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

Chapter 1438: Detective Doudou's Windfall
Fusco's heart moved, remembering that Jack had mentioned before that the two candidates in the new New York City mayoral election, which would be decided in a few days, were suspected of having something fishy going on. (Chapter 1425)
At that time, he even made a joke, saying that these days, every candidate in an election would have some dark material. Now, after hearing what Simmons said, he was surprised to find that it matched Jack's previous guess.

Fusco was so thoughtful that he didn't ask any more questions. Instead, he pushed away the gun that Simmons was pointing at his head with great displeasure, "Since you all have such powerful friends, why are you still targeting me?"

Simmons put away his gun. Although his tone was still threatening, it was no longer as aggressive as before and had turned into a threat.

“Because we cannot let the FBI get any evidence, such as the account book you mentioned. Otherwise, not only the remaining senior executives, me, my boss, but also you, no one will be able to escape.

May I kindly remind you of something? Have you forgotten Oyster Bay?"

Of course Fusco remembered Oyster Bay, which was the token of his loyalty that Jack had given him. A certain forest near the beach was now almost becoming the burial ground for serial murders.

"Think about it, Lionel (Fusco), we are in the same group, you are as desperate to get rid of these messes as we are, when it comes to the critical moment, who is your most reliable back?
Is it your good partner who has a father who is a director, or is it me? "

Seeing the fish taking the bait, Fusco felt relieved and leaned his head heavily on the headrest of the seat, "Okay, okay, I'll check the account book.

But this is the last time. Don't bother me in the future. I don't want your money. After this, no one owes anyone anything."

"No problem, it's a deal." Simmons was very straightforward. Seeing Fusco agreed, he opened the car door and got out. He leaned sideways until he was out of the range of the rearview mirror. He didn't want the other party to see his sweat-soaked back.

Fusco was not much better than him. He breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that the guy disappeared. He was about to take out his cell phone to send a message to Jack, but unexpectedly, Simmons' ugly face appeared outside the car window again the next moment.

"What are you doing?"

Fusco was frightened and subconsciously reached for the gun at his waist.

Simmons tapped the car window, signaling him to lower the glass, and threw a manila envelope into the cab.

"I said I don't want your money." Fusco felt something was wrong as soon as he said this. The things in the envelope were too light. If it was US dollars, it would probably be at most a few hundred dollars. This guy wouldn't use such a small amount of money to get rid of him.

"Open it and take a look." Simmons leaned against the car door and raised his eyebrows at him proudly.

Fusco opened the envelope in confusion, and what caught his eye was a photo of a slender and beautiful woman. Below the photo were two bearer bonds, each worth $100,000.

"You said you don't want money, but there's no need to refuse this. Just think of it as a breakup fee for leaving HR." Simmons suppressed the pain and pretended to be generous.

Fusco looked at him as if he were a madman. "At this time, you still have the mind to do this kind of thing?"

"The reward is very generous, and this is just the deposit. A rich man got into some trouble and wants to get out of it. The requirement is to kill this woman. I will find someone to do the job. You just need to help cover it up in the serious crime squad afterwards."

Simmons even sighed hypocritically, "It's not without benefits to have fewer people sharing the money. The pay for this job is generous enough for us to leave the country afterwards."
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Half a day later, in the small building where the wanted criminal team’s base was located.

"Two hundred thousand dollars as a deposit?" Jack was a little confused when he heard the number. "Are you sure the money is okay?"

"I asked someone to check it out. Both bonds are real and can be exchanged for cash at any time." Fusco was even more confused than him. "What is this? Hush money?"

Jack took the photo that Fusco handed him, and when he looked at it carefully, he almost couldn't help laughing out loud.

Who else could this iconic big eyes and straight nose belong to but "Genmei"? Not long ago, she was the mastermind behind the assassination of New York City Councilman Mike DeLancey and had a brief fight with Finch.

