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

Chapter 1372 A Little Bit of Aftermath

"When will you come to my house for a drink again?"

An extremely disgusting voice came from behind. The sickening tone and the man's movements rubbing against her from behind instantly made Martha, who was packing the shelves, stiffen.

"Get lost, Egon, you fat pig."

Martha's whispered scolding not only failed to make the other party stop, but instead aroused the fat pig store manager's excitement, and he directly put his greasy hands on the woman's waist.

This is a supermarket warehouse, and there is no surveillance like outside. Today he specially arranged this girl's job to sort out the inventory, just to relive the old days.

Since the other party didn't call the police after I drugged her once before, does it mean that I can do it again? Maybe I can do something more exciting this time.

"That wasn't how you acted that day, wild chick."

The fat pig store manager named Egon approached Martha fearlessly and was about to take further action when he suddenly felt the light in front of his eyes dim.

He subconsciously turned his head to look to the left and right, and found that both sides of the shelf aisle were blocked by two figures in suits, one tall and one short, one thin and one fat.

"Hey, this is a supermarket warehouse, you can't just come in."

The fat store manager's pupils suddenly shrank when he saw Fusco lift up the hem of his clothes to reveal his service gun and police badge. Before he could react, Reese with a sullen face quickly stepped forward and knocked him out with a punch.

Martha didn't understand what was happening and subconsciously covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

"Who are you?" The fat pig manager fell at Fusco's feet, covered his bleeding nose and asked vaguely.

He was too guilty to shout loudly and could only mutter softly. Although he didn't know why the police suddenly appeared here, the heavy punch was enough to make it clear that the other party was coming for him.

Reese didn't say anything, but just protected the terrified Martha behind him. Fusco was obviously more experienced than him in dealing with this kind of people, or in other words, bad guys need to be dealt with by bad guys.

Detective Doudou smiled and squatted in front of the fat pig manager. He pulled his collar and looked at the name tag on his chest. "Egon Sack, right? I heard that you did something very bad to that lady."

"I" the fat pig store manager was too timid to speak, and the fat on his cheeks kept trembling.

"My friend heard about your misfortune at a mutual aid meeting." Reese twitched his lips at Martha and forced a smile. "It's this guy, right?"

The woman nodded blankly, "Yes, but"

After getting confirmation, Fusco slapped the fat pig manager hard in the face. The flesh on his face trembled, making him look more like a villain.

"Egon Sack, I'm Detective Lionel Fusco from the NYPD Narcotics Division, remember the name, I'm a friend of this lady.

I am not a good policeman, because good policemen need evidence to arrest people, but I don’t need it, so you have two choices now.”

As he spoke, he took out a small packet of white powder from his pocket and shook it in front of the fat pig manager. "Either you resign and get out of New York City, and recommend Martha to your superiors to take over your position, or I will put this thing in your pocket and give you 10 seconds to get out of the range of my pistol."

"I choose the first one! I choose the first one! Don't kill me!" The fat pig store manager nodded repeatedly, and yellow stains spread wildly in his crotch.

Fusco, who smelled the urine, stood up and took two steps back with a look of disgust. "You have three days. If I find that you are still in the city after three days, or if Martha does not become the manager of this supermarket chain, believe me, you don't want to know what the consequences will be."

After leaving the supermarket, Fusco casually threw the small plastic bag of white powder in his hand into the trash can. Reese noticed it and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is it really okay to throw away this kind of thing casually?"

"It's just a little flour." Fusco smiled smugly, opened the door of his plainclothes police car and got in.

Reese snorted disdainfully. "It looks like you're good at this kind of thing." "It's better than what you suggested, shooting him in the balls, right? That way the single mother can get some compensation," Fusco said indignantly.

Reese didn't continue to dwell on this topic. After sitting in the passenger seat, he asked, "When did you leave the drug enforcement team?"

When Fusco mentioned this, his smile widened. "It should be in the next one or two days. They have given me a great credit this time. The transfer order will be issued in the next two days."

"So you'll soon be Detective Danny Reagan's partner?" Reese said lightly.

Fusco's smile slowly froze on his face, "Yes, they transferred me to the serious crime unit."

"This also means that the people from HR will contact you again soon. Come on, Leonard." Reese smiled and patted him on the shoulder.
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Two gunshots rang out, and Jack stopped as he watched the suspect fall to the ground with blood gushing out of his thigh. Hannah, who was following him, trotted forward and kicked the pistol that had fallen to the ground away.

"Don't move!" Aubrey stepped on the back of the suspect who was screaming loudly, put away his gun and took out handcuffs to put on the guy. Jubal, who was chasing him, took out his cell phone and called 911 for an ambulance.

"You saved his life. If it was two seconds later, I would have shot him." Clay, who was lying on the roof of a train car in the distance, put away his sniper rifle and said in the communication channel.

"He's just a bank robber on the run. He didn't hurt anyone. I heard that he even released a pregnant woman hostage." Jack sighed.

Recently, as the U.S. economy has been getting worse, the price of eggs has risen to more than ten dollars a dozen. Not only is "zero-dollar shopping" rampant, but there have been more and more bank robberies.

Among the new suspects added to the wanted list recently, seven or eight out of ten are bank robbers, which is causing great annoyance to the FBI.

It’s not that the person is difficult to catch, it’s mainly because the amount is too small.

American banks have learned from their experience in being robbed. They only leave a few thousand dollars on the counter, and don't even leave trackers and dye bags. They are afraid that the robbers will find them and take risks to hurt employees. The main purpose is to spend money to avoid disaster. Anyway, they can just report to the insurance company after the incident.

Some large supermarkets or shopping malls located in minority areas have simply closed down because "zero-dollar purchases" have become too frequent and insurance companies can no longer afford to play the game.

"Next time you see us, remember don't run away. You can be in jail for two years and then come out. There's no need to endure this kind of physical pain." Aubrey muttered to himself as he put a tourniquet on the bank robber.

"Jack, Danny is looking for you." Alice said on the channel.

Jack touched his phone and found two missed calls from Danny Reagan. He called back and asked, "What's up?"

Danny on the other end of the line had obviously heard the noisy sirens here, "Did you complete your mission at the border?"

"Just finished it two minutes ago." Jack looked at the nearby Lake Ontario. Further north was Canada.

"Look, your two POI friends are looking for my new partner to check on someone, and I thought you'd better know about it," Danny said.

"Who?" Jack asked.

"Scott Powell, a city civil servant."

Jack was a little confused, "I haven't heard of it. Is there something wrong with this person?"

Danny's tone was a little hard to describe. "That's why I called you because there's nothing wrong with this guy. Apart from a few traffic tickets, there's nothing wrong with this guy."

Jack said he understood, "I'll be back in New York tomorrow, see you then."

(End of this chapter)