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

Chapter 1390 Damn Undercover

The atmosphere seemed to become tense all of a sudden, because Finch immediately found out that the house belonged to Terry's family, and the man of the family was an NYPD police officer.

"John (Reese), you must stop Cahill from harming this family. During the previous operation, Vargas once mentioned that Cahill is the guy who hates the police the most he has ever seen." Finch called out Reese's name in desperation.

However, before he finished his words, a voice of "Daddy" was clearly heard by the three people through the receiver of Cahill's cloned cell phone.

"Wait, don't do it yet!" Jack, who had sensed something was wrong, yelled. At the same time, a childish voice continued to come from the headset, "Daddy, Daddy, you're home."

Reese's muffled complaint was heard along with the crisp sound of a bullet ejected from the chamber. "I heard it, Jack. You don't need to yell so loudly."

"Long time no see, kid." (Adult male voice)

"Good boy, it's time to go to bed." (Adult female voice)

"See you tomorrow, baby, sleep well." (Adult male voice)

"Is this really not a dream? I really miss you, Daddy." (Childish voice)

"Of course not. I promise you'll still be able to see me when you wake up tomorrow." (Adult male voice)

Listening to the conversation between the family of three coming from the other side, that warm scene seemed to appear in front of Jack and Finch.

"It looks like you're not the only undercover agent in that criminal gang, Mr. Reese." Finch murmured after a long while.

Jack picked up the thin coat that he had thrown on the hanger when he entered the room and said as he walked, "I'll go to the scene and take a look. As an undercover agent, this Cahill's behavior is very unprofessional."
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"His wife is 30 weeks pregnant. I think that's why he came home suddenly, because he missed his family too much." Seeing that it was Jack who appeared beside the car, Reese put down the small telescope in his hand, and his right hand hidden in his arms clicked to open the pistol safety again.

Jack opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, handing him the pizza box and coffee he bought on the way, "It has been confirmed, Cahill's real name is Daniel Terry, he dropped out of the police academy twelve years ago, and all his records have disappeared since then.

Apparently the NYPD went to great lengths to cover up his undercover identity, even going so far as to fabricate a social security number.”

"But since the 'machine' gave out his number, it means his undercover identity may have been exposed."

As Reese opened the pizza box, he saw that the pizza inside was still hot. His usually expressionless face twitched and he managed a smile.

"So what are you going to do? Warn him directly? Or contact the NYPD?" Jack asked.

Reese paused for a moment while chewing his pizza, looking thoughtful. "An undercover agent is risking his life. If we act too crudely and simply, it may not be a good thing for him."

"Is career more important than life?" Jack hates undercover work, but that doesn't stop him from respecting people who do such dangerous jobs.

Seeing Reese's complicated expression, he suddenly had an idea. "You must have done a lot of similar work when you were in the CIA, right?"

Reese didn't answer, so Jack continued to talk on his own, "Let me guess, this is also the reason why you broke up with Jessica?

I am worried that she will be implicated, or like the hostess of this house, her husband is away for a long time and she needs to bear the burden of the whole family alone. "

"Shut up. If you want to be hit in the face with this pizza box, you can keep talking." Reese was obviously angry. After calming down for a moment, he patiently explained, "Undercover work like this against an organization usually takes months or even years.

Jewelry smuggling is just a side job for Vargas' gang. In fact, they have been smuggling high-purity cocaine for a mysterious person for a long time. The single quantity is not large but the purity is extremely high. After multiple dilutions, the amount that flows into the market is also considerable every year.

Cahill should know the specific situation better, after all, he has been in this gang for nearly half a year. "

For some reason, when Jack was listening to Reese's story, he couldn't help but think of the scene on a rooftop somewhere, where two handsome guys were talking to each other, saying things like:

“I want to choose to be a good person now”

"Does that mean you want me to die?"

And the most classic line, "Sorry, I'm a policeman" and other wonderful lines from "Infernal Affairs".

Finally, Finch, who had been busy on the other end of the phone, explained, "I noticed that Officer Cahill, or Officer Terry, had a younger brother who died of a drug overdose a month after he graduated from high school. I think that's why he's been obsessed with this undercover job for so long."

"But it's clear that he is no longer suitable for this job. Cahill has too many ties now, including a five-year-old son and a pregnant wife. He absolutely should not bring danger to his family at this time."

Jack still held an opposing attitude. In his opinion, there was no need to walk a tightrope on such matters, because it was too dangerous to continue undercover, both for Cahill and Reese.

Of course, he couldn't continue arguing with the "POI" duo on such matters.

Jack may have reservations about such things, but the one who is currently on an undercover mission and taking real risks is Reese. This former CIA agent with extensive undercover experience obviously understands Cahill's ideas better than Jack does.

It turns out Reese was right.

At daybreak, after feeling refreshed, Cahill kissed his son's forehead and said goodbye to his beloved wife, he got into his Dodge Charger which he had parked a block away last night, but he did not start the car immediately.

Not long after, a tall and strong figure slowly walked to the side of the car. After looking around for a while, he opened the door and sat in the passenger seat.

Jack adjusted the seat back so that his entire lower body leaned back, leaving only half of his head exposed, and used a small monocular telescope to observe the situation in the distance.

Reese, who was in the driver's seat, was in a similar position, but he was holding a digital camera with a telephoto lens. "Finch, are you still awake? We need you to turn on the microphone on Cahill's phone now."

"Oh, of course. Wait a minute." Although Finch on the opposite side was trying his best to cover it up, Jack clearly heard his smacking lips before, and he had obviously just fallen asleep.

"If you want to reveal your identity, why don't you just wear your badge?"

The tall white man sitting in the passenger seat was about 50 years old, with graying temples. His voice was a little hoarse when he spoke, and there was a hint of disappointment in his tone.

Then he seemed to realize something, and his tone softened a little, "You are now only one step away from success and ending this damn undercover life. Can't you hold on for two more days?"

I was feeling a little sleepy while typing, but when I went to the confidential dam, I found a carbon fiber plate, which scared me to death. Fortunately, I successfully evacuated 300 million in the end.

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(End of this chapter)