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

Chapter 1401 Finch's Red-haired Lover

"Intimidating a police officer, I will recommend that prosecutors add that charge."

Cahill, no, now it should be Officer Daniel Terry, took the handcuffs from his superior and liaison officer and showed them to the arrogant man.

"Are you going to take me yourself or will I help you?"

Although he was reluctant to admit it in his heart, from the other party's fearless attitude, he had vaguely understood the meaning of what Reese had said before.

"Do you know who you are threatening?" "LOS" raised a mocking smile and put his wrists together in front of Terry, "I will remember you."

Terry handcuffed the guy and was about to hand him over to the police officer who followed behind him, but when he turned around, he found that Reese, who had fought alongside him before, was nowhere to be seen.

At this moment, a roaring engine sound was heard, and several NYPD and ESU members who were on guard nearby consciously made way and let a black Audi R8 supercar into the scene.

Jack opened the car door and got out, smiling and nodding politely to several familiar NYPD police officers, then walked up to Daniel Terry and extended his hand to him.

"Officer Terry, I'm FBI Assistant Agent in Charge Jack Tavola. Congratulations on successfully completing the last mission of your undercover career."

This NYPD undercover looks quite handsome, but not Tom Cruise's type. He has a big nose and looks like he has French ancestry.

"Oh, you're the FBI?" Terry thought of some things that Reese had mentioned before, and countless questions suddenly emerged in his mind, but he didn't know where to start.

"Be patient." Jack patted his shoulder with a smile. Although he had a young face, this action did not seem abrupt because it was rare for him to report his duties right away.

"Commissioner Reagan is currently in his office at NYPD headquarters awaiting your report."

After saying this, Jack turned his head to look at "LOS" who had an indifferent expression on his face. He was a middle-aged white man with greasy hair and dead fish eyes. His hair was meticulously fixed with mousse. He seemed to be relieved by his appearance.

"'LOS', right? Although I don't know your name yet, someone just told me that you were trying to threaten this NYPD officer. I think there may be some misunderstanding here."

Perhaps because Jack's attitude was too "friendly", "LOS" actually raised his head and pointed his chin and nostrils at him. "There is no misunderstanding. He is just a damn undercover policeman. He doesn't even know what he has done."

Jack sighed, took a half step back and threw a punch, causing his teeth and nose blood to form a beautiful arc under the rising sun.

Two NYPD police officers quickly lifted up the unconscious "middle-aged man". After Jack wiped his fists with his expensive Armani suit, Danny, who had caught up with him, waved and stuffed him into a police car.

"I don't quite understand, who is that guy?" Terry's face was full of confusion.

"CIA." Jack apologized to him, "I'm sorry, Officer Daniel Terry, there will be no charges in this case, at least not for drug trafficking."

"What?" Terry was a little incredulous. "You mean the CIA is trafficking drugs?" "Although I won't admit this officially, as you can see, these drugs will theoretically be shipped out of New York and flow into the international market to earn money for our country's 'anti-terrorism cause'."

Terry's eyes widened as he listened to Jack's somewhat helpless explanation. "So you want to tell me that I risked my life to catch these drug dealers, but in the end, this is what happened?"

"At least you're lucky. Come on, I'll take you back to headquarters. Don't worry about your family. Your wife and son are under the protection of the NYPD right now."

Danny, who was standing by, was about to take Terry to the car, but Terry stopped where he was and looked at Jack unwillingly, "So there's really no way to bring him to justice?"

"So some things are better left unknown, but I can assure you that guy will pay the price for this and will never threaten the safety of you and your family again."

Facing Jack's sincere gaze, Terry looked at him for a long time before nodding heavily, "Okay, I believe you. That guy said you are a trustworthy person."

"Always." Jack knew he was talking about Reese, and kept smiling as he watched Danny drive away with the undercover officer.

Soon, NYPD officers set up a cordon at the scene of the bodies, and heart-wrenching sirens were heard in the distance.

When Jack returned to his car, Reese was already sitting in the passenger seat. "What will the director do with Terry? He and his family are not completely safe now."

"I hope he'll like life on the West Coast." Jack started the car. "Chief Reagan is discussing an exchange program for outstanding police officers with the LAPD. After three years, Terry and his family can choose to stay in Los Angeles or return to New York."

"I will keep an eye on Terry and make sure they leave New York safely, but Los Angeles..." Reese glanced at Jack, "Can that be considered your territory?"

Jack waved his hand to indicate that he was overthinking it. "It doesn't matter whether it's my territory or not. Director Reagan will meet with someone from the CIA's New York office later.

Don’t underestimate the NYPD, the largest local law enforcement agency in the United States. With the FBI’s involvement, we have already made enough gestures, and the CIA should not make any mistakes.”

Reese breathed a sigh of relief. "I hope so. If Snow is here, he will not attack the police casually because of his cautious style. That will greatly affect the relationship between the bureau and the local police station."

"Cautious?" Jack was somewhat curious about what Reese thought of his former superior, Mark Snow. "Shouldn't he be described as ruthless? What mission were you carrying out that made him keep chasing you?"

"I don't know." Reese looked helpless. "At the time, they said that the laptop contained some extremely dangerous virus source code, which was sold to Russia by a traitor in the country, so I didn't consider the risk of being silenced at all."

Jack vaguely remembered that this matter seemed to be related to Finch, but he could not remember the specific circumstances. It seemed that he had to find an opportunity to get the other party's words later.

Thinking of Finch, he remembered something else and asked, "Weren't you curious before about how Finch continued to receive numbers from the 'machine' during the time when the system crashed in the library? Have you got any results now?"

When Jack mentioned this, Reese looked a little strange. "No, I secretly followed him for a while, but I didn't find the source of the number, but I found out that he had a secret red-haired lover."

(End of this chapter)