Chapter 111: Thunderstorm
"Head, Acomo is heading southwest, on Route 29."
"Mackintosh also set off ......"
"The people in the back don't have to follow too closely, and the car in front goes to Route 14 in advance to wait." Armstrong had Trenton's map in front of him, and as he listened to the debriefing from his headphones, his fingers kept scrolling back and forth on the map, and he had to calculate the possible routes of the two of them so that they could lay out the layout in advance.
It was not the first time that the two had met in private, and they drove in a car, and the location was never fixed.
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"Boss, look, this is what we photographed today." Armstrong came over with a bunch of photos and a box of videotapes.
Sean took it and saw that the tape was full of photos of the meeting between Acomo Apleer and McIntosh Quinnell, the Trenton police chief.
The photo is clear, with Akcomo Aple and McIntosh Quinnier standing next to the car, and someone has taken a bag of things from the trunk of Mackintosh's car and put it in Akowmo's car.
When the photo is zoomed in, you can see that it is a black plastic bag that has been repeatedly sealed, and it is not visible from the outside.
The two talked for a while, and then got into the car and left.
The videotape is the same scene, because the location of the route is a bit far, but it is not so real, but combined with the previous eavesdropping recording, it can be known that seven or eight out of ten of the things traded are those drugs that were taken away by the police yesterday.
"How did this call recording come from?" Sean asked with a smile.
"We installed bugging devices in the police chief's office phone." Armstrong said with some smugness.
"Fack!" Sean sticks out a thumbs up, you guys are fucking ruthless.
"It's not difficult, everyone thinks that the police station must be well guarded, in fact, the police station is the most lax, you can enter and exit at will while wearing a police uniform on the boat, and no one cares about you." Armstrong said with a smile.
Well, Sean nodded, he'd been to the police station twice, and it was really messy......
"Why is there no sound in this paragraph?" Sean said, pointing to the tape.
"No way, no way to get closer." Armstrong shrugged, "Both of them are more cunning and drove around town for half a circle. β
"Well, that's enough, actually." Sean is quite satisfied, there are recordings, there are photos, there are videos.
A picture at the beginning can be made up, not to mention that there is evidence in hand.
Anyway, it's not going to court, and no one cares if this thing can be used as evidence.
"Print out more things, with information for two people." Sean instructed: "Don't take it all at once, well, the first time, just take the photo......"
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The New York Times, Headquarters Building.
"Editor-in-chief, today I received a letter from no mailer, and it contains some photos, I think you should take a look." The secretary put things on the desk of the editor-in-chief of the New York Times.
The information and photos clearly describe the identity and experience relationship between Acomo Apleer and Mackintosh Quinnier, and also write clearly what the two traded this time for.
The editor-in-chief is not unfamiliar with this, this kind of thing is really common, but there is no evidence, and there is not much coverage.
I picked up the last piece of paper, and I wrote a paragraph on it: These things have been mailed to the New York Times, the Washington Post, the New York Daily News, the New York Post, the Chicago Tribune, and other newspapers, in addition to the audio and video recordings in our hands.
Such a simple sentence means a lot of things, which means that even if the New York Times may not cover it for some reason, other nationally distributed newspapers will do the same.
Unless the New Jersey mafia leader really has his hands and eyes to buy the big newspapers in the United States, it is inevitable that this matter will be reported in the newspapers.
Thinking of this, the editor-in-chief stood up and walked outside with the photo, and said loudly with a righteous face: "We received evidence that the police chief in Trenton, New Jersey, actually colluded with drug criminals and returned the drug bags seized by the police to the drug criminals. β
"These damn vampires, federal moths, they're taking taxpayers' money and doing what they are doing!"
"We must not allow this to continue to happen in the pure land of the United States!"
"As the discoverer of the truth, as the watchdog of public opinion, as the eyes and mouthpiece of the American people, we must expose this kind of behavior!"
"Justice!"
After an impassioned speech, the editor-in-chief handed the photos and materials to the people below, who would make a big story based on them......
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The next day, as soon as Mackintosh Quinniel arrived at the police station, he felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and many people looked at him very strangely.
When I arrived at the door of the office, someone immediately ran up in a hurry: "Oh my God, why don't you answer the phone!?" β
"Big Brother may be out of power, you know, that thing uses electricity very quickly." Mackintosh Quinniel said disapprehantly, "What's the matter, what's the big deal?" β
"You ......" the corner of the man's mouth twitched, you are really calm, I just don't know if you can hold it after reading the newspaper for a while, "Let's see." β
Pick up the newspaper on the desktop, these are obviously sorted out by someone, and they have all turned to a specific page, with a big photo on it, and it can be seen from the side face that it is himself.
"Is it the police chief or the drug criminal?" γ
"Shocked: The police chief turned out to be the boss behind the drug criminals! γ
What the hell is wrong with the police in our country? γ
Is this individual or universal? γ
Each of the headlines was extremely sensational, and just by looking at the contents, Mackintosh Quinnell felt like his eyes were dark, and his body was about to fall.
"This, this, this, this is a rumor, yes, a rumor, I just happened to run into Akoro there." Mackintosh Quinnell's face turned pale, and his hand holding the newspaper trembled.
Do you think you believe this?
The subordinate opened his mouth, but the words changed again, "If it's just a photo, it doesn't mean anything." β
"Yes, yes, yes!" As if grasping at a life-saving straw, McIntosh Quinnell hurriedly said loudly.
My subordinates really want to tell him that it's useless for you to tell me, so let's think about how to carry things down!
The phone on the table rang, and McIntosh Quinnier hurriedly answered it, and it was Mr. Mayor who called him, and he was scolded on the phone.
There is a way to pull out the radish and bring out the mud, and if Mackintosh Quinniel explodes the thunder, it is likely that many people will be implicated.
So, didn't everyone call or ask someone to come to Mackintosh Quinnell and ask what the situation was, and if there was any evidence left in the hands of the media?
On the same day, Sean showed the tape and more photos to the media.
If the topic degree wants to stir up the heat, he can't let the topic pass in a wave, and it must be continuous, so he released all the evidence in his hand little by little.
It wasn't until the recorded conversations appeared in the media that Macintosh Quinnell finally couldn't bear it.
These things are obtained in an illegal way, so they cannot be used as evidence and cannot be used in court.
However, everyone knew the truth of this story, so Mackintosh Quinnier had to take the blame and resign to calm the public anger.
Of course, in fact, he didn't want to, but many people thought that he should go down, so as not to affect others!
In addition, the incident also led to the fact that Phopole had to launch an investigation into Akomo.
For a while, Dimio's political connections fell silent and became cautious, and FΓΆpole's investigation also caused many businesses to have to stop.