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The two chatted for a while, and Jack stood up to leave. At this time, Frank's female secretary, Baker, knocked on the door and came in, holding five or six documents as thick as a large dictionary in her hands.

"This is the material you want, Director."

Jack stepped forward to help take it like a gentleman and put it on the table.

Baker thanked him in a low voice and did not leave after putting down the materials. Instead, he stood at the table and said respectfully, "These are memos from the Appropriations Committee under the Public Safety Committee."

"Politicians like to talk and we like to use our hands, and when someone accuses us of why we don't use some good old-fashioned police tactics, we might as well take her advice."

Frank smiled at Jack and made an invitation gesture to Beck towards the sofa, "Sit down, Beck, we are very busy today."

"Do you need me to inform Ms. Moge?" Jack's mouth twitched, and he could barely hold it back. Who said it's never too late for a gentleman to take revenge? Frank couldn't even wait for a long time.

"If necessary, I will contact her personally. Thank you Jack." Frank picked up his reading glasses from the table and put them on, sat down opposite his secretary, picked up a thick memo and started reading.

After leaving the New York Police Department headquarters, Jack went directly back to the office and asked someone to help retrieve the information on Dick Reed. He studied it until late at night and roughly completed a profile.

Early the next morning, the Dodge Hellcat was parked on Bowery Street near Chinatown in southern Manhattan. Jack lowered the window and waved to Danny, who was shivering from the cold on the roadside.

Not far away from him was a group of people, including reporters and ordinary people. Even the cold wind in winter could not extinguish their enthusiasm. They all looked excited as if they were expecting something.

"Thank God, you saved my life again. The air conditioner in my car actually broke again." He sat in the passenger seat and raised the window. The warm air conditioner and steaming coffee in the car finally relieved Danny.

"I finally managed to send that birdie Dick to prison, but in the end, he was released because of the failure of the judicial process. I really can't understand it."

Jack could only smile in response to his complaint, "You should really thank God. Fortunately, it was just cotton swab contamination. If there was something wrong with the testing equipment as you said, more than just these would have been released."

"So this is still my fault?" Danny was speechless. Is Crow Mouth also guilty?

"This is the psychological profile I finished yesterday. Do you want to take a look?" Jack took out a stack of manuscript paper. It was densely packed with quotations as if it were a thesis, making Danny's eyes roll with mosquito coils.

"Just tell me the conclusion." A certain scumbag hid in the direction of the car door with great resistance.

"Actually, this is also a draft of a paper written to my dear, uh, to my professor." Jack almost yelled. He hadn't seen Maureen and Zoe for a long time. It seems that New York is not far from Washington, DC. He can go back and take advantage of their presence. Come and visit when the time comes.

"The conclusion is that as soon as this pervert is released, he can't wait to continue committing crimes. He is almost exhausted."

These words made Danny couldn't help but squint his neck and look sideways, "That's it? I know this conclusion with my butt. If you waste paper, you will be scolded by a little European girl, 'How dare you!'"

"Haha." Jack said he didn't care about being a scumbag, and turned to look out the window, "The prison bus is coming."

Danny followed his gaze to the road. A bus painted in blue and white with iron bars on the windows slowly turned the corner, "Sharen Bus."

He muttered, opened the door again and got out of the car. He drank the remaining coffee in one gulp and threw the crushed paper cup into the trash can on the roadside.

Jack also got out of the car. Four prisoners in Manhattan would be released due to insufficient evidence due to the contaminated cotton swab incident. Except for a few tabloid reporters and some family members of prisoners, most of the people here were directed at the serial rapist and murderer Dick. Reed is here.

As always, in this empty world of hell, serial killers have always had their own fans and admirers. They will set up websites for these people, send letters and gifts to prisons, and gather on the roadside to welcome them like now. Idol released from prison.

"It's amazing how these sick guys and perverts always seem to be attracted to each other."

Danny muttered a few curse words and looked back at Jack, "Why don't you come along?"

"What are you going to do? Walk over and say a few harsh words? Unless you need me to stand by your side to prevent you from taking action and losing your job, I choose to observe from the sidelines."

Jack immediately refused. Although there were not many people at the scene, and there were only about a dozen fans of the serial killers in total, it could be seen that these people were very excited and shouted slogans to express their support.

"I'm with you, Dick!"

"Those bitches deserved it!"

"This is all God's will!"

As the bus door opened, the atmosphere reached a climax in an instant when a handsome young man stepped out of the bus as if he were a star and waved to the people on the street.

The scene in front of him reminded Jack of the crazy fans who cried and screamed after celebrities in his previous life. He had strong stress emotions towards this abstract group of humanoid creatures, and he wanted to tie them all to the stainless steel giant built by Musk. The kind that shoot up into the atmosphere from fireworks.

"Look at these fanatical fans, what's going on in the world?" Danny shook his head helplessly and sighed as he saw two typical losers, both in appearance and dress, taking a photo with Dick Reed.

"Aren't you going to go up and say a few words?" Jack squinted at him.

"Forget it, I just took a shower when I went out this morning." Danny shook his head to express that he didn't want to get into trouble. He stood on the roadside and waved. A plainclothes police car drove over, with two police detectives sitting in it. They looked old. She is a few years younger than him, but her hair is just as thin.

"Hey, follow that son of the beach and keep an eye on him no matter where he goes. Do you understand?"

"No problem." The detective in the passenger seat nodded repeatedly and made a phone gesture, indicating that he would report at any time. Then the plainclothes police car started and followed the taxi that Dick Reed had just taken.

"Then I'm leaving. Your dad also assigned me a job." Jack returned to the car. He came here just to see Dick Reed's appearance with his own eyes to prevent any discrepancy with the photo. Seeing Danny at this moment Arrangements have been made, and it's time for him to fulfill his duties as a bodyguard.

"Take me back to the police station on the way." Danny shyly got into the passenger seat of the Hellcat again.

"." Jack was speechless to this guy, "What about the car you drove here?"

"We'll find someone to tow it away later. I don't want the car to freeze to death." Danny rubbed his hands at the air-conditioning vent, looking like he was frozen.

Jack could only shrug his shoulders. It had just reached freezing, and the humidity in New York in winter was not very high, so it did not reach the level of magical attacks. These New Yorkers were obviously spoiled by the uninterrupted indoor heating. .

After sending Danny back to the police station, Jack called Hannah in the parking lot and wanted to ask her when the case at hand would be solved and he would come back to work as Eileen's bodyguard for a few days.

In his opinion, it is better to protect Irene than to keep an eye on Dick Reed to prevent this beast from continuing to commit crimes. The serial killer who can make Jack write a paper for him is obviously not a simple person.