Chapter 942: NYPD vs DEA

Luke: "nypd."

This is the family that must be reported. Although he reversed the order of putting a gun to the head and reporting the family, he still reported the family after all.

The middle-aged man caught by him was obviously stunned: "nypd?"

Luke: "Tell me, who is inside?"

The middle-aged man suddenly said loudly: "dea! We are dea's agents. My ID is in my chest pocket. You can take a look."

The voices in room 6b were suddenly quiet, Luke frowned, the gun was still on the back of his head, he released his left hand holding the man's neck, touched his chest a few times, and found a police badge.

With just a glance, he knew that it shouldn't be fake.

But whether these "dea agents" are true or not is unknown.

Or, if they were really detectives, it would be more troublesome.

The middle-aged man who was held by him with the gun felt his neck loosened, and immediately said: "We are on a secret arrest mission, I am Brass Bolton, and inside is my colleague."

It was still very loud.

Luke narrowed his eyes, vaguely understanding what was going on in his heart.

With Brass Bolton's voice, someone in the room finally said, "We are from dea, who is outside? Brass."

Brass hurriedly called: "It's a policeman from nypd."

And just as he spoke, Luke had withdrawn his gun and returned to the position at the entrance of the stairs.

He couldn't trust the dea agents in the room at all.

A man finally stuck his head out of the door and glanced outside quickly.

After confirming that there was only Brass at the door, he quickly stuck his head out again and looked at Luke: "Man, what are you doing? It's not good to point a gun at a colleague."

Luke smiled, but his expression didn't change: "Sorry, I received a notice of a fierce shootout here, but you didn't show your police badge."

Having said that, the muzzle in his hand was still aimed at 6b's door.

The other party's expression was obviously not very good-looking.

Luke was more aware of the panic under the seemingly calm appearance of the man who spoke at the door, and someone behind him was quietly explaining how to deal with his words.

The movement in the room grew louder again.

After Luke finished speaking, he walked a little further down the stairs, hiding most of his body under the ground level.

Then he took out his phone and dialed the information center at the headquarters.

Luke reported his identity and police number and explained the situation here. The headquarters said that the patrol police would arrive in five minutes at most.

There was constant movement in room 6b, and Luke's keen hearing and brain response were constantly grasping the information in the other party's sporadic language.

"What about this thing?"

"Mckey, wait for you to take it out. If it is found, it is said to be a seized illegal drug."

"What about here? How do you explain the child's corpse?"

"think it yourself."

"what?"

...

It was said to be five minutes, but it turned out that it was fifteen minutes before the two police patrol cars arrived downstairs.

Luke showed his badge to the four nypd patrol officers who went upstairs to show his identity, and then told them about the situation over there before taking them to the door of 6b's room.

The patrolmen stood on both sides, holding guns in their hands, and began to shout loudly: "nypd, the people inside listen, put down their weapons and come out and show their documents, otherwise we have reason to maintain reasonable suspicion of you."

It was quiet for a while inside, and finally four people came out one after another.

They don't really have guns in their hands, but they just put them back in their holsters, and everyone has a dea badge on them or on their hands.

A winged eagle stands on the badge of the octagonal set of circles, which can be distinguished from the badge of the nypd at a glance.

The patrolman stepped forward one by one, checked the police badges one by one, and nodded to Luke.

Luke was not surprised.

The identities of these dea agents are real, but they are the only ones who know what they are doing here.

Luke almost knew it,

But there are some things you can't accuse without hard evidence.

Taking advantage of the patrolman's communication with several dea agents, he stepped into the room.

There was the body of a short, fat man lying near the door, but the six bullet holes on his back and a long bloodstain formed by crawling behind him were very wrong.

Avoiding all the blood, he took two steps in, where a young girl was also shot in the back at the end of the passage on the right.

Luke looked silent, took two steps, and looked at the bathroom with the open door on the right.

A woman was soaking in a bathtub with headphones on. There was a big hole in her chest. The water in the bathtub had been turned red by blood, and a large red water stain was dripping from the ground.

Luke sneered in his heart: A woman listening to headphones in the bathtub needs to shoot her chest with a shotgun? sat is not so rude in the face of empty cloth elements.

After taking a few glances, he took a few more steps, and another corpse appeared at an intersection.

Luke's face darkened.

This is a little boy, at most four or five years old, who has been shot in the chest and breathless.

Except for the man at the door, the three people who died here were all unarmed women and children.

These dea are crazy!

After a short pause, judging the direction of the bullet that hit the little boy, he walked into another room.

This room is a mess, there are bullet holes everywhere, and it's not caused by a gun.

This should be the location mentioned by the police call, where the fierce exchange of fire occurred.

There was the corpse of a man in a plaid shirt lying at the door. The smell on his body showed that he had a lot of contact with several other people. This should be the people from the dea group.

The deceased in the room were just these five people.

It should be the man who died at the door, the mistress in the bathtub, the young girl and the little boy are the children of the family.

Scanning the room, his eyes fell on a picture frame.

It was a group photo of a dead young girl and a little boy, but in the lower center, there was a photo silhouette pasted there.

It was an eleven or twelve year old girl.

When Luke looked at the situation in the room, a middle-aged man in a beige suit was also looking at him with a smile on his face: "Detective, this is our case."

Luke's eyes fell on him, this time he didn't even have a polite smile on his face, he just said lightly: "Two minors have died here, your dea's way of handling the case is to make an empty cloth attack. Or the Holocaust?"

The man in the suit's expression changed: "What do you think traffickers are? A devout believer, is it enough to pray in the church every day? They will take out a gun at any time and kill you."

He raised his finger and pointed at the corpse of the man in the flower shirt at the door, and roared: "My buddy has only died, so you're making sarcastic remarks? Oh, by the way, did you see that, that dead fat man also broke the new building of labor and management. Suit!" He gestured to his left shoulder.

There was indeed a shot there.

However, Luke could see that this shot was not completely solid, but was just brushed by one or two projectiles, otherwise the guy's left arm would have been unable to move.

He nodded: "Just be happy." Then he turned around and left.