Chapter 610 Fated Frank (Fourth, Please Subscribe!!!)

This morning.

When The Hague sent the anti-human Nick Fury clone to hell, a bloody tragedy happened in a park in New York at the same time.

When the detective in charge of the case, Jim House, rushed to the scene, he saw lying on the ground in an instant, an adult woman and a boy and a girl who had just been pulled up from a small pit. corpse.

The ambulance not far away was carrying a survivor who had been shot in the chest and neck, but was still breathing, to the ambulance.

"The name of the deceased is Maria Castor. The surviving one is Frank Castor. The two children are their children."

A police officer held a small notebook, looked at the text recorded on it, and reported to Jim House truthfully: "Fifteen minutes ago, when a couple was planning to come here for dinner, they walked here At that time, the dog they brought seemed to smell something, and led them to find the small pit where the corpse was slightly buried. Afterwards, the half-dead couple, who were frightened to death, immediately called 911 after recovering from their senses. .”

People in the East may not have this habit, but in the West, on weekends, many families still like to come out to the park to enjoy the scenery and have dinner together.

"Sir!"

A police officer who was searching the grove not far away shouted loudly, indicating that there was a discovery here, and immediately waved his hand after seeing Jim House and others looking over.

after awhile.

In a corner of the grove, several gangster corpses that also felt warm were pulled out by the police.

"Yakuza!"

A police officer looked at the corpses with oriental faces and the tattoos on their arms. After looking at all the corpses that had been pulled out, he said to Jim House: "These are all people who are active around the world. Yakuza over there on the fifteenth block."

Yakuza.

The Japanese gangsters mean that in New York, let alone the Japanese Yakuza, even the Italian Mafia and Mexican illegal drug criminals, as long as they exist in the whole world, New York has them.

Basically, out of an average of 100 cases in New York, there are about 60 cases that are more or less connected to these organized crimes.

"Gang vendetta?"

"should be."

"Notify someone from the Organized Crime Bureau to come over."

"Hand over the case?"

"..."

Jim House glanced at the police officer who was screaming, pointed to the ambulance going outside, and then pointed to the several Yakuzas that were pulled out on the ground: "These people are handed over to the organized Criminal Investigation Division, what about the case outside, what is the name of the case?"

The police officer who was briefing said: "Frank Castor, according to the records in the system, this person is... Tony Stark's personal trainer."

Jim House looked at the police officer: "What?"

The police officer looked at the information in the system, and repeated: "Frank Custer, the former captain of the Navy Seals, was hired by Tony Stark as a personal trainer with an annual salary of one million after retiring from the army..."

"wait."

Jim House felt as if he heard something terrible, and directly interrupted the police officer: "You mean, he used to be in the Navy Seals?"

The police officer nodded: "Yes."

Jim House's face changed, and he looked at the police officer who said he was going to hand over the case to the Organized Crime Investigation Section, and said directly: "Pack the case to the Organized Crime Investigation Section."

Good guy.

He is also the personal trainer of Tony Stark, the chairman of Stark Industries.

Another former comrade-in-arms of Deputy Homeland Security Secretary Lake Edwin.

The two most influential figures in New York City packed up directly?

Can't afford it.

Jim House said directly: "Report this case to the General Administration and see if any of the three major detectives of the General Administration are interested. After cleaning up the scene, go back and hand over the case."

The police officer who was in charge of the briefing just walked out of the campus frowned slightly: "Sir."

Jim House smiled and patted the police officer on the shoulder: "You know, what is the most important thing to be a good law enforcement officer in New York City?"

The police officer thought of what their idols said in those days: "I am irreconcilable with evil!"

"Ha ha!"

Jim House and several other old fritters looked at each other and laughed instantly.

quite a while.

Inspector Jim House nodded, pursed his lips, and looked at the young police officer: "This sentence is also correct, but, to be able to say this sentence, at least the three chief inspectors of the General Administration must start Yes, for us police officers in the sub-bureau, if we want to be a good law enforcement officer, we must know what kind of cases can be accepted, and what kind of cases can be pushed away.”

The young police officer suffered a huge psychological shock at this moment.

soon.

The case here was reported to the New York Police Department.

The three chief detectives were in their offices, looking at the vicious case passed on this time, and looked at each other in blank dismay.

Not long ago, the newly promoted detective who had just succeeded in filling his seat knew well who was involved in his predecessor's resignation, so he directly raised his hand to express that he still had two cases on hand, so he was sorry.

