The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 508

The detective named Danny is a middle-aged man who is over forty, and his hairline has obviously begun to move up. He looks like a veteran. His brows are furrowed when he speaks, and he holds a police card with the NYPD badge in his hand. folder.

"This person's full name is Felton Arthur Ames. He is 33 years old. He has a large number of criminal records for illegally possessing and selling pills. Not long ago, the NYPD's Organized Crime Division destroyed the McBarra family's lair. This guy is above of people either went to jail or died.

Therefore, his status within the McBara family has been rising steadily. However, according to reports, this guy has always been lazy and careless, and is not very convincing. "

"This is a good thing. Most gang members have this kind of virtue, so our life can be easier." Jubal Valentine put another photo on the screen with a note on it, which listed a number of The name of the pile.

"This was discovered by Riker Island prison guards in the cell of a member of the McBarra family. Felton Ames's name was at the bottom, and there were several people alive above. It was obvious that Felton Ames had been in charge. If he goes too far, some people may dissatisfy him.

Now, digging into this guy, as always, all intel has to go through me first, get moving guys, for Bale and Zidan. "

Jack liked this commander with a direct style. He didn't say any nonsense during the whole process. He was very similar to Hotchner when he got into work. The most important thing was that he was not like Hotchner who always kept a straight face and made people laugh. It feels unapproachable.

Hotchner? ? ? ┌(.Д.)┐

"As for Agent Jack Tavole," Jubal Valentine looked at Jack with hesitant eyes. He was probably not sure how his boss was going to arrange this new BAU "big shot."

Fortunately, Dana Moger appeared in the aisle at the back of the big office at this time, and she took over the conversation directly.

"Jack is temporarily partnered with Detective Danny Regan of the NYPD. As a field agent, spending more time on the streets will help him become familiar with the city."

Well, although her arrangement was a bit unusual, with an FBI and an NYPD forming a temporary partner, it was extremely reasonable considering what Rossi had said before.

Considering that she had personally appeared at the scene with the head of the CSI New York Laboratory, it seemed that the so-called joint action project was quite serious.

Under the care of the big BOSS, Jack's entry procedures were extremely simple. A small separate office, perhaps less than ten square meters, was prepared. Jubal Valentine also threw a car key to him. The standard equipment for agents - Saboban.

Jack's original Glock 22 sidearm was fine, but he also brought two spare guns this time. In addition to the FK7.5, the MK24 with the golden anchor LOGO needs to be re-registered.

In addition, he also brought a Noveske N4 from the BAU, which also needed to go through the process. He planned to keep this assault rifle in the Sababan trunk for a long time in case of emergency.

In addition, his driver's license also needs to be updated to New York State, and the administrative department also issued him an additional mobile phone and a new mobile phone number.

The office was not big, with only a desk, a computer, two chairs, and an empty bookshelf, but this was the first time Jack had an independent office.

Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling glass window and looking at the brightly lit night view of Manhattan, he was in a daze for a while. He picked up his new mobile phone and called Mike Taylor of CSI.

The efficiency of the CSI New York laboratory is quite good. They have repaired the memory chip of the mobile phone and just recovered the complete text message content from it.

Jack asked Mike Taylor to send these contents directly to Jubal Valentine, because the latter had requested this before. As a newcomer, it is necessary to be cautious in his words and deeds.

Mr. Jie was a veteran in the workplace in his previous life, and the FBI is also a workplace. He has already had enough limelight today, and if he takes the limelight again, it will be detrimental to integrating into the existing team.

Sure enough, not long after, Danny Regan appeared at the door of his office, leaning against the door frame and tilting his head at Jack, "There is news from CSI, about the mobile phone found at the scene, can you come with us?"

Seeing that he was ready for a big fight, Jack knew it was time to go out, so he picked up the suit he had just taken off and put on the back of the chair, picked up the car keys on the table, and followed him.

Jubal Valentine always stayed in the big office, holding a cup of coffee and looking at a stack of A4 paper in his hand. When he saw the two of them, he threw the printout in his hand on the table and motioned for them to read it by themselves.

"Wayne Pearson is currently the second-in-command in the McBarra family. Apparently Felton stepped on his head to become the boss."

Danny Regan picked up the information on the table and browsed it quickly, and then frowned habitually, "The message he sent to Felton was full of angry curses. It does seem that there is a motive for the crime, but the street gang The fire basically only uses guns, not bombs."

