"Ding Dong!"

Hawke, who had just parked his car in the garage, made a text message prompt sound from the mobile phone he was holding in his hand when he got out of the car: "You have a new text message." ”

Hawk turned on his phone, clicked on the text message, and a picture was being refreshed.

After a while.

Just as Hawke walked from the garage to the living room bar, the picture was refreshed.

"Huh?"

Hawke looked at the candid photos that were imaged, looked at the two men and one woman who appeared in the photos, his eyes fell on the only woman, and he blinked: "Tired of logging? ”

Wrong.

It should just be a bump in the face.

Hawke shook his head, after all, logging tired is a group of thieves, no matter how you think about it, it is unlikely that you will turn into a DHS agent and enter the house.

But, it seems.

Looking at the woman in the photo who looks like Letty, the tired sister-in-law of logging, Hawke thought to himself.

Turn around.

Pour the wine.

Hawke frowned, and after sending the photo to Catherine, he turned on the garbage shredder in the pool and threw the phone in his hand. A new disposable phone was removed from the cabinet again.

The phone is connected.

Hawke took a sip of his glass and asked his ally, John Hope, the mole of the New York Police Department.

"These three people, which one is Harrison?"

“…… Harrison wasn't there. ”

"Huh?"

"I thought he was there, but when I went in, I found out that Harrison and his assistant weren't there, only these three people."

"Really?"

"Yes."

Hawke touched his chin.

If he remembers correctly, George said that Harrison was the DHS agent who had thoughts about him, and what was the use of asking for pictures of these three rookies without Harrison?

"Have you seen this Harrison?"

"No, they came in the afternoon, and I was trying to see if I could get into the interrogation room."

“…… Yes! ”

Seeing that John Hope couldn't provide much information, Hawke hung up the phone decisively, and like the previous mobile phone, he threw the prepaid flip through the mobile phone that had just been opened for less than a minute into the kitchen waste shredder, and then took out his usual mobile phone and dialed Catherine's number.

Ekaterina had already received the photo that Hawke had just sent, and Ekaterina, who was thinking about how to investigate, answered Hawke's call: "I know I'm very good, but I'm not good yet, you sent a photo one second ago, and I can tell you the information about the three people in this photo in the next second." ”

That's not how intelligence brokers use it.

It also takes time for the old lady to consult others to know the names, ages and social security numbers of the three guys in this photo.

Hawk listened to Catherine's complaining words, smiled and said, "No, there is no Harrison in this photo, three little minions, no need to waste time." ”

Ekaterina nodded: "I want to find a way to confirm with the informant at the Department of Homeland Security, and see if I can get the information on what this Harrison is called, doesn't he have a surname?" ”

"Nope."

"Okay."

Ekaterina said: "By the way, I received news from my side, Stanny's side, a lawyer has been hired, and it should be negotiated with the New York Police Department tomorrow." ”

Once Zack Stanley's lawyer intervenes, the New York Police Department will not be able to keep Zack Stanley for long.

This also means that Zach Stanley will soon be transferred from the New York Police Department to prison.

Hawke said yes and hung up.

The next day.

Weekdays, school days.

Hawke, like the other students, got up in the morning and finished breakfast with Lorna, Lorna went to school first, and Hawke drove to Gwen's apartment, and after sending off three small ones with Gwen, he drove towards the school, and it seemed that he was not ready for 50 million at all.

New York Police Department.

As the time came for work, the lawyer group that Stanley had hired appeared at the door of the 12th precinct like soldiers, and the first thing they said after entering was that they wanted to meet the client and their director.

"George."

Beckett, who received the news from downstairs, found George, who had just gotten up in his office: "Stanley's lawyer is here. ”

George folded the recliner and put it away, and when he heard the news, he nodded without the slightest surprise: "It's almost coming, is that Harrison from the Homeland Security Agency back?" ”

Beckett shrugged: "No, only the guy named Coulson is there." ”

George nodded: "Call that guy, aren't they going to help, just right, let's go meet the lawyer together." ”

Beckett smiled: "Okay." ”

Half an hour later.

