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

Chapter 1391 Big Fish Scientific Name CIA
"It sounds like this man is Cahol's liaison." Reese said and pressed the shutter.

Jack had a strange expression on his face. "The last undercover mission? It seems that we don't even need the 'machine' to tell us that this person is in danger."

Reese subconsciously turned his head to look at the FBI agent next to him and found that this guy was not implying something about him again, and he felt inexplicably relieved.

It was during his last mission that the incident happened. He was almost killed by his partner because of his soft-heartedness. The two of them had talked about this before, but Jack probably didn't know that he was already planning to leave the CIA at that time.

At the same time, Cahill in the Dodge Charger also defended himself, "I confirmed that no one was following me, I just needed to feel normal life."

Cahill's liaison, who should also be his superior, said something puzzling next, "We already have enough evidence against Vargas to keep him in prison for the rest of his life. I can help you get out of this quagmire right now.

You've been working undercover for ten years. Whether you're a police chief, in charge of the canine unit, or even a police helicopter pilot, you can choose any position in any department of the NYPD, and no one will question your qualifications. I don't understand."

Cahill interrupted his superior, "We could have taken down Vargas three months ago, couldn't we? But he was just a pawn.

'LOS' is the real target, and I have reliable information that he will personally take care of the next batch of goods."

"'LOS' is just a legend, Michael (Cahol)." The superior and liaison officer sighed.

Cahill took out a small bag of white powder and handed it to the other party, "Remember this cocaine with a purity of over 90%? This is what I brought out from the last batch of goods that belonged to 'LOS'. We really caught a big fish!"

Because the conversation between the two was first transmitted to Finch through the mobile phone receiver on Cahill's body, and then transferred to the headphones of Jack and Reese.

Therefore, the conversation between the two people that Jack saw through the telescope at this time had an obvious "audio and picture asynchrony" problem, so he first saw the contact person's face full of shock, and then heard the content of the subsequent conversation, but then the other party's expression turned to worry.

"Remember what we talked about before? Whoever this 'LOS' is, since no one has dared to touch his goods, there must be a reason.

Be careful, kid, I don't want to end up in a black suit telling your wife she's about to give birth."

Cahill interrupted his ominous words impatiently, "Alright, alright, old man, I'll watch my own ass, you just take care of yourself."

But then he sighed deeply and leaned his head heavily on the seat pillow, “I think Vargas has someone in the police force. During the operation last night, he was very sure that the police officer who stopped the car would not have any backup, so it would be fine to just kill him.

Apparently someone within the NYPD is protecting him, I'm sure of that, I heard him mention the name 'HR'."

However, Jack saw a confused look on the contact's face. He frowned as he put away the evidence that Cahill handed over to him. "What 'HR'? Well, if that's the case, I'll check it out."

"It looks like you need to have a good chat with this contact." Reese's voice turned into the hoarse tone of a venomous snake, which was his usual tone when he was explaining something seriously. Jack imitated his voice and answered in the same sinister tone, "How can you guarantee that his superior is not a traitor who betrayed him? You know, this is how it is played in many movies."

Reese looked at the guy in front of him with an expression that asked if he was seriously ill. "Even if he is a traitor, the sudden appearance of the FBI will make him afraid. Besides, don't you understand what cocaine with a purity of more than 90% means?"

As a man who had been in and out of Mexico three times, Jack certainly understood what it meant for such high-purity cocaine to appear directly within the federal territory.

Cocaine is a natural extract of coca. Its origin is either Bolivia or some other Latin American countries. Due to the limitations of its own processing capabilities, its content is usually only between 30% and 50%.

After further processing and purification, the purity of cocaine smuggled internationally can generally reach 80%-90%, but during the smuggling process, drug traffickers usually adulterate and dilute it two to three times.

Finally, before entering the federal terminal market, it will be mixed with various synthetic anesthetics, such as lidocaine and other prescription sedatives, or mannitol, lactose or glucose to enhance the taste, reducing the purity to about 30%.

Therefore, generally speaking, it is almost impossible to find such high-purity samples of cocaine seized within the federal territory, because once it appears, it means that the forces behind this business are fearless.

Cahill was right, it was possible that he had hooked a big fish, but a three or four hundred pound tuna was a big fish, and a forty-ton whale that could swallow him, bait, and fishing rod in one gulp was also a big fish.

Combined with what the liaison said before, that no one had dared to touch the "LOS" goods, Jack had every reason to suspect that the scientific name of the big fish he caught was CIA.

Especially when Reese, the former CIA agent, asked him this question in such a meaningful tone, he became even more certain.

"So you also know about those dirty things of the CIA? I thought you were just an action agent who focused on his job." Jack's tone was somewhat sarcastic. After all, some genes had long been deeply imprinted in his soul.

Reese no longer considered himself a member of the CIA, so he naturally didn't hear anything wrong in someone's tone and just answered calmly.

"I've heard some of them explain that since we can't win the war on drugs, we might as well make it controllable and get more money for the war on terror."

Jack was no stranger to this kind of argument. When he went to Mexico for the first time to carry out a mission, Matt Graver, who looked like "Thanos", and the CIA behind him held similar views.

If you can't beat them, just join them. It's always better to have government support than to sit back and watch overseas drug trafficking groups grow stronger.

Of course, there is another reason, that is, the drug trafficking groups in Latin America themselves have a certain political color, and they regard drug trafficking as a way to combat American hegemony.

In other words, drug trafficking is an economic weapon for them. Since agriculture and industry are no match for them, they might as well change track.

(End of this chapter)