Chapter 649 The Revenge of the Reagan Family (4)

Chapter 649 The Revenge of the Reagan Family (4)

While talking, the two of them arrived at an apartment on the third floor. They saw two bodies lying in the corridor leading to the living room from the entrance. There were pistols in their waists, but they were not drawn out.

Passing through the corridor and passing through the living room, there were two corpses lying against the wall of a room inside. They also had pistols stuck in their waists but they didn't have time to pull them out.

There was still some white powder left on the table in the room. Jack, who had frequently dealt with drug addicts recently, just shrugged his nose and knew what it was.

"The cooperation is quite tacit." Jack asked Danny to stand at the window of the living room, and he stood at the door of the kicked-in room, intending to re-visit the scene.

“First he kicked the door open, then pointed his gun at the other person and shouted, ‘Police, don’t move.’ The two boys who were on guard at the door obediently raised their hands.

Then two other people climbed in through the window in the living room and took the opportunity to sneak in and fired from the side. The line of fire just avoided their teammates, which was very professional. "

After speaking, Jack took a few steps forward and walked to the door of the room. Facing the two deceased people inside, he raised his hands and simulated a shooting posture. "The two drug dealers who were dealing also did not dare to draw their guns. They consciously raised their hands against the wall. , was subsequently executed, and all the cash and drugs from the transaction were taken away.”

He then looked at Danny suspiciously, "Why did you say there were at least four people? Did any surveillance cameras capture anything nearby?"

"Even if there is surveillance in this damn place, it will be completely destroyed." Danny looked unhappy when he said this. It was obvious that he had asked a similar question just now and got a disappointing answer.

"I deduced based on the rules of police action that frontal kicking of the door requires at least two people to ensure that the two bodyguards in the corridor surrender obediently.

There must be at least two people coming in through the window, otherwise it is impossible for the two bodyguards to be shot from the sides. To be on the safe side, the people in the front should also be shot at the same time. "

It seemed to make sense. Jack looked at the traces of white powder dragged out of the long table in the room. At least two large travel bags were placed on it. With such a large transaction volume, the cash used for the transaction was at least tens of millions. .

Even if ten million dollars were all in hundred-yuan bills, the weight would still be over 100 kilograms. It would be really difficult for two people to easily take away the drug together with them.

If there are four people, it is just right. One hand can hold the bag and the other can hold a gun on guard. Or two people can hold things and the other two can guard the front and rear.

"God, please forgive me, Danny, did you send your good partner to ask for the transcript just to find a new love?"

Danny complained to his NYPD detective partner Jackie, and walked into the apartment where the crime occurred with a pen and notebook in his hand. When he saw it was Jack, he smiled and joked with the two of them.

"Don't worry, honey, we are a lifelong couple, of course, only at work." Danny also joked. He sent his partner away just now so that he could have private communication with Jack.

"Are there any witnesses among the neighbors?" He turned to ask his partner.

It was obviously because of this that Jackie complained at the beginning, "Nothing was found. Except for the two people who heard "Police, don't move" next door, no one dared to come out and take a look. When they heard the word "police" in a place like this, Even a cockroach would be so scared that it would turn around and run away.”

"Leave the rest to CSI." Although Jack didn't have high hopes for this, regardless of whether the person who did this was a dirty cop or not, the methods were quite professional and wouldn't leave too many traces.

But there is one thing CSI can still do, and that is to examine the ballistics of the bullets on the corpse.

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The next morning, in Chief Frank Regan's office.

"Yes, I'm Regan. Have you got the results of IBIS (Integrated Ballistic Identification System)? Okay, I understand. Thank you, Mike. Please keep this matter a secret for the time being."

Frank Regan hung up the cell phone in his hand, his brows knitted into a knot, and he pondered for a long time before taking out two cigars from the cigar box on the table, throwing one to Jack, and lighting one for himself.

