Chapter 509 Are you changing cars again?

Chapter 509 Are you changing cars again?

"What is this?"

The two men were sitting in the car, covering their heads with cold sweat. The debris that had been blown up into the sky was being pulled back to the surface by the earth's gravity, pounding against the roof of Sababan's car.

Although Jack stopped the car in time, the huge shock wave still smashed the windshield with spiderweb-like cracks.

The other two NYPD police cars were closer, and Danny Regan was heard calling loudly on his cell phone, wanting to confirm if anyone of his own was injured.

Jack stared at all this in a daze, with only one thought in his mind. It had been less than three hours since he got his Suburban. Would Jubal Valentine agree to give him a new one?

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"In less than 12 hours, two explosions, 36 bodies, including two of our own agents, this is a declaration of war!"

When Jack returned to the combat center alone, Dana Moge, whose face turned pale with anger, was furious inside, no longer the calm and elegant temperament she had when they first met.

No wonder she lost such a temper. As an FBI agent who walked out of the New York office back then, Dana Moger, who is now returning home with great ambitions, came here with great ambitions to be the leader.

As a result, it had only been a month since she took office, and she had just finished building the powerful team that she was so proud of. She was being pressed against her face and rubbed on the ground. The suspect was not even a well-known terrorist organization, but probably just some land grabbers. Street gangs.

Yes, this was the conclusion that Jack came to after learning about some of the gang distribution in Clinton District, or "Hell's Kitchen" from Danny Regan on the way back.

At the end of the last century, the NYPD spent a lot of effort to clean up the intricate gang forces there. With the improvement of public security and the development of the city, the geographical advantages here have become more and more prominent. The New York City Planning Department has introduced a large number of gangs. Emerging real estate developers.

As brand-new residential and commercial buildings rise one after another, young white-collar workers and the middle class pour in in large numbers. Old-fashioned apartments with six-story red brick structures like the one Jack saw today have become a minority. One of the few gathering places for African Americans who don't want to leave this place.

All in all, today's "Hell's Kitchen" is no longer "hell". On the contrary, the "kitchen" has become somewhat worthy of the name. Starting from 42nd Street, a lot of restaurants with novel tastes have opened up. This was the first place Jack chose when he first arrived in New York. reason.

The prosperity of the neighborhood means abundant police force. The result is that the arrogant gangs are constantly suppressed with force. Although it is impossible to disappear, keeping a low profile has become their motto.

Even so, the NYPD still plows the area from time to time, not wanting too strong gang forces to appear here. The previous McBarra family became the standout and was severely punished.

Perhaps because of this, this piece of land has become a piece of meat in the eyes of some people, but even Jack doesn't understand why such a radical method as a bomb would be used to simply grab the land.

Since Jack, who had just arrived, could conclude that someone wanted to seize the territory, with the dozens of analysts sitting in the big office, and even Jubal Valentine supported by various intelligence systems connected behind them, he naturally The same conclusion can be drawn.

He did not remain silent because of his immediate boss's outburst. He just waited quietly. When Dana Moge subconsciously restrained her emotions when she saw Jack who had just returned, she slowed down her speech slightly and said,

"The number one and number two figures in the McBarra family have now been killed, and they were cleaned up very cleanly before. This incident does not look like an internal power struggle, but more like other gangs adding insult to injury. Want to seize their territory.

There are only two gangs in Clinton District that are similar in strength to the McBarra family, the 'Bloodhound Gang' and the 'Sex, Money, Murder Gang', and I need their information now. "

Jack found an empty table to lean against and started singing along with Jubal Valentine, "When I came back, I learned from the NYPD that no gang around the Clinton area has such an organization, or that there are enough The capital swallowed up the McBarra family's territory in one go.

The 'Bloodhound Gang' and the 'Sex, Money, Murder Gang' are not qualified. The drug business in the interior is not a capitalless business. New York State is not a border state. DU dealers only need to smuggle drugs in and sell them. You can get enough profit by giving it to those distributors. "

Although someone's previous actions to participate in the CIA failed at the official level, the information Rossi gave him was not in vain. In addition, in order to know himself and the enemy, he also learned from an accountant who once specialized in laundering money for big DU lords. Less interesting "knowledge".

So even though he was watched by so many people, Jack still remained calm and talked. Only those who have no money in their stomachs will have stage fright. Now the knowledge about the DU cartel is burning in his mind, and he is giving a lecture on the spot. No problem.

"I learned about the types and volume of the McBarra family's shipments last year. They purchased heroin and phenolphthalein from multiple channels, ground them separately and mixed them together in a certain proportion. It is then sold for a total cost of no less than $10 million per year.

And their revenue is only 50 million US dollars a year. After deducting the cost of maintaining sales channels and feeding those gang members, tsk, the profit margin is worse than those restaurants in Clinton District with Michelin stars. "

These words caused a burst of low laughter, and even Dana Moger's face became slightly pale, and she stood aside and listened to his analysis with great interest.

"So the person we are looking for is not a local gang, but an outsider, possibly even a force from outside New York City."

Jack shut up after finishing his conclusion. Now that he was not in the BAU group, he could speak freely. He even occasionally stepped over and gave instructions directly to the people below. Hotchner and Rossi would not care.

Jubal Valentine crossed his arms and held his chin with one hand, lowered his head and thought for a while. After quickly digesting Jack's long speech, he began to give orders.

"Request the NYPD to collect the recent information of all street patrol officers at tomorrow morning's morning meeting, focus on the gangs that have entered New York City, especially the Clinton District, in the past three months, contact the Organized Crime Department, and cross-compare the information from both sides. We need to make a list.”

As his order was issued, the combat center became lively again, with the sounds of keyboards and phones mingling together.

"Jack, come to my office." After Dana Moge said that, she turned and left, and the crisp sound of high heels sounded in the corridor.

Jack quickly handed the key to Saboban to Jubal Valentine, clasped his hands in the face of the latter's confused expression, asked him to help him get it done, and then followed.

Dana Moger now calls Jack, in less than a day, from Senior Agent Jack Tavole when they first met, to Agent Jack later, and then to calling him directly just now. name.

Everyone knew what this change in title meant, so even though it was his first time being called into the office by his boss, Jack was as calm as an old dog and didn't panic at all.