The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 557 Imperfect ending and follow-up

Since he couldn't stop him, Jack didn't bother to persuade him. He would only do something more sinister. Of course, he also had a more subtle method of torture.

But this case is led by the NYPD, and it's hard for him to dominate the case. What's more, Danny is right, the little girl's life is more important.

As for the conviction, that will only happen after the person is rescued. If things go wrong and he dies unexpectedly, it is impossible to let this kind of thing cause trouble again.

"Gulu gulu."

"where is she?"

"go to hell!"

"Gulu gulu."

"Last chance, tell me where she is? Tell me!"

"I have no idea!"

"I have no idea I have no idea!"

"Gulu gulu."

"Stop! I'm going to die!"

"Gulu gulu."

Ten minutes later, Danny opened the door with Donald Bence, who was bruised and swollen and his head covered with water.

Jack subconsciously took half a step back and looked at this guy who had drank enough toilet water with disgust. Not to mention that this was a cheap long-term rental hotel in the United States, even if it had been cleaned by the cleaners with the "artisan spirit" of the island country. The toilet still makes him feel sick.

"Did he say that?"

"Of course, it's in a rental warehouse nearby. Guess what name he uses? Monsignor Nicholas." Danny angrily pushed the guy and told him to go faster.

"Uh, patron saint of children? How ironic." Jack now knows a lot of common sense about European and American culture. Saint Nicholas is the prototype of Santa Claus and is regarded by Europeans as the patron saint of children and women.

The tradition of sweeping chimneys and hanging stockings to receive gifts originated from the story of St. Nicholas in Finland. In many places, "St. Nicholas Day" on December 12 is considered more important than Christmas in many places.

Jack helped Danny stuff the non-burnable garbage into the narrow back seat of the Dodge Hellcat, lamenting in his heart that this matter must be hidden from Hannah, otherwise she would wipe the interior of the car with alcohol several times afterwards.

A light rain fell in the sky, bringing a bit of coolness to New York in early summer. Under Danny's guidance, Jack turned two corners and stopped in front of an alley. In front of him was an old brick-concrete factory building. A converted rental warehouse.

As soon as the two got out of the car, police sirens sounded behind them. This was the reinforcement they called for on the road. In addition to the police car, they also called an ambulance.

"Leave it to me. Keep an eye on the guy in the back seat and escort him back to the police station after the incident is over." Danny took a pair of long-handled powerful pliers from a police officer, came to the metal rolling shutter door, and cut directly The padlock on it fell off.

Jack stepped forward to help him lift the heavy metal rolling shutter door. Inside was a small warehouse that was divided into single rooms for rent like prison cells.

"No. 86, look for each other separately." Danny hurriedly rushed into the passage, but was pulled back. Jack pointed to the layout diagram hanging on the wall speechlessly. The guy was confused when he was a little concerned.

After wandering around in the maze-like passage for a few minutes, the two finally found Storage Room 86.

"Teresa!" Danny called several times in succession, becoming more and more anxious. His hands holding the powerful pliers shook violently, and he failed several times.

"I'll do it." Jack grabbed the powerful pliers from his hand and cut off the padlock on the door in one move.

"Teresa?!" Danny opened the iron door and saw the little figure huddled in the corner, and Danny's heart skipped a beat.

He stretched out his fingers tremblingly and tested it under the little girl's nose. His whole body relaxed, "Hey, Teresa, wake up, wake up quickly."

He gently shook the little girl's body to wake her up.

"Uh huh" Theresa seemed to suddenly wake up from a nightmare, her eyes widening in fear.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. You're safe. I'm a police officer. Do you understand? I'll take you home. Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid." Danny seamlessly switched from a tough detective to a gentle uncle, speaking softly. He comforted the other person softly, then took off his coat and put it on the girl's body.

Tears welled up in the girl's eyes, but she couldn't cry because of the tape on her mouth.

"Don't move, don't move. I will help you take this off very carefully. It hurts a little, but bear with it." He said, carefully helping the girl to remove the tape that sealed her mouth.

"Ahem." Jack handed over an evidence bag at the right time and motioned for him to put the tape in. Maybe there would be fingerprints or something on it. This guy had two sons, but he didn't expect that he was actually a daughter-slave at heart.

