"What is this going on?"

The two men sat in the car, holding their heads in a cold sweat, the debris that had been blown up to the sky was being pulled back to the surface by the earth's gravity, and the ping-pong kept banging on the roof of Saboban's car.

Although Jack braked the car in time, the huge shock wave smashed the windshield into cobweb-like cracks.

The other two NYPD police cars were closer, only to hear Danny Reagan shouting into his cell phone to make sure anyone was hurt.

Jack watched all this in amazement, and there was only one thought in his mind, less than three hours after he got his Saabban, would Jubal Valentin agree to give him a new one?

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"In less than 12 hours, two explosions, 36 bodies, among them are two of our own agents, this is a declaration of war!"

When Jack returned to the center of operations alone, Dana Moge, whose face was pale with anger, was furious inside, no longer having the indifferent and elegant temperament he had when he first met.

No wonder she has such a big temper, as an FBI agent who walked out of the New York office back then, Dana Moge, who is now back in good clothes, came here with some ambition to be the leader.

As a result, only a month after taking office, she had just finished building the powerful team in front of her, and she was rubbed on the ground with her face, and the suspect was not even a well-known terrorist organization, but probably just some small street gangs grabbing territory.

Yes, that's what Jack came to after learning about some of the Clinton, or "Hell's Kitchen" gang forces, from Danny Reagan on the way back.

At the end of the last century, the NYPD spent considerable effort to clean up the original entrenched gangsters there, and with the improvement of law and order, and the development of the city, the geographical advantages of the area have become more prominent, and the New York City Planning Department has introduced a large number of new real estate developers.

With the rise of new residential and commercial buildings, and the influx of young white-collar workers and the middle class, the six-story red-brick apartments like the one Jack sees today have become one of the few gathering places for the few African-American people who are reluctant to leave the area.

All in all, today's "Hell's Kitchen" is no longer "Hell", but "Kitchen" has become somewhat worthy of its name, starting on 42nd Street, a large number of new and novel restaurants have been stationed, which is why Jack first chose this place when he first arrived in New York.

The prosperity of the neighborhood means the abundance of the police, and the result is that the arrogant gang forces are constantly suppressed and disappear, although it is impossible to talk about it, but it is their motto to keep a low profile.

Even so, the NYPD still has to plow again from time to time, not wanting too strong gang forces to appear here, and the previous McBarra family has become a rising bird and has been cleaned up fiercely.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that this territory has become fat in the eyes of some people, but even Jack doesn't understand why such a radical means of bombs would be used if he simply grabbed the territory.

Since the newcomer Jack can come to the conclusion that someone wants to grab the territory, the dozens of analysts sitting in the big office, and even Jubal Valentine, who is supported by the various intelligence systems connected to them, can naturally come to the same conclusion.

He didn't shudder because of the anger of his boss, he just waited quietly, and waited for Dana Moge to subconsciously restrain his emotions because he saw Jack who had just returned, so he slowed down his speech slightly and said,

"The McBarra family's No. 1 and No. 2 characters have now been killed, and they have been cleaned up very cleanly, so this matter doesn't look like an internal power struggle, but more like other gangs are trying to grab their territory.

There are only two gangs in Clinton District that are close to the McBarra family, the Bloodhound Gang and the Sex, Money, and Murder Gang, and I need their information now. ”

Jack found a table where no one was leaning against him and began to sing and harmonize with Jubal Valentine, "I learned from the NYPD when I came back that there is no gang around Clinton that has such an organization, or enough capital to swallow the McBarra family's territory in one bite.

The 'Bloodhound Gang' and the 'Sex, Money, and Murder Gang' are not qualified, the drug business in the hinterland is not a business without capital, and New York State is not a border state, and DU traffickers can make enough profits as long as they smuggle drugs in and sell them to those distributors. ”

Although someone's previous participation in the CIA failed at the official level, the information that Rossi gave him was not in vain, and in order to know himself and his opponent, he also learned a lot of interesting "knowledge" through an accountant who used to launder money for big DU owls.

So even if he is watched by so many people, Jack is still not in a hurry, talking eloquently, only those who have no goods in their stomachs will have stage fright, and now the knowledge about the DU Group in his mind is hot, and it is no problem to give a lecture on the spot.

"I looked at the types and volumes of McBarra family's shipments last year, and they bought heroin and phenolphthalein from multiple sources, ground them separately, mixed them together in a certain percentage, and then sold them at a total cost of no less than $10 million a year.

And their earnings are only $50 million a year, and after deducting the costs of maintaining sales channels and feeding those gangsters, the profit margins are worse than those restaurants in the Clinton District with Michelin stars. ”

These words caused a low burst of laughter, and even Dana Moge's face was slightly pale, and she stood aside and listened to his analysis with great interest.

"So the people we're looking for aren't local gangs, they're outsiders, and it's probably somewhere outside of New York City."

Jack shut up after saying the conclusion, now he is not in the BAU group can speak freely, and even occasionally overstep the bounds and give orders directly to the people below, Hodgner and Rossi will not care.

Jubal Valentine crossed his arms and held his chin in one hand, bowed his head in contemplation, and after quickly digesting Jack's tirade, he began to give orders.

"Ask the NYPD to collect the latest findings from all Street Patrol officers at its morning meeting tomorrow morning, focus on the gang forces that have newly entered New York City, especially in the Clinton District, in the past three months, contact the Department of Organized Crime, and cross-compare the information from both sides, and we need to make a list."

As his order was given, the operations center was lively again, and the sound of keyboards and telephones mingled.

"Jack, come to my office." Dana Moge turned around and left, and the crisp sound of high heels sounded in the hallway.

Jack hurriedly slipped Saboban's key to Jubal Valentine, clasped his hands together in the latter's bewildered expression, asked him to help with it, and followed.

Dana Moge's current name for Jack has gone from Senior Agent Jack Tavol when he first met, to Agent Jack later, and then to Agent Jack just now.

Everyone who understands what this change in title means, so although it is the first time he has been called into the office by his boss, Jack is as stable as an old dog and does not panic at all.

(End of chapter)