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

Chapter 1437: Lai Ya's Account Book
"FBI! You're under arrest!"

Wearing baseball caps and jackets with FBI logos, Aubrey and Clay quickly stepped forward and pinned down two NYPD patrolmen who were issuing tickets to vehicles violating traffic rules.

The two patrolmen were so confused that they even forgot to resist. It was not until they were handcuffed that they woke up from their dream and shouted out their injustice.

Taylor, who was jogging behind Jack not far away, quickly took out his camera and captured the scene.

Meanwhile, at NYPD headquarters.

Simmons Patrick looked on with a gloomy face as several detectives were escorted out of the office by FBI agents and Internal Affairs officials in white shirts, and then handcuffed. He felt an unstoppable sweat on his back.

This sudden attack caught him off guard and even made him feel dizzy. When an FBI agent walked towards him, he almost put his hands together and extended them to the other party. Fortunately, the other party just passed him by.

It took Simmons a long time to calm himself down. After confirming that the FBI agents and the Ministry of Internal Affairs had left, he quickly found an empty lounge.

When he took out his cell phone, he realized that his hands were shaking so badly, as if he was back to more than 20 years ago when he first shot at a criminal suspect.

"Sir, something happened. Yes, all of them are ours. I'm not sure if I'm okay for now, but the situation is very bad. Yes, I believe you. Got it, I won't do anything. I'm absolutely loyal, please rest assured. Understood"

After hanging up the phone, Simmons returned to the corridor, made sure no one was paying attention to him, lowered his head and walked quickly into the elevator, pressing the button for the 2nd floor.

"Fusco is the bravest detective I have ever met and a friend worth trusting your life to."

In the large office on the second floor of the police headquarters, Danny was hooking his arm around Detective Doudou's shoulder and boasting loudly to the other detectives about what they had experienced last night.

In fact, most of the time, Detective Danny Reagan is a relatively introverted person. After all, he has a father who is the boss of everyone here. If he does a good job, it is his due. If he does not do a good job, he will be regarded as a troublemaker by others.

Danny, who retired from the army in Marun, has always had a hot temper and can't tolerate any injustice. He has solved many cases over the years, but he has also caused a lot of trouble.

Although his colleagues in the serious crime unit did not stay away from the prince, apart from his former partner Jenny who was pregnant and had a baby, there were not many who were particularly close to him.

It was not until Jack appeared that Danny, who had solved major cases one after another and appeared in front of the media many times, finally established his authority and became the big brother in the eyes of his colleagues.

Although he was grateful to Fusco for taking the bullet for him before, under normal circumstances, Danny would not do such a thing as bragging about his partner.

But there is nothing we can do about it. Someone has already written the script, and we are all now part of the "Play". Either the FBI and NYPD Internal Affairs Department let Simmons Patrick go, or they make Fusco famous.

In Jack's words, if he wants to dig out the real senior figures of "HR", he must raise the status and importance of Detective "Dou Dou" as much as possible.

Fusco's face was about to break from laughter. Although he knew that the scene before him was half true and half false, there was no doubt that he had blocked a bullet for the director's son.

No matter what, he has only merit left for making amends, and Director Reagan will definitely not hold it against him for the minor mistakes he made before.

Unfortunately, his good mood disappeared after he saw Simmons winking at him in the corridor, and this unfortunate undercover mission had to continue.

After making an excuse to leave the office, Fusco walked into the underground parking lot, opened the door of his plainclothes police car and got in. However, the next second, the cold muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his head. "Congratulations, Leonard (Fusco), how does it feel to be promoted step by step by betraying your colleagues?"

A bean-sized bead of sweat rolled down Fusco's forehead. He swallowed hard and forced himself to calm down. "Listen, Simmons, I have never betrayed HR, otherwise I would not have come down to see you.

And you can't come and threaten me without any harm."

Although they had received Jack's reminder before, the two of them even deduced what might happen - of course, it was Jack who made the speculation, and "Dou Dou" was just responsible for acting.

But anyone would be nervous if a gun was pointed at the back of the head, even though he had experienced it once not long ago.

"When you gave me the address of the safe house, weren't you betraying your good partner?" Simmons in the back seat sneered and put away his pistol.

"Don't be scared, I'm just kidding you."

But unexpectedly, Fusco exploded the next second, "Are you kidding? Are you kidding me?"

He turned around, reached over the back of the chair, grabbed Simmons' collar, pulled him close, and spit at him.

"Do you know that I was almost beaten to death last night? If I hadn't been wearing a bulletproof vest, you'd have to go to hell with me if you want to joke with me now."

Because he didn't want to attract attention, even though he was in the car, Fusco still suppressed his voice, but the anger in his eyes was unfaithful.

"I don't understand why you would cooperate with that self-righteous mafia bastard. The FBI told me that he spent a lot of money to hire a group of criminals to keep an eye on the families of all the 'HR' members who had cooperated with him.

Now, in order to reach a reduced charge agreement, he sold the 'HR' list directly to the FBI."

After putting all the blame on Laiia, Fusco angrily let go of Simmons' collar and sat in the driver's seat, breathing heavily, his back already soaked.

Simmons was even more nervous than him when he first heard this, but after a moment he showed a suspicious expression, "It was Laija? But this doesn't make sense, then why are you and I fine?"

Fusco glared at him unhappily. "How should I know? I only contacted you. Maybe he is not smart enough to remember so many names, or maybe the FBI has other information channels."

He paused, a mysterious expression on his face, "But I heard that Lai Ya hid a ledger that recorded all his money flows, including those who received cash."

Simmons' face turned pale, and he subconsciously reached out and pressed Fusco's shoulder, "Are you sure?"

"Not sure." Fusco slapped his hand away. "I've been threatened to work for you, but I've never received a penny. I'm definitely not on that list."

Unexpectedly, Simmons pulled out his gun again and pointed it at his head, saying in a grim tone, "Although HR has been taken down, it is not out of the game yet. Some of the top executives are still there, and the boss is still there.

We are working on a deal behind the scenes, and if it works, it will ensure that most people can land safely, and maybe even keep their pensions."

(End of this chapter)