The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 651 The Revenge of the Reagan Family ()

Perhaps because he knew Gerry too well and knew that he did not have the courage to get involved deeply, or because of his long-standing friendship, Frank finally let him go.

"Do you think I'm too merciful?" The two got in the car again. Frank was silent for a moment and suddenly asked Jack who was driving.

"You are a humane commander." Jack flattered without leaving any trace.

This kind of thing can be big or small. In the final analysis, it is nothing more than a matter of dereliction of duty. The target is still the internal staff of the police station itself. Under normal circumstances, the punishment result should not be to the extent of depriving all pensions.

Frank increased the punishment and protected the opponent's reputation in disguise, instead of letting him be ruined by a single thought. This old-school style was quite to Jack's liking.

In Frank, Jack saw the shadow of old Hunter, and only from their generation could he get a glimpse of the afterglow of this country's golden age.

The Dodge Hellcat did not return to the NYPD headquarters, but went directly to Frank's villa. A black Suburban with federal license plates stopped just in front of them.

The car door opened, and Jubal appeared at the door of the villa with Hannah and two other agents, dressed in casual clothes and carrying suitcases.

"I thought when you said it was confidential, you meant only family members knew about it." Eileen opened the door of the villa and was speechless when she saw this large group of people.

And Deputy Alex Bello of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.”

"Until the 'Blue Temple' case is solved, this is your command center."

"Of course." Jubal nodded, but then he looked at Frank Regan with some hesitation.

Jack was familiar with everything, and after naming the dishes, he looked at Jubal and Hannah, "Do you have any new gains over there? Is there anything in the recent surveillance of Sonny Malewski's phone and the DEA surveillance recordings? Suspicious person?"

"They are the FBI I invited, dear." Frank looked completely different to his son and baby daughter. He hugged her with a smile, and then pushed her into the living room.

Frank knew exactly what this look meant, "Tell me, I am mentally prepared. There must be some people I absolutely trust among them, otherwise many things would not be hidden from me."

"Jack, how many names do we have now?" Frank asked as he took off his coat and hung it on the hanger.

Even though he was mentally prepared, Frank still stretched out his hand to support the table. The name behind it made him feel dizzy.

"Two detectives from the Narcotics Division of the Northern District of Manhattan, Art Buchanan and Will Atwater, and Sonny Malewski of the same division's Major Crimes Division, as well as the Superintendent of the 31st Precinct. Teddy Chapin.”

Jubal took out two files and handed them to him, "Detective Damon Kamia, a detective from the 27th Precinct. He used to be in the same precinct with Malewski and your son Joey. In that case, Joey He was present during the raid in which he died.

"It's actually Bello?" Mr. Henry Regan walked out of the room inside and sighed, "I remember he was a rookie under you back then, right? Later you promoted him to the Ministry of Internal Affairs. "

Jack had also heard of this name. Wasn't he the deputy captain of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who was responsible for investigating James Regan? He even deliberately found a witness for him, just to let the Ministry of Internal Affairs detain James.

"There is a recording here. It was recorded not long ago. I think you should listen to it." Hannah opened the laptop and played an audio. The content of the audio was a conversation between two men on the phone.

"Hello, I'm Malewski."

"Sonny, it's me, Bello." "What happened? Why did you contact me directly?"

"We're in trouble. There's someone involved in the incident whose identity we didn't know in advance."

"Who is this person?"

"An undercover agent."

"What organization?"

"I can't find out for the moment, but there are some rumors."

"So what do we know now?"

"That person was killed just like Regan, and I'm worried there will be big trouble."

"Okay, let me tell everyone that the party is ahead of schedule and we have to change places."

At the end of the recording, Danny punched the table hard, his voice choked with sobs, "How dare they use Joey as a metaphor! I will rip their throats out with my own hands and take out their hearts!"

Compared to his eldest son, Frank was much calmer. He put his arms around his daughter, who also had red eyes, and whispered a few words of comfort. Perhaps as early as the moment when the white-haired man gave the black-haired man away, the old father had already Dryed tears.

"Okay." Jack felt that instead of being helpless and furious here, it would be better to think about how to get rid of this "Blue Temple" as soon as possible. The dark circles under his girlfriend's eyes appeared again.

“Now there is bad news and good news. The good news is that we know that these guys are going to get together soon, and they are most likely going to divide the spoils, just enough to catch them all.

The bad news is that we lack evidence and these recordings cannot go to court. These are experienced police officers and even senior officials of the Ministry of Internal Affairs who are well versed in regulations. If they insist on refusing to let go, at least there is nothing we can do against them from a legal perspective. "

Frank had obviously thought about it countless times in his mind, "Eileen, go get the search warrant, at least let these recordings be used as evidence. The physical evidence can only be found at the party site, if they will indeed divide the spoils there.

Can the FBI be responsible for a thorough investigation? Including these people's residences, text messages, emails, vehicle GPS records, etc., at least a preliminary chain of evidence must be formed. "

Jubal glanced at the five FBI agents present, including himself, with a bitter look on his face, "The manpower is a bit tight, but we will work hard to overcome it."
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"I can't believe it. I actually miss the days of feeding mosquitoes with seals in the tropical jungle." Jubal said, trying to overcome the fact that Jack almost turned into a dog.

In one night, he sneaked into four houses in a row and installed bugs in them. For this, he also spent 15 system gold coins to upgrade his lockpicking skills to master in one go.

"Please call me Thief Jack from now on." Jack was nestled on the sofa at Regan's house, resting on Hannah's thigh, humming and enjoying the sweet girl's gentle head massage.

His physical exertion was not much, but in order not to alarm the people in the room, he kept his senses fully open throughout the entire process, which consumed a lot of energy. After returning, he slept for nearly 12 hours at a stretch.

However, efforts must be rewarded, and the rewards are huge. The FBI's surveillance work in the next two days successfully expanded the number of people on the "Blue Templars" list to 12, and confirmed the "Blue Templars" mentioned by Malewski and Bello. Party time, which is ten o'clock tonight.

(End of this chapter)