The detective, known as Danny, was a middle-aged man in his forties with a hairline that had clearly begun to rise, and he looked like a veteran, with a furrowed brow when he spoke, and a folder with an NYPD badge in his hand.

"This man's full name is Felton Arthur Ames, 33, and he has a large history of illegal possession and sale of pills, and not long ago the NYPD's Organized Crime Section smashed the McBarra family's lair, and the person above this guy either went to jail or hung up.

As a result, his status in the McBala family has been rising, but according to sources, this guy has always been lazy and sloppy, and he is not very convincing. ”

"It's a good thing, most of the gang members have this virtue, so we can have a better life." Jubal Valentin put another picture on the screen with a note with a bunch of names listed in it.

"This was found by the prison guards of Lake Island in the cell of a member of the McBarra family, Felton Ames' name is at the bottom, and there are several still alive on it, apparently Felton Ames overstepped the rank when he first came to power, and some people may disagree with him.

Now, dig deep into this guy, as always, all the intelligence has to go through me first, get moving, guys, for the sake of Bell and Zidan. ”

Jack somewhat likes this direct commander, he doesn't talk nonsense the whole time, he is very similar to Hodchner after entering the working state, and the most important thing is that he is not always straight face like Hodchner, which makes people feel difficult to get close to.

Hodgner??? ┌(。 Д。 )┐

"As for Agent Jack Tawolle," Jubal Valentin looked at Jack with some hesitation, probably not sure how his boss was going to arrange this newcomer to BAU.

Fortunately, Dana Moge appeared at the back of the aisle of the large office at this time, and she took over the conversation directly.

"Jack is temporarily partnered with NYPD Detective Danny Reagan, and as a field agent, he spends a lot of time on the streets, which helps him get acquainted with the city."

Well, while her arrangement was somewhat unusual to have an FBI and an NYPD as temporary partners, it made perfect sense given Rossi's previous statements.

Thinking back to her previous appearance at the scene with the head of CSI's New York laboratory, it seems that the so-called joint action project is quite troublesome.

Under the care of the big boss, Jack's entry procedures are unusually simple, a small, maybe less than ten square meters of separate office has been prepared, Jubal Valentine also lost a car key to him, the standard configuration of field agents - Sabo class.

Jack's original Glock 22 pistol was fine, but he also brought two spare guns this time, and in addition to the FK7.5, the MK24 with the gold anchor logo needed to be re-registered.

In addition, he also brought a Noveske N4 from BAU, and he also needs to go through the process, and he plans to keep this assault rifle in the trunk of the Saabban for a long time, just in case.

In addition, his driver's license had to be renewed to New York State, and the administration issued him an additional cell phone and a new phone number.

The office was small, with only a desk, a computer, two chairs, and an empty bookshelf, but this was the first time Jack had a separate office.

Standing behind the floor-to-ceiling glass windows and watching the glittering lights of Manhattan at night, he grabbed his new phone and called CSI's Mike Taylor.

CSI's New York lab is quite efficient, and they've repaired the phone's memory chip and just recovered the full text message content from inside.

Jack asked Mike Taylor to send these directly to Jubal Valentine, as the latter had asked for it before, and as a newcomer, it was necessary to be careful with what he said and did.

Jie was also an old fritter in the workplace in his previous life, and the FBI is also a workplace, he has been in the limelight enough today, and it is not good for him to integrate into this existing team.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for Danny Reagan to appear at the door of his office, leaning against the door frame and tilting his head to Jack, "There's news from CSI, about the phone found at the scene, come along?" ”

Seeing that he was ready to make a big move, Jack knew it was time to go out soon, so he picked up the suit he had just taken off and put on the back of the chair, picked up the car keys on the table, and followed.

Jubal Valentin was always in the big office, holding a cup of coffee and looking at a stack of A4 papers in his hand, and when he saw the two of them, he threw the printout in his hand directly on the table and motioned for them to flip through it themselves.

"Wayne Pearson, the current number two in the McBarra family, is clearly the boss of Felton who stepped on his head in the first place."

