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

Chapter 1432 Closing the Net (Part ) (asking for monthly tickets)
Danny's smile was full of sarcasm at the moment. "It seems that even your most loyal brothers have abandoned you. Are you still unwilling to follow us?"

"What the hell!" Moretti II came back in a rage, but he looked a bit timid. "The whole club is empty. There's no one here."

"Maybe what we should do now is to get out of here as soon as possible. Maybe the people from Leah will rush in soon and kill these three idiots. Then the gang war will be over."

Fusco secretly encouraged Danny from the side, "There's no need for us to get involved. It's a good thing for the city if these guys die."

"No, I'll go with you."

After finding that no one answered the calls he made to several numbers on his mobile phone, Griffoni, who had been sitting there without saying much, stood up hurriedly.

At this point, it would be a fool for him not to understand that he has been "abandoned by everyone", and the two NYPDs in front of him are his life-saving straws at this moment!
After the first person was shaken, the remaining two people naturally followed suit, and soon the three mafia bosses left the seemingly "empty" club under the protection of Danny and Fusco.

"They're gone." Aubrey knocked hard on the iron door that led to the kitchen in the back alley of the club.

The door opened with a creaky sound. Clay rubbed his sore wrist and half moved aside. In the kitchen behind him were more than twenty gang thugs and chefs, their hands and feet tied up like dumplings with plastic ties. All of them had bruises and some even had bloody heads.

Reese stood by with a frying pan with a bent handle in his hand, a murderous look on his face. The sturdy man lying at his feet had fallen into a sweet sleep, and perhaps because he had a good dream, his calves were twitching with joy.

Compared to the other two who had bruises on their faces or corners of their mouths, Jack acted as if nothing had happened. Not even a wrinkle appeared on his suit. He even had the leisure to enjoy the seafood porridge stewing on the stove.

"Betraying and deserted by friends and relatives" is of course an illusion. Perhaps there were indeed some people from Lairia around the three mafia bosses, but it would be too exaggerated to say that all of them suddenly betrayed them.

It was all because the private meeting room had great soundproofing. When Jack, Clay and Reese rushed in and beat up the thugs and bodyguards indiscriminately, the screams did not alarm the people inside at all.

Although Moretti II and his colleagues all carried mobile phones because it was an emergency meeting at night, for Finch, as long as there was a mobile phone under his control, it was only a matter of time before he invaded other mobile phones within a ten-meter radius.

The two NYPD detectives stood at the door for nearly ten minutes before entering the meeting room. After getting Finch's confirmation, Danny kicked the door hard and entered.

Whether the mobile phone controlled by Finch can make a call depends on his thoughts. If necessary, even the 911 emergency call can be left unanswered.

Although the main reason was that two of their allies were killed by Laija in less than a day, which made the remaining three people very upset, the "alienated" atmosphere deliberately created by Jack also contributed to it, forcing them to accept Danny's protection.

At 12 o'clock late in the night, the Wrangler stopped at an abandoned warehouse area east of Queens. After Danny hid the car, he led a few people to the second floor.

Watching him skillfully input the password in front of the iron gate, Moretti II, who had been looking around all the way, asked in confusion, "Where is this place?"

"An abandoned art warehouse." With the creaking sound of Danny pushing open the heavy iron door, a large room filled with all kinds of sundries appeared in front of them.

There was a medieval armor in the corner, covered with dust, a Victorian-style dressing cabinet that looked quite valuable by the window, and a pool table in the middle of the room. "There's a bathroom at the back, and there's fresh food and water in the refrigerator over there, please help yourself." Danny found a worn sofa, dusted it off casually, and sat on it.

Moretti II looked at the rough red brick walls around him, then turned to look at the iron door that looked very solid, still feeling a little uneasy, "How long are we going to stay here? There are only two of you here to protect us?"

"Of course we have to wait until my father catches Lai Ya. As for why there are only two of us, it's because the fewer people who know your location, the better. You have also cooperated with HR before, right?

You should also know that the people in HR have been completely bought by Lai Ya, and those corrupt police are also looking for you everywhere."

Danny threw out the excuse he had prepared long ago.

"But this also means that once Lai Ya finds our location, we will all die here. Your father is an incompetent bastard. He has no idea how deeply hidden HR is in his police station. You will not get any support."

At this time, Zambrano poured cold water on him and said angrily.

Danny was not moved at all and raised his eyebrows at him, "Then you might as well tell me the details so that we can catch them all in one fell swoop later."
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Tonight the FBI's operations center at the Federal Building is busier than ever, with nearly all of its field agents deployed.

The logistics agents responsible for providing intelligence support also stared at the computer screen intently, pressing the call button on the headset from time to time to keep in touch with the action team at the front.

Dana Moger sat in the seat closest to the big screen, and standing behind her was Jubal, who was used to working in the field and was a little uncomfortable sitting in the back.

"Ma'am, Lai Ya should have received the information delivered by HR by now, but his people have not made any moves yet."

Dana Moger looked up at the time. It was two o'clock in the morning. Her expression was calm. "Laiya will not let go of this opportunity. Just keep an eye on him. He is much more anxious than us."

There was a sound of hurried footsteps. Frank Reagan, who always wore formal attire, changed into casual clothes today and walked quickly into the command center with his youngest son James, who was also not wearing a uniform.

"What's the situation?" The director was slightly out of breath because he walked too fast.

Jubal nodded slightly and said, "We have already identified 65 people, including the four people on duty at the 911 call center and the main station. The patrol officers on night duty are all being monitored by our field team."

Director Reagan's face looked extremely ugly. Although he had been mentally prepared, this number still made him feel dizzy.

These 65 people only refer to the patrolmen who received bribes and helped Leia search for the three missing mafia bosses during the day and night shifts. They do not include their superiors, captains, inspectors and even superintendents.

(End of this chapter)