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

Chapter 1433 Closing the Net (Part ) (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The NYPD now has a total police force of 3.6, including about 1.5 front-line patrol officers, in addition to more than 4500 auxiliary police and special police forces.

Including those "HR" members in middle and even senior management positions that the FBI had previously found, the total number did not exceed a hundred.

The proportion of a hundred or so black police officers compared to the total police force of the NYPD is not exaggerated.

But just like the American Mafia at its peak had only tens of thousands of people across the country, organized gang corruption is a completely different matter.

It was just these seemingly mere less than a hundred people that made a director like Frank Reagan unable to trust even his own Internal Affairs Department. In order to avoid alerting the enemy, he was even unable to use the ESU special police force of the NYPD.

And these should have been his most trustworthy forces.

Sporadic corruption can be self-purified through various systems and institutions, but systemic corruption is like cancer. By the time you realize something is wrong, the cancer cells may have spread throughout your body and taken root in various important organs.

Therefore, after realizing that the scale of "HR" had exceeded expectations, Director Reagan directly chose to introduce external forces and let the FBI do what they do best.
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The atmosphere in the abandoned art warehouse was a bit depressing at this moment.

Danny and Fusco took turns guarding a small window facing the street, which was opposite the main door into the warehouse area.

After making several phone calls without any results, Moretti II became so angry that he almost smashed his phone. He stayed there for a long time before putting away his phone and pacing around the room.

Griffoni was the oldest of the three. He could no longer bear it at this point and began to snore on the sofa.

Zambrano had been arguing with Danny for a while, but now he seemed to have completely recovered his bossy demeanor, and even had the leisure to stand in front of the pool table and entertain himself.

"It looks like we have guests." Fusco, who had been staring outside, suddenly spoke up.

Danny quickly walked to the small window, and sure enough, he saw several lamp posts from car lights turning into the gate, and a look of shock appeared on his face, "Damn, how did they find this place?"

"How should I know? I'm sure there was no one following us before." Fusco acted along with him, looking innocent.

Before anyone could react, Danny's cell phone rang.

"Hello, Detective Reagan. Although we have never met before, you should be able to guess who I am." The voice on the other end of the phone was gentle and calm.

Danny snorted coldly, a huge weight lifted off his chest, but he remained calm on the surface, "Laria?"

As soon as the name came out, it seemed as if there was some magic. Moretti II subconsciously stopped, and Zambrano in front of the pool table also put down his cue and listened attentively. Only Grifoni was unaware of anything and continued to lie on the sofa snoring loudly.

"Yes, Detective Reagan, are you surprised?" The voice of Lai Ya on the other end of the phone was very friendly, as if he was chatting with a friend. "I always thought that the Reagan family regarded themselves as the guardians of this city. Do you know what you are doing now?"

"To avoid gang warfare, of course, and protect innocent citizens from being affected by you," Danny answered as a matter of course.

"Yes, but what you should do is to protect ordinary people, not devils, right?" Lai Yazhen was like a teacher giving instructions to his students.

"Let me tell you what Zambrano did. He made a living by selling all kinds of illegal drugs and cocaine to students. Grifoni's men controlled the largest illegal gun smuggling channel in New York, and they would sell it to whoever offered the highest price.

And my half brother, who was so sanctimonious, not only controlled the pill business in those nightclubs, but he was also involved in human trafficking and forcing those girls into sex trade.”

Danny was not moved at all, and even sneered, "So? You kill them and then integrate their territories, and these crimes will never happen again?"

Lai Ya seemed to be choked and evaded the question by saying, "At least I can make the entire LCN run efficiently. There will be no more internal strife, and no one will fight for territory, so your work will be easier.

Maybe one day I can do what 'Lucky Boy' Charlie Luciano did and call a national convention to ban LCN from the drug business."

Danny spat on the ground in a very uncivilized manner, "Is this how you teach history to your students in high school?

The American Mafia has never given up the drug business since the decline of the bootlegging business. Luciano's statement of not touching the drug business was not to prohibit his subordinates from drug trafficking, but to avoid involving him. He did not lose a penny of the related profits. "

Even though his rhetoric was exposed, Lai Ya was not angry and continued to say cheerfully, "It seems that you Reagans always like to be the pebble that blocks the wheel of history. In fact, no matter what you do, LCN will become an evolved criminal syndicate under my leadership.

Why can't we just be friends?
Detective Reagan, you have a bright future ahead of you. Maybe one day you will become the chief of the NYPD like your father. There is no need to sacrifice your life for this. Your Reagan family has already sacrificed a son for this city. Think carefully about your wife and children. "

Although the tone was gentle, even a fool could hear the strong threat in Lai Ya's words, and Danny's answer was straightforward, "Then come on."

Seeing Danny hang up the phone, Moretti II breathed a sigh of relief and asked hurriedly, "They will find us soon, call for support."

However, Fusco, who was holding the police walkie-talkie, looked a little dazed, "I can't contact the main station."

"Call your father, he's the chief of NYPD!" Moretti II yelled at Danny with a distorted voice, even waking up the snoring Grifoni. Zambrano also walked over with concern in his eyes.

"It seems like my phone has no signal all of a sudden." Danny slapped his phone hard, looking annoyed.

The others also quickly took out their mobile phones, only to find that there was no signal at all.

Sweat broke out on Fusco's forehead. "Damn it, they must have destroyed the nearby signal tower."

"What should we do now? Do we have time to move?" Zambrano asked quickly.

Danny swallowed and calmed himself before answering, "It's too late, but it's not a big problem. This iron door is specially made, and it won't be opened by anyone from the outside anytime soon.

Only my father knows the location of this safe house. If I don’t contact him before dawn, he will directly send ESU to support us.”

(End of this chapter)