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

Chapter 1395: Detective Doudou's Important Mission
"Hey, look who this is, the triumphant Detective Fusco? I heard that you've been getting along pretty well with the chief's son recently?" Simmons Patrick, wearing a NYPD uniform, seemed very cordial, but his words were full of sarcasm.

Fusco made a sad face and said, "You know how much the boss above us values ​​his reputation. He not only controls his son, but also makes me, his new partner, do things very carefully every day. Life is really not easy."

Simmons gave a few dry laughs, but the vigilance in his eyes faded a little. "So is there something you can't say in the police bar? Why do you have to invite me to the park?"

Following his example, Fosko looked around as if checking if anyone was following him. After hesitating for a moment, he took two steps forward and lowered his voice.

"Ever heard of a smuggler named Neil Vargas?"

Simmons did not answer, but raised his head slightly to look down at the other person, neither confirming nor denying.

Fusco was not flustered, and just assumed that the other party had agreed, so he continued, "I plan to teach this guy a lesson and see if I can squeeze some money out of him. Are you interested in joining us?"

Simmons' eyes flashed with surprise, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a hint of mockery, "Why? Hasn't our Detective Fusco been living a very carefree life recently? Why is he suddenly short of money?"

Fusco snorted, showing an annoyed expression, "Life was indeed easier when I worked under Stiles before, but ever since that incident with him, I've been in constant trouble.

First, I was targeted by a group of small-time drug dealers, who even tried to threaten me with my son. After I finally managed to resolve the issue, I was inexplicably transferred from the drug enforcement team to the serious crime team. Now I am completely alone and can do nothing. ”

"Indeed, it's hard to trust a guy whose companions are either missing or sent to prison, isn't it?" Simmons sneered.

Fusco's face changed drastically, as if he had been touched in a sore spot. "If you came to the appointment today just to mock me, then there is nothing to talk about."

As he said this, he acted as if he was about to turn around and leave angrily.

Don't be fooled by Detective "Doudou"'s silly look and appearance that he is easy to bully. That's just because he has no choice but to lie down when facing powerful figures like Reese, Jack and the director who can easily crush a little ant like him.

As a veteran in the workplace, Fusco has at least mastered the two skills of playing dumb and observing people's words and expressions to a certain level.

At this moment, this tactic of retreating to advance was played very well, and even fooled the cunning Simmons.

"Why are you in such a hurry? I haven't finished speaking." Simmons quickly called out to him.

Fusco's face flushed, as if he was insulted. He turned sideways and glanced at the other person with an expression that said, "You're going to fart soon."

Simmons' expression eased a little, and he acted like an older brother, "I'm just giving you a friendly warning. It's fine if you want Lesoniel Vargas, but you have to apply honestly.

You know the rules, as long as HR nods, he's yours."

Fusco said with disdain, "Of course I know the rules, but after Stiles was said to have become a tainted witness, HR went into hiding. Who the hell am I supposed to contact?"

Simmons' mouth corners slightly raised, "Haven't you already contacted him?"
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"Yes, now we can basically confirm that this matter should have nothing to do with HR. Detective Fusco's investigation was successful." Jack knew that Finch couldn't do two things at once, so he simply described the whole process. Because just now, the Vargas gang took action in advance and took away more than 200 kilograms of high-purity cocaine disguised as rice from the kitchen of a Chinese restaurant. During the period, they also had a fight with the other party because of the uneven distribution of the spoils.

Although they successfully killed the enemy and took away all the goods, one member of the team was shot.

Fortunately, the injured person was neither Cahol nor Reese, but a younger brother who was not very good at work. He was also the younger brother of Vargas's lover, which was roughly equivalent to his brother-in-law.

The brother-in-law was shot in the thigh and was dying from excessive blood loss. However, after receiving a phone call, Vargas had no intention of sending him for treatment, nor did he rush to deliver the goods. Instead, he took the gang members and hid in a secret warehouse.

"Vagas ordered all his men to hand over their cell phones and destroy them?" Jack's heart tightened when he heard the news, but he thought about it and found that he was worrying too much.

To be on the safe side, Finch cloned the communication tools of all gang members through Reese's mobile phone, including the boss Vargas's.

"Yes, I tried to trace the cell phone number that spoke to Vargas, but was unsuccessful. The other party used a dedicated secure line similar to your FBI cell phone, which further verified your guess, Jack."

Finch sounded a little worried, "We are facing two problems now. The other party clearly told Vargas that there is an undercover police officer in his team.

He was asked to wait overnight, the delivery time was postponed to tomorrow morning, and he was promised that the undercover information would be obtained tonight. "

Jack pulled up to Detective Doudou who was waiting on the side of the road and waved for him to get in the car. At the same time, he continued talking to Finch, "OK, I understand. I will immediately arrange for Detective Fusco to act according to the plan. So what is the second question?"

Finch spoke quickly, "I'm worried that after losing his phone, Cahill will take extreme and risky measures to try to contact his contacts, but I can't talk to Mr. Reese directly now."

"Trust Reese, he will definitely be able to handle Cahill." Jack said Finch should believe in Reese's ability.

Now is the stage of closing the net. If you want to catch the big fish at the back, you can’t do it without taking some risks.

But this incident also served as a reminder to them, "Finch, I think you can get some additional communication tools for Reese, such as a microphone hidden in the sole of the shoe, a locator made into a copper-headed belt, etc.

If you find it troublesome, I can ask the bureau to get some similar special equipment."

Finch was silent for a moment, then replied solemnly, "I'll think about it, Jack."

Fusco, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was stunned by the conversation. When he saw Jack drive the car directly back to the NYPD headquarters building, his expression turned confused again, "Why are we going back here? Shouldn't we go to support the 'Man in the Suit'?"

"No, you have a more important mission now, to sneak into the secret archives of the Ministry of Internal Affairs." Jack handed him a replica pass with a smile.

(End of this chapter)