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

Chapter 1399: Detective Doudou's Journey of Redemption
Although summer has not yet arrived, many insects in the woods late at night have begun to anxiously make sounds for themselves. From time to time, unknown small animals shuttle through the grass, making rustling sounds.

On a moonless night, the sea breeze blows through the woods, making the lights of the stars far away in the sky appear and disappear among the branches and newly sprouted leaves like ghosts. The occasional sudden cry of a crow is enough to make people's hair stand on end.

With his hands cuffed, Fusco was pushed and shoved by the bald black man behind him, stumbling into the depths of the woods.

"You know why I'm so good at this job, Fusco?"

The Internal Affairs officer, holding a gun in one hand and a shovel in the other, kept muttering as he walked, "Because I can tell who the bad cops are at a glance."

Perhaps because he was still expecting something, Fusco acted very unconcerned and directly retorted, "Isn't it because you have to look in the mirror every day?"

The police officer from the Ministry of Internal Affairs was not angry. "Do you think you can clean yourself up? Just like in the Middle Ages, if you committed a sin, you just need to regain your faith and spend money to buy an indulgence, and then you can pretend that nothing happened.

No, once your hands are dirty, they can never be clean again, you know what I mean?"

Fusco paused impatiently, “You’ve analyzed your inner thoughts very clearly, but the thing is, my hands are not dirty, I just almost took the wrong path like you.

The difference between us is that I had the opportunity to turn back and I took it, but you didn’t, or you didn’t want to turn back at all.”

The Internal Affairs officer put the muzzle of his gun to the back of Fusco's head and suddenly asked a strange question, "Did you hear any noise?"

Fusco's heart tightened and he listened carefully, but to his disappointment, there was nothing except the chirping of insects and birds, and the faint sound of waves in the distance.

He listened for a moment again, and this time he seemed to really hear a slight sound, as if someone was tiptoeing towards him. Just when he was overjoyed, the sound disappeared, as if it was just an illusion.

Fusco suppressed his disappointment and shook his head. "I didn't hear anything."

"That's right." The Internal Affairs officer grinned, his white teeth standing out in the darkness. "No sirens, no loudspeakers, which means no one will come to rescue you."

He seemed very pleased with his mischievous joke, “You see, reality is not a movie, the good guys don’t always win, and the bad guys don’t always lose.

You want to be a good person, but the result is that you die quietly in a place where no one knows. No one will care about you, and you will rot here alone like garbage. "

Fusco felt a little regretful. He regretted that he shouldn't have stopped. The other party obviously wanted to take action, but some damn FBI bastard hadn't shown up yet.

He should continue to delay time until the unreliable guy shows up.

Fortunately, the other party seemed to have a lot to say. Along with the sound of the safety closing from the back of his head, the bald man's voice continued to be heard.

"So why don't you tell me who asked you to steal the file? I will kill him, and you can take it as revenge before you die."

Delay, delay, Fusco told himself desperately, and the words began to flow from his mouth, "Do you think you are the first person to put a gun to my head?

Have you ever experienced the feeling of despair when your tires are blown out by two sniper shots and the muzzle of the gun, which is still emitting gunpowder, is aimed at your head?

As the gunshot rang out again, the bullet grazed my cheek and hit the pillow, my head was buzzing, and you thought you were dead. At that moment, all kinds of crazy thoughts flashed through your mind. "

Fusco became more and more excited, even revealing some of his true feelings. "Fortunately, you wore clean underwear, so the forensic doctor won't make a devilish joke on you. The porn movies are hidden, and the browsing history is cleared, so you don't have to worry about being discovered. But the bad thing is that your son will hear from others that his father is a corrupt cop."

Vaguely, Fusco seemed to hear that subtle sound again. He prayed desperately in his heart, hoping that it was not his hallucination, and his voice became louder and louder.

“You tell yourself that you made a mistake and you can probably make it up by doing something good, but you can’t make the same mistake again because you won’t get a second chance.

In fact, you can't understand that feeling, right? You scum, because you never think you are doing anything bad, you don't even have the slightest sense of shame. "

"Your Majesty!"

The "scum" who was furious at being scolded pushed Fusco but failed, and kicked him in the knee, "You talk too much, asshole."

"It's over." Fusco told himself in his heart as he knelt on the ground in despair.

I really shouldn't have trusted that FBI guy who hadn't even grown all his hair yet. He actually didn't catch up to save me.

There was a moment before, when he even admired that bastard for thinking of letting him replace the real file with a fake one. Not only did he successfully lure out the mole hidden in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, but he also protected the undercover in danger.

But the FBI guy got so far in such a life-threatening matter. Why couldn't he catch up? Was he really abandoned?
Countless thoughts came and went in Detective Doudou's mind, but the last time seemed extremely long, as if it was a century, until a gunshot was heard.

Hearing the sound of a heavy object falling behind him, Fusco trembled all over, then felt relieved and tried to stand up, but found that his legs were too weak.

"Do you have to set such a strict time limit?" Fusco couldn't help but complain.

Jack stepped forward and helped him up from the ground. "This is more dramatic, isn't it? Mainly because your self-analysis just now was quite touching."

After uncuffing Detective "Dou Dou", Jack just turned on the flashlight to check the injuries on his face, but he couldn't wait to bend down and take out the cell phone from the corpse to make a call.

"I'm going to report this."

However, he did not notice any movement from Jack. Fusco only felt his eyes blurred and his hands lightened, and the phone belonging to the traitor had disappeared.

"Why are you in such a hurry? Your mission has just begun."

Fusco's relaxed expression froze on his face, and he subconsciously asked, "What other tasks are there?"

"Of course, I'm taking this opportunity to get to know HR. Don't forget what you just said about seizing the only chance to turn over a new leaf." Jack smiled and patted his shoulder.

Fusco was so angry that he wanted to jump up and down. Wasn't this just kicking himself into the fire pit?
"Isn't he from HR? If I kill their people, will they still accept me?"

"No, he's from the CIA." Jack shook the phone, but the words he said made Fusco feel weak in the knees again.

(End of this chapter)