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Los Angeles Police Department. Where to chase novels, go fast, and go fast

Chief-General William? William Bratton scratched the few hairs on the top of his head in annoyance, staring at the men in front of him with fierce eyes.

He feels that he has been unlucky, why was his predecessor calm when he was in power, he has only been in office for more than a year, but the crime rate in the greater Los Angeles area is getting higher and higher, and now there is this kind of street massacre, so many police officers have died!

This case is too bad and has too much impact, so that he, the first person in the Los Angeles police, has to come out in person.

"The media is already on the verge of a big fight, and Prima can't cope anymore, so she asked me to ask you what to do?" A subordinate in uniform hurried to the door of the conference room.

"If you can't deal with it, you have to deal with it, she, the police spokesperson, has been working for so many years, do you want me to teach her what to do?" William, who is already on fire? When Bratton heard this, he immediately turned into a hair dryer, almost spitting in the other party's face, and the subordinate didn't dare to say a word, and was blown out of the conference room by the storm.

"Go on."

William? Bratton certainly knows that such a bloody crime in public is definitely a favorite of these media outlets. Such super big news is enough for them to flock to the top and pour out the strength to dig up the news. If you don't get some results as soon as possible, I'm afraid it will be difficult to get rid of it.

Margaret, the chief technician of the Los Angeles Police Department, fiddled in front of the computer for a long time, and finally completed the stitching of the surveillance video.

"That's the clearest perspective." She said.

Everyone in the conference room immediately turned their eyes to the big screen, but looking at the strange figure that flew across the street, coming and going like the wind, and finally jumped directly from the roof into the park, everyone thought that their jaws were about to fall as if they had seen a ghost.

"Can anyone tell me? What the is this! Can humans jump so fast and so high? Can't even shoot a bullet!? "William? Bratton rarely burst into foul language in front of his subordinates, he felt that his brain was running out of energy, and it took him a long time to calm down. "How are we doing now?"

Detective Fitz, who was in charge of the case, was also big-headed, but he had to stand up and answer: "We have completed the drawing according to the oral accounts of the witnesses." At the same time, it was also combined with the avatar in the surveillance and posted it in the news, but there was no target with similar appearance found in the police database, and there was no information that matched the profile. The SWAT team members who are now in office have all been dispatched to conduct a carpet search. So far, however, no trace of him has been found. In view of the lethality of the other party, we have asked all police officers in the city not to take any measures after discovering the other party, and to report it to the headquarters immediately. ”

William? Bratton almost let out a heavy breath from his nose:

"So so nothing has been achieved so far? Both the governor and the mayor have called to express their concern, what do you want me to do to keep up? Tell those media that our police don't have any clues? ”

Everyone in the room looked at each other with their mouths closed. didn't dare to speak out, obviously helpless against this kind of case that can be called a supernatural event, for fear of being sprayed if he said the wrong thing.

"Please officially inform all media that it is inconvenient to disclose it for the time being because the Ninth Avenue case involves military secrets."

The Grand Director was about to recoil, when a crisp female voice sounded, breaking the silence in the conference room. Everyone in the room looked at the door, and two men and women in black suits were standing side by side, and the words just now were clearly said by the woman in them.

"Who are you?"

These two men have a temperament and style that is very different from that of the local police. Bratton seemed to have a premonition of something. Stood up with some anticipation.

"Hello, Chief Bratton? I'm Senior Operations Officer Sera of the Department of Defense's Special Operations Division? Blaitze, this is my colleague, Operations Commissioner Hart? Christine. From now on, the case on Ninth Avenue is in our sole possession, an executive order signed by the Department of Defense and the Attorney General's Office. ”

Sera with long fiery red hair? Blaise stepped forward to shake William Bratton's hand, then handed him a warrant. This female commissioner is very capable in appearance, tall but not delicate at all, and her well-proportioned and sturdy skeleton is full of strength, which at a glance is not comparable to ordinary women.

"Welcome. Two commissioners, I will ask my subordinates to hand over the files to you and fully cooperate with your work. ”

William? Bratton quickly skimmed through the executive order in his hand and confirmed the documents of the two men. Then a flash of joy flashed across his face. For the first time in his life, he had a crush on these Washington fellows, and instead of blaming them for meddling in his own turf - he was finally able to hand over the hot potato.

"Thank you for your cooperation, Director Bratton. I hope that you will immediately cancel the current police search operation, and if there is a patrol officer who accidentally finds a trace of a criminal, it is enough to report it directly to us. At the same time, we will set up this conference room as a temporary headquarters, and all information will be kept confidential. As for the media, we will make announcements in accordance with what I just said. ”

Cera? Blaitze's face was cold, and he spoke very quickly, looking like he was doing business.

And yet including William? Bratton and all the Los Angeles police officers were not displeased, but they couldn't wait to withdraw from the conference room, apparently eager to throw this strange case to them.

"Okay, this is Inspector Fitz, and he's going to be the liaison between the Los Angeles police and you."

William? Bratton did not forget to do his duty, he was equally resolute in making simple handover arrangements, and then rushed to call the attorney general's office, and as long as he confirmed that the executive order was correct, he could completely shake off the baggage.

The result was certainly pleasing to him, and Washington's reply was very clear, the order was indeed issued by the Department of Defense and the Attorney General's Office, although this is rare, but it is a proper procedure, and it seems that it is really a basket poked out by those guys in the military.

I'll just say, well, how can there be such a guy who doesn't look like a normal person at all to run out.

Although a moment ago he was at a loss, the current Director-General, William? Bratton seemed to have lifted his burden, and his whole body was relaxed. Anyway, someone has already taken over, and I just need to deal with the media according to the cold woman's explanation.

Anyway, the woman was not in good shape, and the relaxed Director Bratton was lying on the wide office chair, and he had already begun to think about whether to ask a card friend to come to a game in the evening. However, after the conjecture was over, he decided to do it enough, after all, so many people died, and he had to maintain enough exposure, otherwise he would inevitably show too little attention. (To be continued.) )xh118