"You'll be fine soon." Danny carried little Teresa out of the warehouse.

The little girl just hugged his neck and cried hard. Her kitten-like whimpering made Jack's heart melt behind him, not to mention a certain person involved. She almost staged a scene of a macho man crying.

"Where is my mother?" Little Teresa had stopped crying at this time and asked in a low voice.

"You'll see her soon. It's okay. Listen, these are doctors. They will take you to the hospital. Your parents will be waiting for you there, you know?"

Danny said, urging the first responders, "Hurry up, please, she needs insulin, right now."

The emergency personnel holding the blanket carefully took Teresa, nodded, placed her on the stretcher, and pushed her into the ambulance.

"Have you ever thought about having another daughter?" Jack said with a smile as he watched the ambulance go away.

"Huh~~" Danny ignored his teasing, let out a long breath, and a smile appeared on his face, "Anyway, we finally have a perfect ending."

However, things don't always develop as expected. Under the flashlights of reporters who arrived later, Donald Bence, who was being escorted into the back seat of the police car, yelled loudly.

"The police used excessive force! That's the guy, he wanted to drown me! He stuffed my head into the toilet."

Well, this is really a wave of ups and downs.
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After a comfortable sleep, Jack got up early in the morning and called Dana Moge to report on the progress of the case, and then tidied up.

Hannah will be back from vacation on Monday. Today is Saturday. It stands to reason that the case is basically over. He can rest peacefully after saying hello to Jubal. However, after lunch, Jack still went to the federal building. FBI office.

It seems that Jack's work has gradually been on the right track recently, and the joint action project with the local police station will only need to be slowly promoted over time. Dana Moret has a vague intention of letting go.

This time she arranged for him to follow up on the NYPD case. Apart from taking Jack to watch Frank Reagan's press conference for a few minutes and introducing some inside information, she never asked more about the case.

They don't know if they are really reassured about Jack, or if they are deliberately testing him. Of course, it may be that the case is progressing too fast this time. It only took them half a day to find the kidnapped little girl.

After all, Dana Moger, as Assistant Director, manages the entire FBI field office in New York City. In addition to Manhattan, there are five affiliated offices in Queens, the Hudson Valley, Long Island and other areas.

Unlike the NYPD, which can't control anything outside of New York City, these offices are collectively called the New York Field Office, covering the entire southeastern part of New York State.

In addition, because the United Nations headquarters is in Manhattan, there is also an International Department here, which cooperates with some countries to investigate federal citizens overseas and cases involving overseas interests.

So the leader was very busy, and Jack understood it very well, but the report still had to be made. He waited outside the office for a while and watched a group of middle-level leaders at the supervisory level coming in and out. He didn't recognize any of them, so he simply found a newspaper and pretended to be serious. study.

Tsk, as expected, the bad thing in the early morning was on the news, but luckily, I don’t know if it’s because the NYPD has a good relationship with the local media, or if everyone is paying more attention to the cute abducted little girl this time, and the bad thing about violent law enforcement is just a mention. After a while, most of them praised the speed and effectiveness of the rescue operation.

Just as he was watching with gusto, Dana Moge heard a confused question in his ear, "How long do you plan to sit outside my office?"

"Uh" He looked up and saw that no one was around. The female boss was leaning towards him at the office door. Jack quickly put away the newspaper and followed his boss into the office.

"From now on, just knock on the door and enter the office. You are the BUA consultant I invited. You don't need to care about other people's opinions." Dana Moger said and handed him a cup of coffee, but after hearing what she said, But his expression was very satisfied.

Europeans and Americans may not pay attention to modesty, but they respect their superiors and know that there is no distinction between Eastern and Western culture when advancing or retreating. This is the basic rule in the workplace.

"The case is almost over, so there's nothing urgent, but I guess there will be some trouble later. I just want to ask, do you need me to follow up?" Jack took the coffee and took a sip. Tsk, the taste of high-end goods just doesn't taste good. Same.

Dana Moger nodded slightly, "Well, after receiving your report this morning, Director Reagan also expressed his gratitude to the FBI on the phone, but I still hope you can continue to follow up on this case.

Because there may be accusations of torture to extract confessions, this case is likely to be unable to enter the normal trial process, and Danny Regan may also be investigated by the NYPD's internal affairs department. "

(End of this chapter)