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

Chapter 1397 Fish and Bait
"Save me. Please, God, save me."

Hearing the wailing of his injured accomplice on the broken sofa becoming weaker and weaker, a trace of pity flashed in Cahill's eyes.

As an undercover policeman, this is not the first time he has witnessed such scenes. Sometimes they are accomplices, sometimes they are rivals, and sometimes they are even innocent passers-by.

But unlike what is portrayed in some film and television works, his long-term undercover career did not have any impact on the kindness in his heart. On the contrary, it was the driving force that supported him to continue to persevere.

"He's dying from excessive blood loss. We have to find a way to send him to a hospital, even if it's just one of those two underground clinics we're familiar with."

Of course, Cahill said this not because he was soft-hearted, but because when he and others entered the warehouse, Vargas ordered them to hand over their cell phones and weapons.

All the weapons were taken away by Vargas, and the mobile phones were required to be crushed in public.

There were only two mobile phones left at the scene. One was of course Vargas's, and the other was ignored by almost everyone and was lying in the pocket of the injured accomplice on the sofa.

Cahill wanted to take the opportunity to get the phone, but it was difficult to do so in public. He could only hope to find a way to contact the outside world under the pretext of sending the injured accomplice to the hospital.

"Don't even think about it. No one is allowed to leave here until I find the traitor." Vargas coldly rejected Cahill's proposal and didn't even look at his "brother-in-law" who was groaning in pain on the sofa.

"Maybe we could give him a tourniquet," Reese suggested, shrugging.

"Is it necessary to go through so much trouble?" Another accomplice with a beard and semi-long blond hair, dressed like a hippie, seemed quite impatient.

He had long disliked this useless "brother-in-law". Before, he was still concerned about the possible "nepotism". Seeing that Vargas didn't care about him at all, he naturally hoped that this guy would die quickly so that he would have one less penny to pay in the future.

The corners of Reese's mouth twitched, and his expression at this moment, coupled with the tone of his voice, made him look even more sinister. "That will at least make him quiet down."

The bearded blond man picked up the steel pipe on the ground and said with a ferocious look, "It will have the same effect if you knock him out."

Reese's expression froze for a moment.

He had just seen through Cahill's thoughts and was thinking about how to stop him from acting rashly, but he didn't expect that someone who didn't play by the rules would suddenly appear.

Fortunately, Vargas, who had been watching all this coldly, finally spoke up, "You two try to stop the bleeding. Morrison, if you're really bored, go watch some TV."

The boss spoke, and the bearded blond man named Morrison threw away the steel pipe in his hand angrily, snorted unhappily, and walked towards the sofa not far away.

Reese found a belt and wrapped it around his waist twice or three times to make a simple tourniquet. Cahill brought a bottle of water and tried to replenish the water for the unfortunate guy who had lost too much blood. However, when he turned around, he found that the other person had fallen into a coma.

"Do you think he can hold out?" Cahill asked.

Reese was expressionless as usual. He felt the guy's neck for pulse and could hardly feel it. "It was tough, but we tried our best."

Seeing him turn around and leave, Kaheer looked around and found that no one was paying attention to this side, so he reached out to touch his "brother-in-law"'s arms. Just as he squatted in front of the sofa and wanted to use his body to cover, ready to use the other party's fingerprint to unlock the phone and send a message to his contact, he heard a slight sound behind him.

Kaheer was startled, and before he could react, his right wrist holding the phone was firmly grasped by someone.

Under the dim light in the warehouse, Reese slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing some white teeth that seemed to be shining coldly. This smile was scarier than a ghost. "I know what you want to do, but it's not necessary. Believe me."

After saying that, he snatched the phone, held it high, and shouted to Vargas, who was pacing anxiously in the distance, "Boss, I think you forgot this."

In these few seconds, Cahill seemed to have experienced a thrilling roller coaster ride. Even though his nerves had been toughened after years of undercover career, he lost the ability to control his expression for a moment.

Fortunately, he had his back to the crowd at this time. After turning around, he had returned to normal and even muttered a little dissatisfiedly, "I was the first to think that he had a mobile phone on him."

Vargas walked up to the two men with a suspicious look on his face, took the phone from Reese and took a look at it, only to find that the screen was not even unlocked. He looked expressionlessly at his "brother-in-law" who was in a deep coma, and unlocked the screen with his finger.

A series of "hmmmm" and "ahhh" shouts echoed in the quiet warehouse. A paused short video automatically started playing after the screen was unlocked, attracting the attention of two other members of this small smuggling gang.

"What an idiot." Vargas cursed in a low voice, threw the phone to the ground and crushed it with his heel, and the embarrassing sound stopped playing.

"How long do we have to wait, boss?" Reese took the opportunity to ask.

Vargas's eyes swept across the faces of the two people in front of him, and the information of Cahill and Reese flashed through his mind.

According to "LOS", the undercover agent of the NYPD has been lurking for some time, so in theory, Reese, the newcomer, is the least suspicious.

And Cahill could almost be regarded as his most trusted deputy. Except for the "LOS" incident, he had never been involved in the case. Together they had worked on no less than a dozen cases.

During this period, in addition to the fierce fighting with other smuggling gangs, there were also many exchanges of fire with the police. Therefore, Vargas was unwilling to believe that Cahill was an undercover agent.

Waving his hand to signal the two to find a place to rest, Vargas continued to pace back and forth in the warehouse, waiting for the call from "LOS".

He vaguely knew that the other party was a powerful figure because in many previous transactions, "LOS" had never concealed his government background.

Vargas was a smart man. He knew that in the eyes of the other party, he was just a small ant that could be crushed to death at any time, so he was very obedient and strictly followed the other party's requirements.

Therefore, when "LOS" said that there was an undercover police agent in his team, Vargas chose to wait without hesitation, waiting for the other party to obtain the undercover information.
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Detective "Bean" is also a smart man. He knows that he has become part of someone's plan, a bait for fishing.

The Internal Affairs officer said he was under arrest, but he used a coat to cover the handcuffs and led Fusco out of the NYPD headquarters building, so this was not an arrest, but an attempt to silence him.

When walking into the parking lot, Fusco subconsciously glanced at the place where Jack had parked his car before, and found that the black Audi R8 was nowhere to be seen.

(End of this chapter)