"The CSI lab says the pistol that fired those bullets came from a cache of confiscated weapons within the NYPD that should have been destroyed long ago."

He exhaled heavily, "To be honest, even I don't know who I should believe."

Jack took the cigar and lit it without saying anything. It was enough to just listen to the words, there was no need to agree with them.

However, it is normal for Frank to feel this way. He was already the police chief when his son Joey had an accident. His eldest son died. Whether it was an accident or not, the NYPD Internal Affairs Department would definitely scrutinize this.

Maybe Frank was negligent in this matter, or maybe he never expected that one of his subordinates would dare to assassinate his son, but he was so experienced that he really couldn't find any clues from the investigation report of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. .

It's easy to think about this kind of thing and get extremely scared. Does this mean that the Internal Affairs Department, which maintains internal discipline in the NYPD, may also have "Blue Templars".

After thinking about it, this seems quite reasonable. If the other party was not someone from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, the news would have spread to Frank, who is the director.

The two men were silent, one was sitting behind the desk, and the other was sitting on the sofa opposite him, puffing away and thinking hard, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Frank's female secretary, Baker, choked on the smoke and coughed as soon as she opened the door. She hurriedly covered her nose and walked quickly to the window. She opened the window first to get some air, and then looked at the two silent people in surprise.

She had met Jack several times and knew his identity, but as Frank's secretary, this was the first time she saw her boss smoking cigars together in the office with such a serious expression.

"What's the matter, Beck?" Frank put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"DEA Director of Operations Dawn wants to see you. He said that he has important information to share with you about the raid on a drug dealer that occurred in Harlem last night." The female secretary replied standing by the window, waiting for the cool autumn breeze. After sweeping away the smoke in the room, he closed the window.

"Let him come in." Frank nodded, and when he saw Jack getting up from the sofa as if he was about to go out for a while, he quickly raised his hand to stop him.

"Since it's about the case last night, Jack, why don't you stay and listen to what important information it is."

Not long after, female secretary Baker led a burly, bald black man in.

"This is Senior Agent Jack Tavole of the FBI. He was also involved in last night's case." Frank took the initiative to introduce the two of them.

"Is this Jack Tavole?" The DEA operations director named Dorn seemed to have heard of Jack, with a slightly surprised look on his face. "The DEA owes you a big favor."

"That's the result of the joint efforts of many departments." Jack was a little modest. Among the three people present, he was the youngest and the least qualified. The Dorn supervisor looked to be in his forties.

The three of them chatted for a while, and the senior official from the DEA showed a slight hesitation on his face. After a little hint, Frank made it clear that he asked Jack to listen, and then he made it clear what his purpose was.

"The situation is probably like this. The murderers most likely have a police background. In last night's massacre, one of the deceased was a secret informant of the DEA. We have reason to suspect that someone obtained this information through him with his police identity. Information about the transaction.”

"Do you have any evidence?" Frank asked calmly.

Director Donn nodded and said, "As we speak, the surveillance recordings are being copied and will be sent to you soon. We have confirmed that the owner of one of the voices is from the NYPD, but we cannot determine who it is. "

"Only one? It's obvious that this must be a gang crime."

Frank then communicated the current situation in detail with Director Dorn, except that he omitted the section about the "Blue Templars". He frankly stated that there was indeed a group of moles within the NYPD. The reason why Jack, the FBI, appeared In his office, it's about that, too.

"How much was the total amount involved in this transaction?" Jack thought of his discussion with Danny last night. Since there were DEA insiders among the dead, they must know the specific circumstances of the transaction.

"Based on previous transaction records and the intelligence we already have, it is estimated that there is about 12 million in cash and pure heroin worth the same amount." Director Dorn pondered for a moment and gave a staggering figure.

"This is a big pension." Frank snorted coldly. If you add in what Danny confirmed before, the case that happened in the South District of Brooklyn last month was also a crime involving gangsters. Those guys were together in less than two days. It made more than $30 million in just one month.