The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 653 The Revenge of the Reagan Family (End)

Sonny Malewski's move seems unexpected, but it makes sense.

He once killed the son of the NYPD boss with his own hands, still in his capacity as a policeman. Now that things have been revealed, whether he saves others by himself or dares not gamble on Frank's kindness, the choice or no choice is actually a dead end.

Even in the best-case scenario, Frank does nothing and just watches him being thrown into prison. What awaits him will be torture worse than life. You must know which prisoner in the prison hates the police. .

The other police officers who were imprisoned for crimes may be able to conceal their identities, and maybe five or six out of ten will survive, but Malewski will definitely die and will be tortured before death.

There is no shortage of people in the world who want to make progress, and there are plenty of people who are willing to sell him a favor, even without Frank opening his mouth. It is easy to send some information to jail, or even directly arrange for one or two desperadoes.

Malewski is a veteran policeman who has been working in the NYPD for almost 20 years. He understands this very well. Similarly, Frank, who has worked in the NYPD for almost 40 years, understands this even better.

"We are all going to die, Sonny, it's just a matter of time." Mr. Director said with emotion without the slightest intention to dissuade him.

"Bang!" Something red and white splashed out from Malewski's Heavenly Spirit Cap, covering the entire wall.

"Danny, take off these people's badges." Frank's face twitched slightly, and he turned and left without even looking at the corpse on the ground.
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"Go back and have a good sleep. You don't have to go to work tomorrow. I will make your favorite sweet and sour short ribs." Jack kissed Hannah's pink lips and told her to go back to rest first, then waved to Zhu who was driving. Baal said goodbye.

"Just borrow a fire." Jack held the cigar in his mouth and touched all over his body for a long time, but found that he had just put the lighter in the car.

The passage that Jack is reciting now comes from his writing. As someone's reading volume increases sharply, he can now quote this paragraph occasionally.

Frank laughed dumbly, not bothering to hide his red and swollen eyes. He turned around, took out a match from his pocket, and lit the cigar for him himself.

"Raymond Chandler?" Frank was slightly surprised.

Danny and James were still busy in the club, and together with ESU, they searched the criminal police officers one by one and put handcuffs on them.

"Thank you Jack. In fact, I don't know how to express my gratitude to you." Frank did not look back and spoke with a thick nasal voice.

Raymond Chandler is a famous American detective novelist in the first half of the last century. His tough guy private detective Philip Marlowe is even more famous in this country than Sherlock Holmes to some extent.

“If there is always a man who must go down these mean streets, it must be a man with a great heart who is neither afraid of being sullied nor afraid. (Down these mean streets a man must go who is not himself mean, who is Neither tarnished nor afraid.)" Jack blew out a smoke ring and said faintly.

He himself walked slowly to a streetlight. Here, Frank was putting his right hand in his pocket and holding a cigar in his left hand. A little dark red flickered in the dim light.

"I think he may be talking about people like Joey." Jack sighed with emotion. He considered himself a small person and couldn't do undercover work, but this did not prevent him from taking the initiative to engage in undercover work, just for the sake of it. Respect for those who fight evil.

Under the exaggeration of certain literary and artistic works, when people in today's world begin to have a faint contempt or even hostility towards undercover people who are accompanied by words such as lies and betrayal, they have ignored the spirit of righteousness they uphold.

Literary and artistic works are increasingly tending to depict the moral dilemmas they face, as if the image of an undercover agent who does not have inner struggles and does not smear himself with blood in the mud is not shocking enough. "I have a feeling that he seems to be by my side tonight, watching all this." After Frank finished speaking, he rubbed his face vigorously and resumed his previous boss behavior.
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"That 'Blue Temple' has been completely solved?" Dana Moger, who had just returned from Washington DC, was a little shocked at the NYPD's handling speed.

To be honest, Jack was also surprised. Although he rarely followed up on the judicial process after the case was solved, at most he would supplement a few reports in accordance with the requirements of the district attorney. However, considering the extremely cumbersome and lengthy judicial process in the United States, it would take more than two weeks to complete the case. The efficiency of sending everyone to jail on arrival is simply astonishing.

"It is said that some private deal was reached. They would serve their sentences in a relatively 'secure' prison, so they quickly signed a plea agreement."

Because the FBI's New York office and the NYPD's bosses had reached a certain tacit understanding, this time neither Jack nor Jubal, Hannah, and the two analysts who helped later were all working in vain.

It cannot be said that there is no merit at all, but at least there will not be too many traces of the FBI in the files of this case. Fortunately, the NYPD is not completely silent.

The NYPD police union has provided non-field agents in the FBI's New York office with a list of parking lots, which was originally an exclusive benefit for NYPD officers.

As we all know, due to traffic congestion and the problem of expensive parking spaces, less than 3% of New Yorkers have driver's licenses, which is inverse with the impression this country has always given.

The Traffic Management Bureau under the NYPD cannot solve the traffic congestion problem, but it has been doing its best to secure parking spaces for its police officers' private cars. The police union will also periodically conduct surveys of open spaces everywhere. Once they find that they can be used The site will submit an application to the municipal department to obtain its use rights.

Now the NYPD has shared these spaces with the FBI New York office, which means that even non-field agents, as long as they are not afraid of traffic jams, can safely buy themselves a private car and at least have a place to park.

Well, in fact, the number of people who really benefited may be counted on two hands, but this kind of proactive attitude is indeed worthy of recognition.

Therefore, Jack can now proudly boast in a poker game with a well-known best-selling author, Rick Cassel. He, Senior Agent Jack Tavole, single-handedly helped the FBI greatly improve The relationship with the two largest local police departments in the United States (NYPD) and the second largest (LAPD).

Of course, the real changes in the relationship between the two parties are not limited to the surface. Even Jack has no way of knowing how much cooperation intentions Frank Regan and Dana Moger have reached.

But everyone in the operations center can really feel it. For example, in the past few weeks, everyone can see Dana Moger walking into the office with a cheerful face and calm steps every day.

Unfortunately, the good mood of the female boss did not last long. Seeing that Thanksgiving was approaching and the temperature in New York was dropping day by day, Jack and Hannah were called out of their warm beds by a phone call in the early morning and rushed to the battlefield. in the center.

"What's going on? Sneeze!" A gust of cold air rushed into the office. Before Jack could even ask the question, he was stimulated by the temperature difference of more than 20 degrees between the outside and indoors, which made him sneeze several times.

"God bless you." Jubal said this subconsciously, but he also looked confused. He also hurried over just after receiving the call, and he didn't even have time to take off his coat.

"Da da da da" came the sound of rapid high-heeled shoes hitting the ground, followed by the female boss with messy hair and a bare face. Jack, who had a keen eye, could even see the corners of her mouth that were scratched and not wiped clean. Lipstick marks, looking very embarrassed.

"Just now, a school bus and 26 primary school students on board disappeared in West Chester County!"

(End of this chapter)