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

Chapter 1396 Doudou Failed to Infiltrate and Search

Detective Doudou's big face was filled with indignation, and he said angrily, "Why don't you let Danny do this? Invading the confidential department of the NYPD is a federal felony!"

Jack pointed to his ear, signaling him to put on the earphones quickly, and soothed him in a coaxing tone, "Danny needs to keep an eye on the Cahill liaison and make sure there are no problems with the NYPD support team over there.

Besides, you are now an undercover agent endorsed by Director Reagan himself. When HR is eradicated, you will be the biggest contributor, and promotion and wealth are just around the corner. How many opportunities like this can you get when you are middle-aged?"

If it were a few months ago, Fusco might still be indifferent to the pie that Jack painted. After all, he was still a mess at that time. When he was taken directly in front of Director Reagan, he was almost scared to death.

Now that time has passed, although Detective "Doudou" still doesn't know much about the "machine", the magical performance of the "POI" team has opened his eyes.

What's more, his partner now is the son of the director. It can be said that he has the director and the FBI protecting him above him, a highly skilled operative like Reese in front of him, and a mysterious technical tycoon like Finch behind him.

In comparison, there seems to be nothing worth coveting for a useless middle-aged man like me. How much can I be worth if I sell it?

However, although he had been convinced in his heart, Fusco still acted reluctant and kept muttering to himself.

"So they just bully cannon fodder like me. If I get caught, my life will be over. Even Director Reagan won't care about a small fry like me."

Although he knew it was his character, Jack was still a little helpless. He pressed Fusco's shoulder with one hand and looked at him sincerely, "You are much more important than you think, really.

Believe me, even if you were put in federal prison, I would definitely get you the best cell."

Fusco rolled his eyes but didn't dare to say anything more. He put on his headphones and heard Finch's voice, "Detective Fusco, there will be a shift change at NYPD headquarters soon. This may be our only chance."

"OK, OK, so what is our plan? Doctor Who." Fusco opened the door and got out of the car. He looked back at Jack who was smiling and waving at him, and walked into the police station building with heavy steps.

Along the way, Fusco calmly nodded and greeted several police officers and detectives who had completed their shifts, then swaggered through the underground parking lot and entered a passage.

"Do you think he can succeed? I mean, will the mole take the bait?" Finch switched to a separate channel and asked Jack who stayed in the car.

Someone answered confidently, "As you just said, the evening shift change is the only chance, not only for us, but also for the mole hidden in the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Unless he happens to be the person on duty at the door tonight, he can choose to take action later, but that will also expose him, right? "

"I hope everything goes as you expected." Finch sighed.

Fusco naturally couldn't hear this conversation. He followed Finch's guidance and successfully arrived at the door of the secret room belonging to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He successfully opened the electronic lock with the imitation pass given by Jack.

He walked in, closed the door, took out a spray bottle, hid in a blind spot of the surveillance camera and sprayed water mist on the camera. Fusco looked at the row of cabinets in front of him in a daze, and couldn't believe that he actually did this.

"It's all done. What should we do next?" He subconsciously pressed the earphones in his ears and asked in a low voice.

"The thing you need to find is in the second row from the top, the third cabinet from the left to the right. Turn off the lights in the room and use the purple light Jack gave you."

Finch looked at the timer as he spoke. According to Jack's request, he had to let Fusco leave the room at the last minute, so he had to calculate the time of each step accurately. "Did you see the fingerprint on the combination lock?"

"3, 5, and 8." Fusco was about to start, but Finch stopped him directly, "Wait, according to the intelligence, the password should be four digits."

Fusco stopped his hand in mid-air and said angrily, "You can all find out how many digits the password is, so why can't you just ask for the password directly?"

Finch glanced at the "8535" written on the note in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he continued to fool around calmly, "Is there a more blurred fingerprint?"

Fusco rubbed his eyes and answered uncertainly after a while, "Probably, 5 is a little blurry, what's wrong?"

"This means that 5 has been pressed twice. Try these combinations: 3558, 5583." Finch reported a series of numbers in one breath, without taking his eyes off the timer on the table, until he saw a figure appear in the surveillance camera in the outer corridor.

"8535". With a beep, Fusco, whose fingers were numb from pressing, finally breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn it, you should have reminded me to bring a crowbar."

Fusco took the file out of the cabinet and opened it. In the upper right corner was a photo of an undercover police officer whose alias was Michael Cahill and whose real name was Daniel Terry.

"I got Terry's file."

Hearing this, Finch secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Kill the beautiful Detective Fusco. Terry is safe. Now all you need to do is..."

half a minute later
"Why go to all that trouble? There's a shredder right next to us. We can just destroy the files."

Fusco's mumbling came to an abrupt end the next second, because with a "beep" sound, a figure pushed the door open and reached out to turn on the light that he had just turned off.

"Detective Fusco, right?" The deep voice came from a tall and thin black man, causing Detective Doudou to freeze in his tracks.

The visitor recognized Fusco, and Fusco also recognized the visitor. Several detectives from the drug enforcement team had disappeared or been imprisoned, and the person who came to investigate him was the Internal Affairs officer in front of him.

Fusco tried to stop his legs from shaking, but the files in his hands could not stop making rustling sounds. "Listen, things are not what you think. I can explain."

This Internal Affairs Ministry officer wore a white uniform that was different from that of ordinary police officers. He had a bald head and his face was covered with ugly acne marks left over from puberty.

He drew his pistol and pointed it at Fusco expressionlessly, "Explain why you stole the confidential files? No need, you are under arrest."

"Listen to me, I have no choice but to do this. An undercover detective's life is in danger. I have to..."

Fusco was trying to continue explaining when Finch's warning came through the headset, "Detective Fusco, someone advises you not to say anything right now."

"I know, the question is how did you know that?" The Internal Affairs officer handcuffed Fusco and then took away the file in his hand with a smug smile on his ugly face.

(End of this chapter)