After Zack Stanley confirmed that the New York Police Department did not abuse and beat him, but simply imprisoned him, the lawyer turned around angrily, looked at George and Coulson, who came with George's side, and said angrily: "Detective Stacey, I need to remind you that you are the New York Police Department, not a prison, even if my client is convicted, Then he should be in prison and not here! ”

George didn't say anything about the lawyer's anger: "We're just protecting your client." ”

The lawyer was stunned.

He thought that he was already undisciplined, but he didn't expect that there were people who could tell lies with their eyes open than him.

"Protection, what protection?"

"We're afraid your client will escape from prison."

“……”

was rescued, although it was rescued, but this can't change the fact that Zack Stanley still escaped from prison.

The lawyer was speechless and didn't bother to communicate with George: "The New York Police Department does not have any right to continue to let my client stay here, you must unconditionally let my client return to prison as soon as possible, my client should be in prison, not here." ”

When the lawyer said this, he was in a trance.

After all, in the past, he tried every means to exempt his client from going to prison, but he didn't expect that one day, he would choose to let his client go to prison as soon as possible.

George directly shook the pot: "It wasn't me who made this decision, but our director, and this Coulson agent from the Department of Homeland Security next to me." ”

Coulson, who was still meeting with the lawyer in a daze, why did he bring himself with him, hearing this, he couldn't help but glance at George with a calm expression next to him.

George's expression didn't change at all, as if he were simply retelling a simple fact.

But this fact is false.

MMP。

Who told me that this Detective George Stacy is a good police detective who abides by the law, and with this open-eyed and nonsense skills, no matter how you look at it, he is not a simple serious crime detective.

The lawyer's gaze, under George's words, shifted to Coulson's with a thud.

"Homeland Security?"

The lawyer frowned: "How could the DHS intervene in my client's case." ”

Coulson withdrew his gaze from George and looked at the lawyer: "This needs to be asked to your client, if your client can revoke the 50 million bounty, we will not bother with this matter." ”

"Is my client just talking casually, or is my client convicted and has no freedom to speak?"

The lawyer did not accept such a reason, and said directly: "In short, even if it is the Department of Homeland Security, my client has already been convicted, without any formalities, you cannot transfer my client without authorization, my client, must go back to prison, if the two of them detain my client for no reason again, I will sue the New York Police Department and the DHS under the authorization of my client." ”

George didn't rush when he heard this, but looked like I agreed with your point of view, nodded, and turned into an accomplice of the lawyer, looking at Coulson: "Agent Coulson, this lawyer is right, we have no reason to continue to detain his client." ”

Coulson looked at George with some numbness.

By the way, which side are you on?

Coulson couldn't understand George's side, after all, before yesterday, George was still acting like a fighter for justice, how could he work hard overnight, and suddenly his painting style changed drastically, and he became like this.

But......

Now it's not about George's painting style, but now, in the face of the lawyer's questioning and George's dumping, Coulson opened his mouth, and he didn't look able to call the shots.

After all, the specific plan of action they want to capture King has not yet been decided, and this time, it is not himself who leads the team, but his male god boss Nick Fury.

Nick Fury isn't here, and Coulson doesn't have any way to call the shots.

Fortunately.

Just as Coulson's mind was racing and he was thinking about how to answer this question, the director of the 12th Precinct just walked in.

The director seemed to know the lawyer, and when he came in, he immediately laughed, greeted the lawyer with a smile, and then invited the lawyer to sit in his office for a while.

After Coulson saw someone coming to relieve the siege, he looked at the director and the lawyer who walked away, and couldn't help wiping the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, and then walked out of the interrogation room, and after coming outside, he took out his mobile phone, ready to tell his male god boss about the emergency that happened here.

One word.

They had intended the New York Police Department to charge at the front, and they cleaned up the mess in the back to arrest King by the way.

Now?

The New York Police Department looked like they were lying flat, and at this moment, all the pressure was inexplicably concentrated on their side.

Coulson flipped through his phone, and without even looking for it, he rang the number that had been engraved in his heart and dialed his male god boss.

Nick Fury!

……

(End of chapter)