As a result, Finch's computer system was infected by a worm virus and paralyzed, and the vest was also lost.

Later, although the "POIs" managed to turn the tables with Jack's participation and cleared the innocent Powell of the charges, Finch was unable to find any clues about the other party. In the end, "Root Girl" revealed her online name "Root".

Seeing her photo at this moment, Jack took out his cell phone and called Finch, "Let me guess, you got a new number, and it's a beautiful woman."

Finch on the other end of the phone was visibly stunned. "How did you know?"

"Because our Detective Fusco just received a commission for a murder. Someone paid a large deposit to commission 'HR' to kill a woman.

Perhaps to make the detective feel at ease working for them, or perhaps for some other purpose, Simmons transferred the 20 deposit directly to Fusco. "

Jack took a picture of the photo with his phone, forwarded it, and continued, "I think your 'machine' will not let go of such an obvious premeditated murder."

Finch on the other end of the phone paused for a moment, probably receiving a message, and then replied, "It's her, Caroline Turing. There's not much information about her online, and I'm still collecting it.

Thank you for the information, Jack, now we at least know what the threat is to her."

Jack smiled strangely over the phone, "The last name Turing is not common. I only remember Alan Turing, the British mathematician who is known as the father of computers."

Finch obviously didn't get his hint, and explained as usual, "I think there should be no connection between the two. According to the information I have found so far, Ms. Caroline Turing was born in Texas and is the descendant of a farmer.

Her profession is somewhat relevant to you, Jack, she is a psychiatrist."

Jack thought for a long time and didn't know how to remind him. After thinking about it, he decided to give up. There were too many issues involved in this matter, and it might even be the key to whether the "machine", an artificial intelligence, could escape from its predicament in the future.

Finch has hidden too many secrets, and it's not a good idea to continue like this. Letting "Root" out to stir things up might lead to some unexpected developments.

Anyway, Jack has prepared all the emergency measures. Although "Genmei" is a little crazy and acts unscrupulously, she is not that bad in nature and is the type that can be saved.

The last fight was a test of some kind, and strictly speaking it did not lead to any irreversible bad consequences. But this time, "Genmei" has joined the game herself, and Jack has roughly guessed what her purpose is.

For the "root sister" who regards the "machine" as a kind of electronic life, Finch, as its creator, can be regarded as the father of the "machine" in a sense. Therefore, she should not hurt Finch anyway, so Jack is not worried about it.

But at the end of the call he still reminded me, "Finch, because of the crackdown on HR, I will probably be very busy these days, so I will not be involved in this number. Please contact me in time if you have any questions.

Also, if you are going out on a mission again, please remember to bring the little gift I gave you."

"Thank you for your concern." Finch paused suddenly, then continued hesitantly, "In fact, we received two numbers this time.

The other number also belongs to a beautiful lady, who Mr. Reese considers to be a higher risk and intends to bring her directly to you."

Jack was confused. Although the small building in the base could not be considered as their last insurance, unless it was an emergency, Reese would not normally bring people with unknown conditions here.

After all, this is the FBI's secret base. If it is easily exposed to ordinary people, it would be easy for someone with ulterior motives to link the mysterious "man in a suit" with the FBI.

Finch did not explain the specific reason, but only said that Reese was on the way with his men, so Jack did not continue to ask.

Although he was a little confused, he still trusted the "POI" duo. Knowing that they would not do anything stupid, he turned around and went into the kitchen to get busy.

Because he was busy dealing with Lai Ya and the five major New York Mafia families during this period, the stock he had prepared in the refrigerator had been used up, and there were only a few packs of dumplings left in the freezer.

Seeing Detective "Dou Dou" chewing the bag of pumpkin seeds with relish, with a pitiful look as if he didn't even want to let go of the pumpkin seed shells, Jack boiled some water and cooked the last bag of dumplings to fill his stomach, and then began to show his skills.

