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

Chapter 1398 Hoover? Jack?
"Where are you taking me?" It would be a lie for Fusco to say he wasn't afraid at this moment. Although he knew he would not be abandoned easily, he still couldn't help feeling nervous.

The bald Internal Affairs officer did not answer, but just glanced at him as if he were looking at a dead man.

At this moment, a cell phone rang. The internal affairs officer stopped fastening his seat belt and answered the phone.

"Nothing, just a little trouble, some idiot broke in and nearly destroyed the file. Yes, I got it, the undercover is named."

He paused, took out the file from his arms and looked at it again, "Ethan Hunt, alias David Morrison, do you want me to take a photo for you?

Well, I have some things to deal with, I'll call you back later."

Although he had a vague premonition in his heart, Fusco was still extremely shocked when he heard this conversation, "You are the traitor!"

He was responded with a heavy punch, and Detective "Dou Dou"'s eyes went dark and he fell into coma.

A small dot kept flashing on the electronic map of New York City. After seeing it pass the Brooklyn Bridge, Jack started his Audi R8 and followed it.

Finch's voice came from Jack's headset at this time, "Jack, Detective Fusco's safety is in your hands. Mr. Reese has also started to take action. I need to keep in touch with Detective Reagan now."

"No problem, let's do what we are good at."

Jack hung up the phone and immediately dialed Detective Reagan's father's number. The call was connected almost the moment it rang. It was obvious that the chief had been waiting for this call.

"Have you found the traitor?"

"Yes. How do you want me to handle this? To be honest, I'm not sure if the CIA will come forward to bail him out."

Jack was answered by a long silence. Just when he thought there might be something wrong with the signal on his cell phone, Frank Reagan's voice, which was obviously a little low, came through the phone again.

"To be honest, I don't know either."

"I thought a big shot like you would never show mercy when dealing with traitors." Jack teased with a smile.

Frank Reagan sighed deeply, "I have never considered myself a politician, but as a policeman, sometimes I have to make a choice between law and justice."

"So this time, do you think the law is more important or justice is more important?" Jack played a guessing game with the director.

"Perhaps opportunity is more important?" Frank Reagan's answer was somewhat unexpected.

"Do you think that if Detective Fusco had to kill an Internal Affairs officer in order to help the Vargas gang, and then asked HR for help, would the other party regard it as an important handle and accept him back?"

This time it was Jack's turn to remain silent. To be honest, in his mind, the image of Frank Reagan, the NYPD Commissioner, has always been more "great, glorious and correct".

Of course, as a violent organization boss with more than 20,000 police officers under his command, it is impossible to say that he is a soft-hearted person. But from the beginning of knowing the chief to now, Jack has seen many different faces of him, seen how he easily coped with media challenges, and also seen him clean up the "Blue Templars" hidden in the NYPD with thunderous force.

Of course, there is also his helplessness in dealing with his three "troublesome" children and his doting on his grandchildren.

What impressed Jack the most was not the scene where he decisively shot a pervert who intended to rape his daughter, but the humane way he handled a dereliction of duty by an old subordinate. (Chapter 650)
Of course, the old subordinate who was derelict in his duty and the mole bribed by the CIA might be two different things for the director. In fact, when Jack arranged Fusco to "steal" the undercover files, he deliberately let Finch delay time to see if the mole would take the bait, and he had a follow-up plan.

But he didn't expect that the director would say it so bluntly, as if this was not some shameful "conspiracy". Even the tone of his voice was as if he was discussing with a partner who was completely equal to him.

It seemed that Frank Reagan had some misunderstandings due to Jack's long silence. "If you have any difficulties, I can let James (the third son of the Reagan family) do it.

We are not dealing with one or two people, but an entire conspiracy group, a conspiracy group that is trying to control the entire New York underworld. The Reagan family will never allow such a thing to happen. "

Jack thought to himself that it seemed that the director had also done a lot of private investigations on "HR" during this period. It was probably because after discovering that certain things had touched his bottom line, the old man could no longer sit still and take action.

"It's not difficult, I'm just not used to it." Although he knew that the person on the other end of the phone couldn't see his movements, Jack shrugged out of habit and his tone became relaxed again.

He didn't say he was not used to it, but Frank Reagan obviously understood. After a chuckle, he returned to his usual nonchalant way of speaking.

"Jack, I know you are not someone who is used to taking on too much responsibility, but there are indeed many people who are counting on you right now. Everyone has come together because of you. Don't let us down."

To be honest, when Jack heard this, he felt as if his tailbone was electrified. A tingling sensation went up his spine, causing his driving movements to freeze.

After a long while, he coughed twice and said with an awkward smile, "Isn't that too harsh? Director Reagan, I'm just a small FBI agent."

"Perhaps I shouldn't say this. After all, David Rossi is your mentor, but he is also a lazy person." The director paused and sighed helplessly.

"In short, you are much more important than you think, Jack. The Federation is in turmoil right now. Maybe it really needs an alternative Hoover to help it keep going."

Jack really wanted to loudly ask the NYPD chief if he wanted to listen to what he was saying.

What kind of person was Hoover? He controlled the FBI for nearly 30 years and secretly manipulated several presidents. All politicians wished he would die, but they trembled in fear under his tyranny.

How could I be compared with such a "big bad guy"?
It seemed that even Frank Reagan realized that he had said something out of turn. After reminding Jack to be careful, he hung up the phone. At this time, Jack's Audi R8 had already arrived at Oyster Bay.

The last time Fusco was in Oyster Bay, he was the one responsible for hauling the bodies.

After the corrupt police officer Stiles committed suicide, Reese threw the body into the trunk of his car, and then the two of them dug a deep pit in the woods somewhere in Oyster Bay.

(End of this chapter)