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

Chapter 1368 Kidnapping (Two chapters in one)

Money is never omnipotent, but having money can indeed solve many problems.

Detective Doudou told Reese that he was recruited by "HR" mainly for money. Although this statement is a bit of a lie (it is obvious that he is more afraid of retaliation from "HR"), it is also partially true.

If it weren't for the need to work for a few more years to get the relatively generous pension from the NYPD, to pay off the remaining ten years of mortgage, and to pay for his son's future college tuition, Fusco could have just left the NYPD and chosen not to go along with them.

Although the American economy is in recession nowadays, it is still relatively easy to find a job, especially for people like Fusco who have a "special skill".

Without the above burdens, Fusco could live a relatively good life as an armed security guard in a shopping mall. After all, he is divorced and no longer has to worry about his gold coins being exploding.

"Ten thousand dollars a month, with additional allowances for after-hours activities, and if there is an injury or accident, Mr. Finch will provide additional compensation in addition to insurance.

In addition, you don’t need to worry about the legality of the source of funds. I can introduce you to a friend from the IRS.”

Jack relayed the conditions offered by Finch, which were quite generous, so generous that Fusco was a little dazed.

"Are you some secret organization?" After coming to his senses, Detective Doudou looked incredulous. It was the first time he heard that being a "vigilante" could get paid. Even American comics didn't dare to write like this.

"Just think of it as working for Batman?" Jack glanced at his big belly. It seemed a bit difficult for him to be Robin.

But there are too many American comic book authors, which leads to a messy setting. In the end, a multiverse had to be used to make it all round. Who knows if some comic book author will have a wild imagination and come up with a combination of a powerless "otaku" Batman and a middle-aged Robin with a big belly.

What's the point of being so cold? A gender-reversed version of the cold-faced "Catwoman"?
While someone was shuddering at his own strange ideas, Fusco lowered his head with a twinkling look in his eyes after hesitating for a moment, "I'll consider this part-time job."

Jack knew that he had agreed. When he reached middle age, he only had a lot of face left, so he had to pretend. The salary offered by Finch was equivalent to doubling his actual income, which was really hard to refuse.

Of course, Jack helped to set the price. A certain generous rich man originally intended to help Fusco pay off the mortgage directly, and he could set his own salary.

Such conditions are certainly generous, but they are somewhat troublesome to implement in practice. After all, after dealing with the "HR", someone still has to take off the label of "black policeman" from his head.

Jack has already discussed the relevant plan with Director Reagan. If Fusco's economic conditions are significantly improved before that, the whole thing will become very unconvincing.

Of course, Detective Bean didn't know what he had missed. After a night of "careful consideration", he solemnly found Jack, who had gotten up early and was baking pies in the kitchen, and expressed his willingness to become a backup member of "POI".
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Just after 9 o'clock in the morning, after seeing Jack walk into the 12th precinct with a few cups of coffee, Beckett dragged him into the lounge with a serious face and locked the door.

This scene stunned the duo of funny people and Cassel next to them.

"What on earth are you doing? Isn't this trick of framing someone else too crude?" the female detective asked angrily, but at the same time tried to lower her voice.

Jack looked innocent, "This is obviously not my style. We have known each other for so long. You know, if I really want to do something, you can't even see the body."

Beckett stared at the FBI agent suspiciously for a long while before his expression gradually softened. "It really wasn't you?"

She now completely cannot understand this "powerful" guy. She once thought that Jack was just an FBI agent with some abilities, but after the kidnapping of Cassel's daughter, this "some abilities" turned into "quite capable".

After Jack helped her solve her mother's murder case and her recent trip to Europe, she has labeled the "quite capable" Agent Tawalla with a long list of labels, such as mysterious, capable, and with a deep background.

It’s not that Detective Beckett has any misunderstanding about Jack, but who cares about her fiancé who is a writer and a good talker.

Cassel, who participated in the rescue operation on the nameless island and witnessed the nuclear explosion with his own eyes, naturally would not hide it from his female detective. However, due to professional habit, the writer would inevitably add some dramatic and exaggerated descriptions in the description process.