Jubal Valentine seemed to agree with his judgment very much. He pouted noncommittally, "Maybe the situation has escalated and we need to re-integrate the information, but for the time being this is the only possibility."

The next moment the analyst brought up the profile picture of an African-American man on the big screen. Jubal Valentine clapped his hands loudly, attracting the attention of everyone present, "Everyone, listen, we now have a suspect. Wayne Pearson, find him.”

After speaking, he handed Danny Regan a note, "These are his three known strongholds. It's the NYPD's turn to take action."
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"How on earth did you manage to dispatch the police in time in this traffic environment?" Jack complained about the bad traffic in New York while driving under the guidance of Danny Regan.

You must know that not all police calls can sound the siren unscrupulously and rush without any thought. Sometimes, silent police calls are more common. "Don't trust the electronic map too much. There are many alleys in New York that can be passed through. Of course, the premise is to be careful of the homeless people covered with waste cardboard." Danny Regan grinned, and then seemed to suddenly think of something, continued.

"You know Jack, my partner's name is Jackie, Jackie Curatola, we've been working together for three or four years, and she's like the brakes on my damn bad temper. Always watch my back.”

Jack raised his eyebrows, "Then please tell her to reassure her that I am only temporary and not here to steal her bad-tempered partner. Of course, even when she is away, there is no need to worry about her partner's back. .”

Danny Regan was a little embarrassed, "Well, you know that's not what I meant."

"I know, it's just a little joke." Jack followed his gesture and turned into an alley, slowing down the car.

"Are we almost there?"

"Yes, our guys raided three of Wayne's strongholds but failed to catch him. According to his men, he went to a strip club, just in front of 138th Street, named Mexie. There is already a surveillance team watching from across the building."

Danny Regan put down his cell phone, pointed to the alley exit in front, and motioned for Jack to park there.

"So, what does the NYPD usually do? Just rush in and catch him?" Jack said while checking his sidearm. Although these eating guys maintain it every day, as long as he has time before taking action, he will check it again. This has always been a good habit of his.

Danny Regan watched him finish checking his sidearm and checking his backup gun. He was very busy, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Although I usually do this, there were too many people inside today, and the guy and his men were fully armed, so we planned to wait until he came out before taking action."

He hesitated for a moment, as if he always felt that the painting style of the boy in front of him was a little different from the description he had heard before. In the end, he couldn't help but asked curiously.

"I heard that you came from the FBI Behavioral Analysis Division?"

"Ah? That's right. Is there any problem?" Jack was a little confused. Why didn't he look like a BAU psychological profiler?

Danny Regan gasped as if he had a toothache. After all, it was just a new contact. He gave up his plan to find out more and focused on staring at the door of the club in the distance with a sign with the image of a dancer on it.

The two men just squatted in the car and chatted together. After waiting for nearly two hours, they saw a few black guys walking out of the club with a few scantily clad black girls in their arms.

Danny Regan picked up his phone and turned on the speaker, "Is he our target? Can you confirm his identity?"

"Wait a moment, not yet, you need to see his face clearly, stand by." came the reply on the phone.

Jack moved his head forward, and could vaguely see two black figures on the rooftop of a small building opposite the club. After improving his perception, he could notice that one of them was holding a telescope in his hand, which should be the NYPD surveillance team. .

He returned his attention to the door of the club, where a Nissan SUV had been parked before. One of the black guys put the black girl in his arms into the car, walked around the front of the car, came to the door of the cab, opened the door and got in. .

Just as he turned around, Jack and Danny Regan saw this guy's face clearly at the same time.

"it's him."

"Wayne Pearson, that's right."

"Action! Action!"

As soon as Jack stepped on the accelerator, he immediately sounded the siren. At the same time, several NYPD police cars sprang out from unknown corners and surrounded him from all directions.

"I hope it won't happen again"

Before Jack finished speaking, he felt that the damn sixth sense during the day came back again, and the cold air rushed straight to his back. Danny Regan beside him was a little slower than him, and there was an indescribable expression on his face.

"not right"

"Stop the car, there's a problem!" Jack felt his hair stand on end and his scalp was numb. He stepped on the brakes hard. However, before he could shift into reverse gear, there was a loud noise and a ball of flames burst out of the Nissan SUV in front of him. Exploded with a bang.

(End of this chapter)