George and Beckett blinked as they watched the new detective drift away.

Beckett turned to look at George: "It's yours?"

George shook his head like a rattle: "I'm not interested, find an excuse and kick it directly to the Department of Homeland Security."

Beckett flipped through the preliminary report on the scene and the preliminary investigation results, and shook his head: "Basically, it can be concluded that this is a gangster vendetta. The Custer family may have witnessed the gangster vendetta scene and was unfortunately involved in it. Does gang vendetta have anything to do with homeland security?"

George said sternly: "It will matter if Yakuza smuggles Ivan."

Beckett was silent for a while, then exchanged glances with George, both of them sighed.

no doubt.

Neither of them wanted to take this case, not because they were afraid of anyone, but because the case was not well handled and the movement was too loud, George and Beckett always felt that the New York Police Department was going to take the blame again.

The director has spoken, and personal feelings belong to personal feelings. This is the New York Police Department, not the police department under the Department of Homeland Security.

What?

Is this true?

In short, regardless of whether this is true or not, it is just a sentence. At the very least, people in New York City should not feel that their New York Police Department has become a certain unit under Homeland Security.

after all……

Who made Homeland Security and the Super Investigation Bureau absorb the most police officers from the NYPD system? They come from the same family. No matter what small actions the Homeland Security or Super Investigation Bureau has in New York, they will directly send the New York Police Department to the police department. Pulling up to block the road without complaint, they have directly turned from the overlord of New York to the little transparency of New York.

Beckett thought for a while, rolled his eyes, and looked at George: "I remembered, Kassel invited me to see the wedding..."

George interrupted directly: "Don't let me take the blame alone."

Beckett: "..."

want to run?

dream.

If the director gets angry, don't run away if you have the ability.

New Amsterdam Hospital.

George and Beckett planned to come to the hospital to see the only survivor first, to see if they could extract any information from it, and then decide whether to tell Lake.

As soon as you enter the door.

George and Beckett looked at Lake, who had undergone emergency surgery and was wrapped up beside a mummy-like hospital bed, where he was peeling an apple with a knife, and glanced at each other again.

"You told him?"

"I swear to God I didn't."

"That's what your man told him. After all, your man and he are neighbors."

"...Does this guy live in New York for ten days this year? Every week, Skye comes back from school to stay one day and leads the housekeeping staff to clean the house. Moreover, Cassel is still holding a new book launch in Los Angeles. Woolen cloth."

"So you still lied to me and didn't ask you to see the wedding venue at all."

"..."

Listening to the two friends who were plotting loudly at the door and completely treating themselves as air, Lake frowned, turned around, and looked at George and Beckett speechlessly: "By the way, since when did you see me as if you saw a tiger?" gone?"

George and Beckett looked back at Lake.

"It started when our director got angry."

"Don't use the police officers of the branch as a human wall anymore. Taxpayers have protested. They give money to protect their safety, not to give money to let the police officers be the younger brothers of other law enforcement agencies."

Lake chuckled: "Taxpayers, the protest of a group of homeless people on subsistence allowances can also be called a protest. Besides, the taxpayers paid for it, but you didn't protect them well."

talking.

Lake pointed to the mummy-like Frank Castor wrapped on the hospital bed and said to George and Beckett, "Look, the real taxpayer is here."

George spread his hands: "Beckett and I don't mind if you take over this case. If you give me any evidence, just say that he is your informant. The Department of Homeland Security has taken over. I promise I have no objection."

Lake was expressionless: "Do you think I'm the kind of person who will perjure?"

George looked around, making sure that there was no one there, and looked at Lake: "Are you telling the truth?"

Lake looked at George's sneaky movements, and Beckett who was holding back a smile, his trigeminal nerve was throbbing, and he shook his head angrily: "I just came here to see my good friend, if this case proves to be related to Homeland Security Related, Homeland Security will accept it according to the process, if not, then it’s yours, don’t care about my attitude?”

Beckett looked at Lake suspiciously: "Really?"

George also asked next to him, "Are you sure?"

Lake took a deep breath, since when did his reputation become so bad: "Do you want me to write you a letter of guarantee or something, to guarantee that during the process of your case, I will not call you every ten minutes to ask about your progress?" , let alone retaliate against the two of you after you close the case, thinking that you caught the wrong person or didn’t catch the person?”

George and Beckett looked at each other, looked at Lake, and nodded: "Okay, you write."

Lake: "..."