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

Chapter 1441 There are always more solutions than difficulties

Dana Moger thought she had a good understanding of her subordinate Jack.

In the era when the Federation was still a beacon, although materialism was rampant and gangs were rampant, there was also a group of brave and fearless old-school law enforcers who stood up.

They overthrew the American Mafia and sent many of its leaders to prison. They fought head-on with Latin American drug dealers with real guns and took huge risks to send those big drug lords back to their countries for trial.

Although they are made of flesh and blood, they have willpower and courage far beyond that of ordinary people, just like the firefighters and NYPD police officers who rushed into the ruins without hesitation during 911.

However, it is this flesh and blood body that makes these mortal heroes unable to resist the erosion of time, and they gradually disappear like the collapsed Twin Towers.

Those tough guys who used to hold a cigar in their mouths, a beauty in one hand and a revolver in the other, are now considered "heroes" if they can sleep all night without getting up and even without wearing diapers.

In comparison, those firefighters who died early because they inhaled too much harmful dust in the ruins, suffered from various cancers and were abandoned by the federal government were considered "lucky".

Personal heroism also has its period of transition, just like the Hollywood big screen is now filled with all kinds of monsters and demons of unknown gender.

For people like Dana Moger who experienced that golden age firsthand, they saw the shadow of that kind of person in Jack.

The same outstanding abilities, the same bravery, the same disregard for rules, and even the little quirk of lust is exactly the same.

So even if Jack didn't say anything, but just showed that expression, Dana Moger knew what this guy was planning.

"You'd better not even think about that kind of thing," the female boss warned.

"I didn't think anything of it," Jack denied firmly.

Frank Reagan also looked at Jack helplessly, "If that's the method used, I won't agree to participate in the special election."

"Okay, okay, I got it. I promise I won't kill them on purpose unless someone points a gun at me. Is that okay?" Jack raised his hands in surrender.

Do you understand what it means to focus on actions rather than the heart? Eastern philosophy is indeed the pragmatic one.

But since these two have expressed their opinions, Jack cannot act on his own. Fortunately, the goal is now clear and he is no longer in a blind position like before.

What did the old saying say? As long as your thinking doesn't slip, there are always more solutions than problems, right?
That night, the light in Frank Reagan's study was on for half the night. In matters like this, neither the female boss nor the director could just sit back and do nothing.

By the time Jack drove Dana Moger back to the Federal Building and continued to drive back to the base building with Taylor, the distant skyline of Manhattan Island was already faintly lit.

The female reporter, who was originally exhausted, suddenly became energetic again. She twirled a strand of long hair on her temple with her fingers and looked at someone who was driving seriously with a smile.

"So, I have to stay at your place for the next few days?"

However, Jack's words froze her smile, "During this time, Hannah and Jiejie will take turns staying here to be responsible for your safety."

Although someone's reputation in some aspects is not very satisfactory now, he still needs to pay attention to the things that he should pay attention to. It is not easy to maintain the status quo, and there is no need to always jump back and forth on the line of death.

After sending Taylor back to the base building to rest, Jack simply washed up and waited for Jiejie and Hannah to come, then he set off alone to the NYPD headquarters. "What is this?" In the underground parking lot, Fusco opened the small notebook handed to him by Jack in confusion.

The notebook records a series of abbreviated names, each followed by a series of numbers and a $ representing US dollars, some more and some less.

The amount behind some of the names is only ten or twenty thousand yuan, while the total amount behind the most names ranges from hundreds of thousands to millions.

Soon Fusco found the names of Simmons Patrick, Landon Walker, and even his former partner, Stiles, who was probably rotting away in Oyster Bay.

Detective Doudou suddenly realized, "Is this Lai Ya's account book?"

"I have the original, and this is a photocopy." Jack motioned for him to put the things away, "Make a fake one based on the contents inside. I need you to find a suitable place to hide it, and then have someone find it."

"Luring the snake out of its hole?" Fusco said he was familiar with this kind of thing, as he had been tricked and coaxed into doing it by these guys before.

"You are using someone else's knife to kill someone. Remember to find a suitable reason and pay attention to your own safety. Now that HR is no longer powerful, the gangs that were blackmailed by them before don't mind taking advantage of their misfortune and taking revenge on those guys who once rode on their heads and bullied them."

Jack reminded that previously, the heads of the five major American Mafia families were killed by Leia and "HR" including 3+1 (old Moretti was a bonus), Zambrano was sent to prison by the FBI, and now only the old and confused Grifoni is left.

It seems that there is nothing wrong with saying that there is no leader, but this also means that there are many people who want to take the position.

The biggest difference between organized gangs and street gangs is that they have some rules when fighting among themselves. Using a Chicago typewriter to shoot opponents in the street was a practice of the last century. No one dares to do that now.

If you want to get to the top, you have to win the support of the people. Now that Lai Ya has been temporarily sent to the IRS tax prison for protection, the only enemy left for the Mafia is "HR".

Although many senior "HR" executives have been arrested, there are always some who slip through the net, and the identity of the boss who has been hiding behind the scenes is still a secret.

If we can't deal with the main culprit Lai Ya, it would be a big achievement to get rid of the senior executives of "HR" or even the boss behind the scenes. There should be many people who will be tempted to take action.

Jack thought about it and decided that killing someone with a borrowed knife was the safest way he could think of.

"Remember the confidant of Leah that we captured earlier? I will arrange for him to be transferred to another prison. You can act according to the situation and use him to spread the news."

"The scarred face?" Fusco said he had some impression of him, and couldn't help but reveal a look of anticipation, "I know what to do. Now that this matter is over, my undercover mission will be completed."

"How about having Director Reagan personally award you the medal later?" Jack made a promise to him.

After saying goodbye to Fusco, Jack rushed to the Federal Building without stopping. After arranging everything, he had time to find a monitor in the operations center for Alice to play real-time news on it.

The news channel is reporting the latest "fundraising scandal" with the title "Breaking News". Ed Griffin, one of the popular mayoral candidates, is anxiously stating that he has no knowledge of a certain sum of funds.

And in order to prove his innocence, he was willing to donate the questionable funds to charity.

(End of this chapter)