"It was done by a former CIA agent. We at the FBI can't do such a rough job." Jack said he was not responsible and then roughly recounted what happened.

"That Mr. Reese?" Beckett suddenly realized, turned the lock very quickly, and then pulled the door open.

The three clowns who were eavesdropping on the door almost fell in. Beckett ignored the fact that his man was touching his nose to hide his embarrassment and said as he walked, "There are a lot of fingerprints on those drug bags, but none of them belong to Benton, including the gun."

Jack nodded in understanding. Someone else might have just walked in, but not someone like Benton.

There are too many suspicious points in the case itself. If the lawyer he hired was not an idiot, he would be able to get the person out even if he had to grant bail.

This is not only because the CIA has always had a rough way of doing things, but also because Reese has been operating abroad for a long time and he lacks sufficient understanding of the domestic judicial system.

Jack and Benton left the 12th Precinct almost at the same time. When he got into Fusco's plainclothes police car, Reese, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was frowning at Benton, who was standing at the door of the police station and talking to a lawyer.

"Why was he released?" There was no expression on Reese's face, but his tone was very dissatisfied.

Fusco, who was sitting in the driver's seat, sneered twice before saying, "Look at the four lawyers around him. The suits each of them wear are worth half a year's salary for me. Do you need to ask why?"

"So you had guessed this would be the result?" Reese ignored him and turned to look at Jack in the back seat.

"I just think that the facts of personal experience are more convincing than repeated explanations or preaching." Jack smiled back.

The corner of Reese's mouth twitched. "If that's the case, the only way to stop the doctor from doing anything to him is to make Benton disappear from this world completely."

"Hey!" Fusco looked at his cold-faced "partner" with a depressed expression.

"Now we are a team, right? You are willing to kill for a female doctor you don't know, but what about me? I am still being hunted by drug dealers, and now I can't even go home because of you."

Reese gave him a cold look. "You asked for it, Lionel (Fusco). You should have expected this when you joined Stiles' group."

"You" and "Detective Bean" looked angry but unable to speak, which made Jack want to laugh.

Reese knocked down four drug dealers yesterday in a flash, and then he and Clay fought back and forth in the boxing ring during training. Fusco dared not talk to him any more, and could only look for help from Jack who seemed to be more talkative. "Well, Reese said before that your problem with the doctor will be solved together, and of course, a solution has been thought of." Jack smoothed things over for the two.

Reese was quite respectful of the opinions of "professionals". Since Jack had previously expressed his disapproval of his frame-up plan, he naturally had to consider a backup plan.

"Go back to the police station and wait for notification. You will be safe there. After we notify you of the time, lead those guys to this address. Can you do it?" Reese handed Fusco a small note prepared in advance.

"Is it that simple?" Fusco looked doubtful, but Reese ignored him and opened the door and got out of the car.

Jack patted Detective Bean's shoulder and nodded affirmatively, "It's that simple."
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At 11 o'clock late at night, in the underground garage of the small building at the base, Jack held the boxing target in his hand, feeling Reese's powerful punches and kicks, with a satisfied expression on his face.

After all, someone's foundation is still there, and the healing technique is slowly but effectively repairing the hidden injuries in his body. The effect of the restorative training is immediate.

"You two, Dr. Tillman has taken action." Finch's voice came from the headset.

Reese stopped what he was doing, took the towel thrown by his girlfriend, wiped his sweaty forehead and asked in confusion, "Isn't she working a long night shift today?"

"She was, but she just said she had a cold today, went to the lounge and told the nurse not to wake her up. Then I found out through the location that she had just left the hospital."

Finch spoke much faster than usual. "Considering her performance so far and the good relationship she has maintained with the nurses, no one should deliberately disturb her during this period. This also means that she has bought herself at least 6 hours of alibi time."

"This smart woman has thought of everything." Jack sighed as he opened a cabinet, took out the equipment he had prepared in advance and threw it to Reese, "Let's set off immediately."

"Whatever you plan to do, please speed up. She should be heading towards the Benton family." Finch said anxiously.

Jack threw a pair of car keys to Reese, took the key of the Audi supercar, and comforted him, "Calm down, Finch, our doctor is fully prepared, she will not turn the Benton family into a murder scene."

