Chapter 336: "Highly Efficient" US Police, the Burned-Down Knights Bar
New York Police Department.
The American police, who are always good at slacking off, gathered in the conference room as if they were facing a great enemy.
It was obvious.
Sheriff Walker had already notified his police officers in advance, and all of them were waiting for the upcoming challenge, and they had to face the pressure from the Morgan Consortium.
Of course, by understanding the current news, these police officers also understood... Their next task was definitely to find the killer who killed Morgan Jr.
However, compared with Sheriff Walker who was threatened by Morgan Sr., the psychological pressure on these police officers was not that great, and their long-term laziness made it difficult for them to enter the real working state.
......
At this moment.
Sheriff Walker walked out of his office with an indescribably solemn expression on his face, holding several portraits of the murderer in his hands.
Came to the front of the conference room.
Sheriff Walker used magnets to stick the printed portrait of the murderer on the multimedia blackboard, and said solemnly.
"Everyone, we are now facing the biggest challenge since the establishment of the New York Police Department."
"At the request of President Morgan, we must arrest the murderer of Morgan Jr. within three days."
"Otherwise, I'm afraid that everyone present, including me, will be in big trouble."
Hearing this.
A sturdy black police officer sitting in the front showed his white teeth and smiled faintly.
"Sir."
"It's not us who are in trouble, it should be you who are in trouble."
"People like old Morgan won't show any face to us little people. You should work overtime to find the murderer."
"It's already seven o'clock in the evening. Logically, most of us have already reached the end of the get off work time. I think everything should wait until the working hours..."
Before he finished speaking.
Sheriff Walker, who was standing in front of the table, slapped the table hard, interrupted his subsequent words, walked quickly to the front of the black police officer, and yelled in his ear.
"Witt."
"If you want to leave, you can get out of here now."
"But I promise, I promise, tomorrow all your things will be thrown into the trash can at the door of the police station, and there will be no place for you here."
"You sewer bug, do you really think you can easily stay out of the Morgan Consortium and sit in the position you have been waiting for after I step down?"
"Fuck, you are really a son of a bitch."
Walker's ruthless roar and insults made the black police officer named Witt's eyes widen, and his nostrils kept pulling heavy breaths.
But the next second.
Noticing Walker's ferocious expression and bloodshot eyes, he immediately realized that Walker was not joking this time.
As a black man who is good at admitting his weakness and bullying the weak and afraid of the strong, Witt shrugged his shoulders and showed an innocent expression, and turned his performance innocently.
"Sheriff, there's no need to be so angry."
"Just kidding, I was just joking to ease the atmosphere."
"We already have the appearance of the murderer, so it's not a difficult matter to find a few people in New York. Three days is enough, and we can even give an explanation to old Morgan tomorrow."
"Besides, the people who dare to attack young Morgan are most likely those gangsters who are not afraid of death."
"I'll ask my friends in the Blood Gang later, and I guess we can find a close one. Don't be nervous, this is a very easy thing."
Seeing Witt give in.
Walker didn't continue to target him, and in a sense, he also needed his help in the subsequent search for the murderer.
Walker walked back to the multimedia, took a deep breath, pointed to the portrait, and said seriously.
"In the next three days, there will be no three-shift work and no vacation. Everyone in the police station must do their best to find the murderer."
"But I also promise you... As long as you can find these people in time, especially the murderer in charge, I can approve you for half a month of vacation and take you to enjoy the warm sun and beach in California."
"Now... Get to work immediately!"
Speaking of this.
Walker paused for two seconds, then looked at the thin white policeman sitting at the end of the conference room, raised his head and signaled.
"Blake."
"I have sent the appearance of these criminals to our internal platform. You use the database to conduct a detailed screening to determine the specific identities of these people."
"Once the identity is determined, immediately control their families. This is not only the request of old Morgan, but we also need to try to get enough clues and information from their families."
"Blake, your task is very heavy. You will need to use surveillance and other means to try to grasp the whereabouts of several of them later."
For these orders.