When Reese came with a beautiful girl, a lobster with a rich aroma of cheese and garlic had just come out of the pot.

"Taylor? Why is it you?"

Jack, who was walking out of the kitchen with a plate, was also a little surprised when he saw Taylor Kelly following behind Reese.

The female reporter, who was originally a little nervous, suddenly lost all the nervousness on her face after seeing Jack, and seamlessly switched to a look of excitement.

Taylor had met Reese and Finch before when he sent little Lila to Pennsylvania, but Jack didn't give them a detailed introduction at the time.

The reporter was a smart person. Although she said that she was investigating the latest urban legend "The Man in a Suit" and guessed something afterwards, she did not do anything annoying like pestering or asking questions.

"Mr. Reese said I might be in danger, and then brought me here." Taylor came close to Jack, blinking his big eyes, with an obedient look that said, "If you don't tell me, I won't ask. Are you very sensible?"

Jack placed the plate steadily on the dining table and turned to ask Reese, "Is she the other number Finch mentioned?"

Although the man still had an expressionless and cold face, he could not hide the smile in his eyes. "So I sent Ms. Kelly to you for protection. I suspect this is related to your previous request for her to investigate the recent mayoral election."

Jack looked at Taylor helplessly, "Have you found the mysterious broker hiding behind the two candidates?"

Taylor's eyes flickered, and she carefully hugged Jack's arm and started to act coquettishly, "Ever since City Councilman Mike DeLancey was assassinated, his replacement Ed Griffin was very popular. Polls show that his support rate far exceeds that of Landon Walker, who was a former district attorney.

So I tentatively threw out the information you gave me earlier, and deliberately mentioned in today's follow-up report on Leah that some of his dirty money entered Griffin's campaign account through some unknown means."

Jack couldn't help but frowned when he heard her say that. He revealed to Taylor at that time that part of Lai Ya's funds went into the campaign fund accounts of the two candidates, Griffin and Walker, in the form of a double bet.

He didn't doubt that Taylor was deliberately making biased reports, so the answer was obvious: this girl was luring the snake out of its hole.

"Both mayoral candidates have bad records. You deliberately only reported on one of them. In fact, you are sending a signal to the person behind the scenes that you know more and are just waiting for the right price."

After saying that, he flicked the girl's forehead with his finger and said, "You knew the danger of doing this. You should have discussed it with me in advance."

"I didn't intend to hide it from you." Taylor pouted her red lips in grievance. "I wanted to tell you as soon as I found the suspect, but before I had time to call you, the cool man in a suit came to me."

She also emphasized the three words "man in a suit" with a hint of meaning.

Jack sighed and glanced at Reese who was fighting with Fusco for lobster meat. How could this be cool?
Taking out a pen and tearing off a piece of notepaper, Jack wrote a name on it, folded it and handed it to Taylor, "Let's play a little game. If the suspect you find is the person on the paper, you win.

The reward is that you must stay by my side and accept my protection during this period of time."

Hearing this, Reese and Fusco, who were eating heartily at the table, paused and exchanged strange looks. Suddenly, they felt as if they were full.

"Quinn Alonzo."

After Taylor said the name, he couldn't wait to open the note, and sure enough, it was exactly the same as what was written on it.

"Who is this guy?" Fusco picked up the cup and took a sip of water, which allowed him to swallow the lobster meat that was stuck in his throat.

Taylor's face was flushed with excitement, and no one knew what he was happy about. Hearing this, he helped explain, "Alonzo is Griffin's campaign manager and a professional broker.

He came to me in the afternoon and frankly told me that Griffin had completely lost his chance after my report came out. He even kindly warned me to be careful of retaliation from Griffin, saying that guy had spread the word to mess with me.

Reese frowned, not understanding her judgment. "He is trying to show his goodwill to you because you are the uncrowned king and he is a political broker. In theory, you are both potential collaborators who depend on those politicians. This behavior seems understandable and justifiable."

(End of this chapter)