Luke: "NYPD. ”

This is the door that must be reported, although he reversed the order of pulling out the gun to the head of the person and reporting the door, but after all, he still reported the door.

The middle-aged man who was choked by him was obviously stunned: "NYPD? ”

Luke: "Tell me, who's inside?" ”

The middle-aged man suddenly said loudly: "DEA! We're agents for the DEA, and my ID is in my chest pocket, so you can look at it. ”

The voices in room 6B suddenly fell silent, Luke frowned, the gun still on the back of his head, let go of the left hand that was pinching the man's neck, and touched his chest a few times to find a police badge.

Just by glancing, he knew it should be true.

But whether these "DEA agents" are real or false is unknown.

Or, they're really agents and it's more troublesome.

The middle-aged man he held to the gun felt his neck loosened, and immediately said: "We are on a secret arrest mission, I am Blass Burton, and inside is my colleague." ”

The voice is still loud.

Luke narrowed his eyes, vaguely understanding what was going on.

With Blass Burton's words, someone in the room finally spoke: "We are DEA people, who is outside?" Brass. ”

Blas hurriedly shouted, "It's an NYPD police officer." ”

As he spoke, Luke had already withdrawn his gun and retreated to the position at the top of the staircase.

He couldn't trust the DEA agents in the house.

Finally, a man poked his head out of the door and took a quick look outside.

Once he was sure that there was only Blas in the doorway, he quickly poked his head out again and looked at Luke, "Man, what are you doing here?" It's not good to point a gun at a colleague. ”

Luke smiled, but his expression didn't change: "I'm sorry, I was notified that there was a fierce shootout here, and you didn't show your badge." ”

Having said that, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was still pointed at the door of 6B.

The other party's expression is obviously not good-looking.

Luke could detect the panic behind the seemingly calm appearance of the man talking to him at the door, and there was someone behind him whispering how to deal with his words.

The movement in the room was loud again.

With that, Luke walked a little further down the stairs, hiding most of his body below ground level.

Only then did he take out his phone and call the information center at the headquarters.

Luke reported his identity and officer number, explaining the situation, and headquarters said that the patrol would arrive in five minutes at most.

There was constant movement in Room 6B, and Luke's keen hearing and brain reflexes were constantly grasping the information in the other party's sporadic language.

"What about this?"

"McGee, wait for you to take it out. If it is found, it is said to be a seized illegal drug. ”

"What about here? How do you explain the corpse of that little child? ”

"Think for yourself."

"Huh?"

……

It was said that it was five minutes, but it turned out that it was still fifteen minutes before two patrol police cars arrived downstairs.

Luke showed his badges to the four NYPD patrol officers who went upstairs to identify himself, and then told them what was going on there, before leading them to the door of room 6B.

The patrol officers stood on both sides, held their guns in their hands, and began to shout loudly: "NYPD, the people inside, listen, put down their weapons and come out to show their documents, otherwise we have reason to be reasonably suspicious of you." ”

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There was silence inside for a moment, and finally four people came out one after another.

They didn't really have guns in their hands, but they just stuck them back in their holsters, and everyone had DEA badges on their bodies or hands.

An eagle with wings spread stands on an octagonal circle of badges, which can be distinguished from the NYPD badge at a glance.

The patrolman stepped forward, checked the police badge one by one, and nodded to Luke.

Luke wasn't surprised.

The identities of these DEA agents are real, but only they know what they are doing here.

Luke almost knows it, but there are some things that can't be accused without hard evidence.

While the patrol officer was communicating with several DEA agents, he strode into the room.

Near the doorway lay the body of a stocky man, but the six bullet holes in his back and the long blood stain formed by crawling behind him were very wrong.

Avoiding all the blood, he took two steps inside, where a young girl at the end of the passage on the right was also shot in the back.

Luke looked silent, took two steps, and looked at the bathroom with the door open on the right.

A woman was soaking in the bathtub with headphones on, a large hole in her chest, the water in the bathtub had turned red with blood, and a large red water stain had also flowed out of the ground.

Luke sneered in his heart: a woman listening to headphones in the bathtub needs to shoot her through the chest with a shotgun? SWAT is not so rough with the empty cloth.

After a few glances, he took a few more steps, and another corpse appeared at the intersection of a passage.

Luke's face darkened.

It was a little boy, four or five years old, who had been shot in the chest and was not breathing.

Except for the man at the door, the three people who died here were all unarmed women and children.

These DEAs are crazy!

After pausing for a moment to determine the direction in which the bullet had come from the little boy, he walked into another room.

The room was a mess, full of bullet holes, not caused by a gun.

This should be the location where the fierce exchange of fire took place as mentioned by the police call.

The corpse of a man in a plaid shirt lay in the doorway, and the smell of his body indicated that he had had a lot of contact with several other people, who were supposed to be the DEA's people.

The dead in the room were only these five people.

It was supposed to be the man who died at the door, the woman in the bathtub was the hostess, and the young girl and the little boy were the children of the family.

Scanning the room, his gaze fell on a picture frame.

It was a picture of a dead young girl and a little boy, but in the lower center, there was a photo silhouette posted there.

It was a little girl of eleven or twelve.

When Luke looked at the room, a middle-aged man in a beige suit was also looking at him, with a little smile on his face: "Detective, this is our case." ”

Luke turned his gaze to him, this time he didn't even have a polite smile on his face, just said lightly: "Two minors have died here, do you DEA want to carry out an empty cloth attack or a massacre with such a method of handling the case?" ”

The man in the suit changed his face: "What do you think the traffickers are?" Is it enough for a devout believer to pray in church every day? They're going to pull out their guns and shoot you at any moment. ”

He raised his hand and pointed to the corpse of the man in the flower shirt at the door, and roared: "My buddy has only died, and you are going to talk about it?" Oh, by the way, see, that dead fat man also broke the new suit of labor! As he spoke, he gestured down his left shoulder.

There was indeed a shot there.

However, Luke could see that the shotgun was not completely solid, but was only grazed by one or two projectiles, otherwise this guy's left arm would have been unable to move a long time ago.

He nodded: "It's good if you're happy." He turned around and left.