, but his brother is missing. We are now busy looking for the man in the suit who took him away. We don't know where that bastard came from."

After saying that, he touched his slightly swollen chin, which was caused by Reese hitting him with the butt of his gun last night.

"The biggest problem right now is not the man in the suit, but the damn Wheeler." Diane Hansen's sharp and piercing voice echoed in the alley.

"He sensed something was wrong and secretly checked some stuff on my computer. He found out why Pop took the blame and that his brother was an eyewitness. Maybe there was more.

I knew he was not just a bootlicker. He has been pestering me since we broke up. I told you a few weeks ago that you had to deal with him as soon as possible. I even found a scapegoat for you. This matter cannot be delayed any longer. "

Stiles was suppressed by the woman's momentum. He scratched his bald head irritably and asked, "How much time do we have?"

“12 hours, no more than 24 hours. Once the news of Lawrence Pope’s death in the detention center spread, he would definitely go to the prosecutor immediately.

I can get the relevant files, but you have to get Wheeler as soon as possible, tonight!"

"Finch, did you record everything?" Jack snorted coldly. He knew there would be a twist in this matter, but he didn't expect the twist to be with this woman, Diane Hansen.

However, it was not Finch who answered, but Alice's hurried voice, "Jack, I matched a mobile phone number, Leonard Fusco, the detective you asked me to follow, he is also nearby."

Jack was slightly stunned when he heard the name of Detective "Dou Dou", because the bald man Stiles brought two subordinates, one tall and one thin, and the short and fat figure was not among them.

In this case, there seems to be only one answer left, and that is that Detective "Dou Dou" is the newcomer and is the one in charge of lookout.

"Everyone, stay hidden. There are people nearby. Reese, retreat quickly!" As soon as Jack's reminder came out, he realized it was too late.

A fat guy tiptoed out of a door behind Reese and pointed a pistol at his head.

Reese, who also noticed the abnormality behind him, had no time to react. He only had time to take off the earplug in his right ear, then raised his hand to let the inconspicuous little thing slide into his sleeve, and at the same time blinked at the rooftop in the distance.

"Shall we take action?" Clay, who was on the opposite building, also had a sniper rifle mounted, but the person asking the question was Aubrey, who was acting as an observer.

Jack bit his back teeth and uttered a word, "Wait!"

Although Reese failed again, Jack could still understand the hints he gave.

Knowing that he had his teammates' cover, he gave up resisting, obviously having other ideas. Although Jack didn't know what he wanted to do, he decided to cooperate with him first.

"Hey, look what I found? It looks like our fan is pretty fanatical." Fusco pointed the gun at Reese and took off the short gun he was wearing with his left hand.

"It even has automatic firepower."

Taking Reese in front of several people, Fusco kicked him in the knee, forcing him to kneel on the ground, and threw the short dart in his hand to Stiles as if to show his merit.

Stiles inspected the AR and found it was loaded. He quickly turned the safety back on and raised his chin towards Diane Hansen. "Do you know this guy?"

Although Diane Hansen had been followed by Reese many times, the two had never met, so naturally she could not recognize her.

However, the documents and police badge that Fusco found from Reese's arms made the gang all nervous.

"NYPD Internal Affairs Department?" Diane Hansen's breathing quickened.

"No, some detective from the 12th Precinct?" Stiles took out his cell phone, made a call, and his face visibly relaxed, then he sneered.

"It's fake, but the stuff looks real."

Jack, who heard this conversation from a distance through Diane Hansen's hacked phone, also breathed a sigh of relief.

He had not yet given Chief Reagan someone's ID photo, which meant that Reese's identity was not yet in the NYPD's personnel records. However, he did not expect that this time it would be a coincidence.

"Who are you? A member of the King's Gang?" Stiles threw the ID back to Fusco and motioned for him to keep it.

Reese didn't look panicked at all, and replied calmly, "Related. Third party? I'm a private detective."

Before he could finish his words, he was hit hard by Stiles. "You think I don't recognize you? The bastard from last night."

"Have drug dealers started hiring private detectives as well?" Diane Hansen looked puzzled, but she obviously had no intention of investigating further. After all, the person had been caught, so it didn't matter whether he was sent by the drug dealers who were being robbed by their own gangs or not.

"He's just one person, so just kill him and treat it as a warning. Of course, it would be even better if we can find out the whereabouts of Mike Pope."

Before turning away, the woman turned back and told Stiles again, "We must get rid of Wheeler tonight, and do it cleanly.

But I have to warn you, if you mess up again this time, I will not let myself be dragged down, and the people above will not let you go."

Stiles' face turned pale as he watched the woman walking away in her high heels. He looked down at Reese who was forced to kneel on the ground, then swung the butt of the AR in his hand and smashed it down.

"Get rid of him. Did you hear what that woman said?" Stiles said this and left angrily with his two men.

"We're just going to do nothing?" Aubrey asked puzzledly as he looked at Reese, who was knocked unconscious on the ground and handcuffed and thrown into the back seat of a police car by Officer Doudou like a dead dog.

(End of this chapter)