Obviously, Booker's idea is completely non-divisive.

Firefox didn't say yes at all.

But......

Booker is very open-minded about this.

It's one thing to have an idea and not take action, but it's another thing to have an idea and take action and get no response.

Anything, only when you do it, will you know whether it can succeed or not.

Just thinking about it, doing anything, you can't succeed.

Booker is the kind of character who will take action when he has an idea, and Wesley is obviously the kind of person who only fantasizes and does not dare to take action.

At this moment, Wesley, whose hands and feet were cuffed, stared at the police officer who stood at the iron gate and stood at random to watch him, and his mind flashed to the various methods of [how to get out of trouble] that he had learned in the past month.

But......

Just thinking about it, Wesley thought of the image of himself being pointed at countless pistols and then shooting indiscriminately and dying on the spot.

Wesley's heart was beating faster, and a cold sweat broke out, where would he dare to put his thoughts into action.

That's when it happened.

The sound of clackling footsteps gradually approached from outside.

Soon.

Detective George Stacy, who appears to be black-faced, arrives at the door of the room where Wesley is being held temporarily, with an agent in an FBI uniform.

"That's him."

George Stacy glanced at Wesley inside expressionlessly, and then looked at the agent who came with the direct order of the Ministry of Justice and the order of the director, and said in a cold voice: "He's yours, take it, don't be an eyesore on my territory." ”

After speaking, George nodded directly to the police officer who was guarding Wesley, and then, with the police officer, left here directly.

Wesley, who was in the room, heard George's words and suddenly Spartan.

What?

Take?

When Wesley came back to his senses, George had already left, looked at the federal agent in a federal uniform who opened the door, and immediately asked nervously, "Wait, where are you taking me?" ”

Unfortunately, Wesley's question was not answered in any way.

The door opened, and four agents in federal uniforms and sunglasses walked out of the room with expressionless faces, and directly set up Wesley, who was trying to struggle.

"No, wait......"

"Bang!"

"Whew!"

"Be honest!"

One of the agents looked at Wesley, who was a little uncooperative, and went up and punched Wesley in the stomach, and in an instant, Wesley felt that his stomach was churning and instantly lost any strength to resist.

After a while.

The officers of the New York Police Department saw the picture of several federal agents dragging Wesley from the elevator entrance to the main entrance of the lobby on the first floor like dragging a dead pig after the elevator opened.

"George, really just give him up to the FBI, this is a special ......"

"He's not."

In the corridor on the second floor, George, who was watching all this expressionlessly, looked at a police detective next to him who didn't know the inside story and thought Booker was really dead, and said, "However, he must have something to do with Booker's death." ”

The detective frowned, and then said, "Then you shouldn't give them to them, don't forget, Booker is your partner!" ”

Boy.

If your own person dies, your own person doesn't solve the case, and you give the suspect to others?

It's a shame!

After the detective almost said the words of questioning to George, some of the detectives standing on the second and first floors looked up at George, who was being confronted.

Although they did not speak, nor did they object to the FBI pulling people away, it did not mean that they had no other ideas.

George opened his mouth, the corners of his eyes were full of the questioning and even a little contemptuous gazes of many police detectives, he was silent for a while, took a deep breath, and looked at the police detective who questioned him: "It is because Booker is my partner that I will release people to the FBI." ”

"What......"

"The whole media out there is watching us!"

“……”

After saying this, George turned around and walked towards the elevator, leaving the questioning detective standing alone and frowning.

After a while.

The detective's eyes lit up with his head down, as if he had thought of something, and when he looked up, he met the gazes of several other detectives who seemed to understand what they meant at the same time.

The next second.

The other detectives suddenly smiled with relief.

Without him!

The case happened in New York City, and the trouble was still full of wind and rain, and those media who didn't think it was a big deal to see the excitement would undoubtedly pay 100% attention to the New York Police Department.

Even, some unscrupulous lawyers who like to go to the New York Police Department to help various suspects fight lawsuits for free will also pay attention to this matter.

And now, the suspect has been handed over to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, which claims to be in Langley.

Those media and lawyers dare to touch the local police department, but they dare not touch the FBI, after all, the FBI can send reporters to the bureau for leaking state secrets.

So......

Many detectives suddenly had an epiphany.

Truly.

In this case, if you want to solve the case as quickly as possible, it seems that it is most effective to send the suspect to the FBI, after all, no reporter dares to go to the FBI interrogation room to see if there is torture to extract a confession.

Back to the Office of Serious Crime.

As soon as George stepped out of the elevator, he immediately saw the same picture, several police detectives who had just watched him go down to hand over the suspect with questioning and contempt, and at this moment they were also looking at him with a sudden realization expression.

Beckett and Bob Hayes were standing not far away, arms crossed, and they also looked at George as he stepped out of the elevator with an inexplicable look.

When George walked into his office with a blank face, Beckett and Bob Hayes walked in and closed the office door with their backhands.

"Tsk."

Bob Hayes shook his head again and again, looked at George who was sitting on his office chair, rubbing his eyebrows, and sighed and sighed: "That very associative sentence is not like it was said by Detective Stacy, who has always adhered to procedural justice, why did you change your mind?" ”

George gave him an angry white look and seemed to be teasing his Detective Bob Hayes: "What else can I say, why don't you two go down and hand over, and want me to go down?" ”

Bob Hayes and Beckett looked at each other.

In the New York Police Department, let go of a murder suspect?

Crazy?

This is something that will arouse public outrage.

They're not that stupid.

Beckett looked at George and said, "We can't do this thing, you don't know us, we have a good relationship with other detectives, if you accidentally say that Booker is not dead, it will not be good." ”

George rolled his eyes: "So, you just let me sacrifice and stare at our group of scourges?" ”

"Who gave you the priority of any case?"

"What did you say?"

"It's nothing, you're amazing, of course you're on, right?"

“……”