Reese continued, "We found out before that Tillman rented a van under the pseudonym Kate Lyman. I checked it today.

I found a wheelchair inside, as well as two bottles of prepared anesthetic gas, enough for a heart operation. There was no need to go through so much trouble to transport the body."

"I hope so." Finch slowed down his speech. "Oh, by the way, I'll notify Detective Fusco right away, and he can take action as well."

An hour later, Jack appeared in the parking lot across from Benton's apartment, stood where Tillman had stood, and picked up the telescope.

The doctor's location showed that she had been there for almost half an hour, and Benton's cell phone location showed that he had just parked his car downstairs of the apartment building.

As the elevator door opened, the voice-activated lights came on, and Benton walked out of the elevator carrying a briefcase.

This usually high-spirited Wall Street elite looked a little bad today. It was probably because the bed he slept on in the temporary detention room of the 12th Precinct last night was too hard for him.

Jack watched him enter the code into the security system's panel, then pushed the door open, turned on the light, and walked into the living room.

Suddenly, a petite figure rushed out from the corridor connecting the bedroom and the living room. Tillman, who was wearing a baseball cap to hide his face, put a stun gun to the back of Benton's neck.

The man, who was a head taller than her, had almost no power to resist and fell to the ground twitching. Jack, who was watching this scene from afar, couldn't help but be secretly shocked.

Although this female doctor had not received any professional training, her decisiveness exceeded his expectations. It was true that if a woman became ruthless, there would be no hope for a man.

First, nasal spray anesthesia is applied, then a wheelchair is pushed out of the bedroom, the ankles are fixed with Velcro, the wrists are fixed with cable ties, a blanket is covered to cover the cable ties on the wrists, and finally a breathing mask is put on and the anesthesia gas cylinder is opened.

It took Tillman less than five minutes to complete the kidnapping case. The most difficult part of the whole process was probably getting Benton, who was a head taller than him, into the wheelchair.

"Is the threshold for a doctor to change his career to become a kidnapper or a killer so low?" Jack watched the female doctor push Benton into the van parked in the alley behind the apartment building, started the engine and followed behind from a distance.

Normally, the closest distance from Manhattan to Staten Island, other than by ferry, is to go directly south over the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge connecting Brooklyn and Staten Island.

However, what is unexpected is that the Verrazano-Narrows Bridge is particularly busy today. The loud sirens can be heard from afar, echoing through the sky, accompanied by red and blue police lights reflected by the low clouds.

Seeing that the blue van driven by Tillman turned right and gave up the route to go up the bridge and turned west, Jack slowed down slightly and waited until she passed the intersection before catching up again.

"There was a series of car accidents on the bridge. It looks like the doctor has to abandon her original route." Finch, who had been keeping an eye on Jack's situation, reminded on the phone.

Perhaps out of caution, Dr. Tillman chose to take a long detour from the west, first going to Jersey City from the Holland Tunnel, then heading south along the New Jersey Turnpike, turning east before getting on the Garden State Parkway, and finally entering Staten Island from the Otter Bridge at the southernmost end of the island.

It was as if God didn't want to see the doctor's plan go too smoothly. Not only did it rain heavily on the way, but by the time they reached the island, the van had run out of gas. In the end, Tillman had to find a remote gas station to stop.

"Please give me $40 for gas, thank you." Tillman walked into the small bar next to the gas station, handed out two bills, and calmly greeted a patrolman who was slacking off at the bar.

"It's you." Jack appeared behind the female doctor with a look of surprise, shocking her so much that she froze in place. "Do you remember me? Doctor Tillman."

"Ah! Mr. Writer?" Tillman reacted quickly and forced a smile on his face.

Jack's smile was much warmer in comparison. "I didn't expect to see you on the island. Do you mind if I buy you a cup of coffee? I think the coffee here should be better than the one in the vending machine."

"Sorry, I have something else to do and I have to go."

Tillman politely wanted to refuse, but Jack stepped aside to block his way. "It's okay. I think the gentleman in your car can wait. After all, you prepared so many anesthetics."

(End of this chapter)