Danny Reagan picked up the information on the table and skimmed through it quickly, and frowned habitually, "The message he sent to Felton was full of angry curses, and it did seem that there was a motive for the crime, but the street gangs basically only use guns, not bombs. ”

Jubal Valentin seemed to agree with his judgment, and he said noncommittally, "Maybe it's an escalation, and we still need to reintegrate the information, but for the time being, this is the only possibility." ”

The next moment, the analyst called up the avatar of an African-American man on the big screen, and Jubal Valentine slapped loudly, attracting the attention of everyone present, "Everyone listen, we now have a suspect, Wayne Pearson, find out about him." ”

After saying that, he handed Danny Reagan a note, "These are his three known strongholds, it's the NYPD's turn to go out." ”

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"How on earth did you manage to get the police out in time in such a traffic environment?" Jack is driving under the guidance of Danny Reagan while complaining about the bad traffic in New York.

You must know that not all police officers can sound the siren unscrupulously and rush brainlessly, and the silent police sometimes go to the police.

"Don't put too much faith in digital maps, there are plenty of alleys in New York that can be passed, provided you watch out for homeless people covered with cardboard, of course." Danny Reagan grinned, then continued, as if something had occurred to him.

"You know Jack, my partner is also called Jackie (Jackie), Jackie Curatora, we've been working together for three or four years, she's like my damn bad temper brakes, always guarding my back."

Jack raised an eyebrow, "Then please tell her and reassure her, I'm just temporary, not here to steal her grumpy partner, of course, even when she's not there, I don't have to worry about her partner's back." ”

Danny Reagan was a little embarrassed, "Well, you know I didn't mean that. ”

"I know, it's just a joke." Following his gestures, Jack turned into an alley and slowed down.

"Are we almost there?"

"Yes, our buddies raided Wayne's three strongholds, but they didn't catch him, and according to his men, he went to a strip club, just in front of 138th Street, named Maxie, and there was already a surveillance team watching across the building."

Danny Reagan put down his phone and pointed to the alley exit in front of him, motioning for Jack to park there.

So, how does the NYPD usually do it? Rush straight in and grab him? Jack said as he checked his pistol, although these eating guys maintain it every day, but as long as he has time before the action, he will check it more often, which is a good habit for him all along.

Danny Reagan watched him finish checking his saber and checking the spare gun, and he was so busy that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"Although I usually do this, there are too many people in there today, and the guy and his men are fully armed, so we plan to wait for him to come out before we do it."

He hesitated for a moment, and seemed to always feel that the painting style of the kid in front of him was a little far from the description he had heard before, and finally he couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I heard you're from the FBI's Department of Behavioral Analysis?"

"Huh? That's right, what's the problem? "Jack was a little puzzled, how did he not look like a BAU psychological profiler?

Danny Reagan gasped as if he had a toothache, after all, he had only just made contact, and he gave up his intention to get to the bottom of it, staring intently at the door of the club in the distance with a sign with the image of a dancing girl.

The two men squatted in the car like this, chatting with each other, and waited for nearly two hours before they saw a few black boys walking out of the club with a few scantily clad black girls in their arms.

Danny Reagan picked up his phone and turned it on, "Is it our goal?" Can you confirm your identity? ”

"Wait a minute, not yet, you need to see his face clearly, stand by." A reply came from the phone.

Jack's head leaned forward, and two black shadows could be seen looming on the roof of a small building opposite the club, and after improving his perception, he was able to notice that one of them was holding a telescope in his hand, which should be the NYPD surveillance team.

He retracted his attention to the door of the club, where a Nissan SUV was parked before, and one of the black boys put the black girl in his arms into the car, bypassed the front of the car, came to the door of the cab, pulled the door and got into the car.

Just as he turned around, Jack and Danny Reagan saw the guy's face at the same time.

"That's him."

"Wayne Pearson, he's right."

"Action! Let's go! ”

When Jack stepped on the accelerator, he directly sounded the siren, and at the same time, several NYPD police cars sprang out from an unknown corner, outflanking them from all directions.

"I hope I don't come out again"

Before Jack's words fell, he only felt that the damn sixth sense of the day had returned, and the cool air rushed to his back, and Danny Regan, who was beside him, was a little slower than him, and there was an indescribable expression on his face.

"Something is wrong"

"It's all parked, there's a problem!" Jack only felt that his cold hair stood on end, his scalp was numb, and he stepped on the brakes heavily, but before he could hang up the reverse gear, there was a loud bang, and a flame came out of the Nissan SUV in front of him, which exploded violently.

(End of chapter)