The thin white police officer Blake did not have much expression reaction, but simply adjusted his glasses to indicate that he understood the subsequent responsibilities.
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Walker, who knew Black's character, did not say anything more and nodded to show his satisfaction.
He looked at the black police officer Witt who had just argued with him, narrowed his eyes and said without question.
"Witt."
"Send the photos of these people to your friend who hangs out in the Blood Gang now, and call him immediately to ask if he has seen these people."
"Compared to us, your friends who have been hanging out in the neighborhood since childhood know more about the gangsters."
"But remember, you must make sure your friends are trustworthy, not the kind of two-faced people who promise good things here and then turn around to inform on others."
Witt, who had calmed down, was stunned when he heard this, and then hurriedly said.
"Don't worry, Sheriff Walker."
"My friends are close friends who grew up together in the slums. They will definitely not do things that inform on others."
"The punishment that the Blood Gang treats informers is much more severe than you think."
"But, do you really have to ask so anxiously? I think it shouldn't be too difficult to find these people. They haven't been discovered for more than half a year. They must have relaxed their vigilance. There is no need..."
Before he finished speaking.
The black police officer Witt noticed Sheriff Walker's sharp and cold eyes, and then shrugged again, took out his mobile phone and said helplessly.
"I understand, Sir."
"I will send the photos to my friend right now and ask him if he knows these people."
"Turn on the speaker." Walker took over the conversation at the right time and said without question.
"Remember to turn on the speaker."
"I will never allow any cover-up. Everything must give way to the arrest of these criminals."
Witt shook his head helplessly, but he did not dare to go against Walker's current state, and immediately sent the portrait of the criminal to his friend.
He dialed his number, clicked the speaker, and waved to Walker, indicating that he had done as required.
"Beep-beep-beep--"
The waiting time for the call was a bit long.
After dozens of seconds, the call was slowly connected.
Another young and tired voice came from the phone.
"Brother Witt, why did you call suddenly today?"
"Did you run out of leaves in your hand? Then I'll send someone to deliver it to you..."
Before he finished speaking.
Witt immediately interrupted his subsequent words rudely and roared hurriedly.
"Hawk."
"Are you crazy from flying leaves? When did I touch those things?"
"I'm in the police station now. Sheriff Walker is next to me and needs your help. I just sent you photos of a few people. Take a good look at them. Do you recognize them?"
After saying that.
Witt looked at Walker awkwardly, pointed at his phone and pretended to be calm.
"Sheriff Walker."
"Don't listen to his nonsense. He is crazy and talking nonsense. I definitely didn't touch those things."
Walker squinted at the black police officer and pointed at the photo on the multimedia blackboard behind him.
"Witt, I don't care about your shit now."
"I just need to find these people as soon as possible and give President Morgan an explanation."
Witt was as if he had been pardoned. He quickly put the phone to his mouth and growled.
"Hawk."
"Hurry up and show me those photos. If you want to live well later, you'd better give me a suitable answer."
Hawk, who had just finished flying leaves, was obviously awakened by fear and said anxiously and tremblingly.
"Brother Witt, wait a minute, I'll look now."
"I have a good memory. As long as it's someone I know, I will definitely not remember..."
He hasn't finished yet.
Hawk suddenly stopped talking, which made the anxious Witt roar again.
"What's going on?"
"Speak up, brat, do you know such people?"
This roar seemed to bring Hawke back to his senses, and he hurriedly asked in confusion.
"Brother Witt, I know these people."
"If I remember correctly, they seem to be security guards of the Knight Bar in Manhattan, New York."
"Yes, I definitely won't remember it wrong. At the beginning, there was another brother who got into trouble in this bar and was thrown out by these security guards."
"Later, we took people to find the place, but they directly took out guns and pointed them at us, and even removed the safety and loaded the bullets."
"But, Brother Witt...didn't you see the news?"
"Three hours ago, there was a serious gas explosion in the Knight Bar. It seemed that the whole bar was burned to ashes, and it seemed that many people died..."