"Nope."

Booker withdrew his gaze from a corner of the alley, and when he heard George's words, he shook his head at George, looking like he hadn't found any clues, and sighed: "I'm sorry." ”

Seeing this, George was not surprised: "It's okay, the bureau has arranged manpower to read out the nearby monitoring, but as long as it appears in the monitoring, even if it is a ticket for speeding, it will be invited back for coffee by the nearby bureau!" ”

Again, that's the same sentence.

This is a police murder case.

As long as the NYPD wants to raise the twenty-one bridges on Manhattan Island and turn the whole of Manhattan into an isolated city, there will be no problem until the damn suspect is caught.

Booker nodded, groaned, and said to George, "I'll go back first, change my clothes, and see you in the bureau later?" ”

George nodded: "It's okay, it's just right, the latest results from the medical examiner's office are also coming out soon, see you at the medical examiner's office?" ”

"Okay."

Booker nodded, made an appointment with George, and walked towards the blue Ford Raptor parked across the road from the alley.

Get in.

"Whew!"

Booker closed the car door and lit himself a cigarette.

Close the door, light a cigarette, and you're done!

He already knew what the murderer looked like.

As for why you didn't tell George, it wasn't because you couldn't say anything about it, just because telling George would only be bad.

Let's put it this way.

If Booker told George the information, and George believed it, then once George knew what the suspect looked like, the most likely thing was that the suspect would stand alive in the courtroom.

How is this possible?

Booker Yinuo, heavier than Mount Tai.

He had promised the policewoman that he would guarantee that the murderer who killed her would not even have a chance to go to hell.

That's the biggest reason why Booker didn't tell George.

George Stacy's personality is like this, even Beckett in the second group and Nick Cruze in the third group are like this.

Whether it is George, Beckett, or Nick, the detectives of these three major crime teams are all ideal police detectives.

It's just right!

Be law-abiding.

Upholding justice as defined by the law.

To put it bluntly.

These three people are almost all related to that kind of black and white character.

But......

In this world, it is not so easy to distinguish between black and white, and Booker has no doubt that if the suspect were standing in the courtroom, even with him, he would be alienated by 60,000 of the 80,000 police officers in New York City.

The most important point.

Booker is not such a person, the reason why he became a police officer has always been very certain, but not to uphold the law, but because catching a suspect or something can better trigger the mission.

And......

Booker was born in Washington, D.C., and his family background in his previous life and this life told Booker that the so-called laws were only formulated by a small group of people in order to better manage the majority of talents.

Am I the majority?

Obviously.

No.

Compared with the legal trial that George, Beckett and Nick all believe in, Booker's character is more inclined to ...... Lynching trial!

The next second.

Booker's eyes lit up slightly in the smoke: "Let me see, where are you?" ”

The words fell.

Moment.

A map visible only to Booker appears in Booker's sight.

The map is not big, at least, the places that are lit up are not very large, but the area with Manhattan Island, where Booker lives as the core, is basically lit up.

[Scout Guard: Place a guard, light up a certain area, and dispel the fog of war!] 】

Since Booker joined the New York Police Department and found a way to arrest people and quickly upgrade, in order to be able to do better and arrest people in the first time of the crime, he spent a lot of money and purchased a lot of investigation guards to put them in all corners of Manhattan Island.

Even Hell's Kitchen, where crime is still hot, Booker has not been left behind.

But......

Hell's Kitchen is Booker's ATM, and under normal circumstances, as long as there is no report from Hell's Kitchen, Booker is too lazy to rush to arrest someone.

Again, that's the same sentence.

Booker joined the New York Police Department not for the so-called legal justice!

Soon.

Booker passed on the memories of the hood-wearing, but certainly dark-skinned man he had seen in the pre-death memories of the policewoman's soul, to the entire Manhattan Island, acting as a loyal scout guard for his eyes.

It hardly takes a second.

Just after Booker finished delivering, the reconnaissance guards all over Manhattan Island received the information and added the person passed by Booker to the [blacklist].

Moment.

A scouting guard planted by Booker on Grand Street on the Lower East Side of Manhattan Island issued a warning.

"Found you!"

Seeing this, Booker raised the corners of his mouth, and in the next second, he directly took out the police lights and hung them on his car, and then, the alarm bell whistled, directly on the morning rush hour Manhattan road at a speed of eighty yards, a tail flick, whistling, and rushed towards Grand Street, which was half an hour away from here.

George, who was arranging people in the alley and preparing to launch a carpet search in the alley, listened to the presumptuous and wild alarm bell, turned his head to look at the blue Ford Raptor riding in the dust, smiled, and then, after thinking about it, shook his head again.

In George's opinion, Booker's ability is very sufficient, but, like most police officers, when encountering certain things, emotions will overwhelm the responsibilities they carry.

George thought to himself.

That's when it happened.

George didn't know what was in his mind, and he just turned around for a moment, and then turned around again to look at the blue Ford Raptor that belonged to Booker, who was no longer even visible to the butt of the car.

Lower East Side, Grand Street.

Booker had turned off the lights on the roof of the car when he turned into Grand Street, and at a normal speed, merged into the traffic towards Grand Street.

On the Recon Guard's map, a Scout Guard just five hundred meters away was flickering evenly at a breathing rate.

Soon.

Booker stopped the car and looked across the road through the passenger window at a non-remarkable apartment building, and on the roof of the apartment building, only Booker could see the scout guards emitting a red glow of "Hostile Target Found".

Get out.

Booker crossed the road directly to the door of the apartment, and then, pushed the door straight and walked in.

Fifth floor.

At the moment when Booker just stepped out of the elevator, a house on the very edge, near the entrance of the emergency exit, happened to open, and it happened that a dark-skinned, twenty-year-old man with a black garbage bag in his hand who came out of the elevator came out of the elevator and looked at each other.

……