"Wait a minute, you're playing the bad cop." Before entering the interrogation room, Danny pointed at Jack, making him stunned and almost laughing.

"Are you sure?" Jack really wanted to find a mirror to put in front of this guy so that he could take a good look, the so-called good cop and bad cop said that naturally one sang white face and the other sang red face during interrogation.

But let this guy with a straight face all day long pretend to be a good person, why does he feel so unreliable?

"I'm serious." Seeing Jack looking at him with a strange expression, Danny quickly explained, "I said before, I visited the mother of Brother Terry yesterday, and I think this is a good breakthrough. ”

"Okay, it's up to you." Jack took the information in his hand and put it under his armpit, rubbed his face vigorously, and tried to make a fierce look.

Pulling open the door of the inquiry room, Jack stepped inside, threw the information in his hand on the table, and sat down across from Mark Terry, staring at each other without saying a word with a cold look in his eyes.

Although Mark Terry is a black man, he is a typical Wall Street elite, with suits and leather shoes, shiny high-end leather shoes, and diamond-encrusted tie clips.

"Uh, thank you for coming, Mr. Terry." Danny then closed the door to the inquiry room and gave Jack an introduction.

"This is Jack Tawolle, a senior agent at the FBI."

Mark Tyley, who was already a little frightened by Jack's cold gaze, moved his ass a little uneasily, "What does my brother's death have to do with the FBI?" ”

Jack bluntly threw a picture in front of him, "We've found your brother's killer, Raimundo Salazar, the boss of the Elmaar Gang, don't you have anything to say to us?" ”

"I'm sorry, I don't know who this is." Mark Terry's facial muscles twitched, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

The acting skills are so poor, looking at his pretended relaxed expression, Jack knows that this guy has been frightened, and the normal victim's family members can't have this reaction anyway when they hear that the police have identified the murderer.

"Of course you know that you're the one who laundered money for the Elmaar Gang, didn't you?"

"Of course not." Mark Terry forced a smile on his face, as if Jack was telling a joke.

"You think I'm here as an FBI agent to have fun with you? Let's open up and talk about whether the little commission you earn on Wall Street is not enough to spend, or is there something else going on? ”

After Jack finished speaking, he stared into the other person's eyes, and on the other side, Danny leaned against the door, also silent.

The barely squeezed smile on Mark Telly's face faded away, and the relaxed expression he pretended to be was gone.

"If you have evidence, it's not just the FBI who is here, there should be people from the Securities and Exchange Commission who came to revoke my license, so you're just bluffing me."

Jack glanced at Danny and signaled that it was time for him to play.

"Please, Mark, there are no fools here, we're not, and I'm sure neither are you." Danny stepped forward and leaned against the table in front of Mark Terry, facing him.

"That guy is the drug lord who killed your brother, David is a good guy with an innocent background, he doesn't take drugs, he doesn't smoke, he doesn't even have a problem with alcohol, if it weren't for you, why would Raimondo Salazar do this?"

Seeing that this guy simply shut his mouth and didn't say a word, and put on a posture that I have the right to remain silent, Jack spoke again.

"So what did you do, Mark? Stealing money from Raimondo Salazar? Or did he secretly hide some evidence and intend to blackmail him? ”

"Of course not!" Mark Terry had a look on my face, "That's Raimundo Salazar!" ”

"So you admit you know Raimondo Salazar, right?" Danny held out a finger and poked him hard in the shoulder, motioning for him to look at him.

"Your brother David was shot three times in the chest on the street, and he took his last breath in my arm, and you're going to let that bastard get away with it? You two are the only ones left now, don't you plan to avenge your brother? ”

The muscles on Mark Telly's face twitched, his eyes flickered a few times, avoiding the gaze of the two, and his tone involuntarily softened, "Listen, I really don't know why Raimondo Salazar killed my brother." ”

"Of course you know, don't dare to say it, you coward." Jack snorted.

Mark Telly's face turned red, and he held back for a long time, and suddenly roared, "I told you, I really don't know!" If you hadn't told me that Raimondo Salazar had killed my brother, I wouldn't even know he was back in New York.

You don't know anything, if he knows what I said to you, he won't let me go, I still have to support my mother, she has only one son left, and if something happens to me, Raimondo won't let her go! ”

"Hey, hey. Hey. Calm down, boy. Danny reached out and pressed his shoulder to calm him down, "You should do the right thing, think of your heartbroken mother, you were there yesterday when I was inquiring about her, don't you want to do something for your brother?"

We just need to know where to find Raimundo Salazar, and I will personally testify that he killed your brother, and this matter is only known to the three people in this room, there is no video here, no audio recording, you can rest assured, OK? ”

Mark Terry looked at him, then at Jack, with a tangled look on his face, and hesitated for a moment before gritting his teeth and asking, "You promise?" ”

"I swear to God." Danny raised his right hand.

"Raimondo Salazar has a girlfriend in Harlem named Sylvia, and he goes to her almost every time he goes back to New York." Mark Terry closed his eyes, and a look of relief appeared on his face.

"Where are we going to find this Sylvia?" Jack asked.

"She works at a beauty shop on 125th Street."

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Three hours later, on 125th Street in Harlem, in an old Focus sedan, Jack in the passenger seat was looking across the street into the beauty shop, and through the large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, a beautiful Latino with a graceful figure could be seen busy inside.

"Why does the plainclothes police car issued by your police department smell so strange?" He opened the window glass on his side, letting the hot and humid fresh air dilute the strange smell of cold air in the car.

Danny seems to have been accustomed to this, "We don't have as much money as your FBI, these cars are all public, and when we watch all night, we have to eat and drink in the car."

"Uh" Jack's face turned green, "Don't say any more, next time I'll use my car, although the back seat is a little squeezed, it's not completely impossible to sit down." ”

Danny glanced at him with a look on his face that had made you not listen to my advice before.

Seeing that the coolly dressed Latina beauty in the store began to pack her things and get ready to leave work, Jack got out of the car and trotted a few steps across the street, standing by the lamppost not far from the store.

Seeing Sylvia leave the beauty shop alone with a brand-name bag, Jack followed two steps, walked to her side, and hugged the other party's waist.

"Sylvia, policeman, follow me." Jack's movements were concealed and quickly flashed in front of her, originally thinking that the handsome guy in front of him had recognized the wrong person, but some inexplicable Latin beauties stiffened, and glanced left and right in a little panic.

"Just a few questions about your boyfriend Raimondo Salazar, I don't want to get into trouble for you, I've been waiting outside for two hours, and you don't want to be too eye-catching, right?"

As he spoke, Jack led her across the street, like a couple in a hurry, back to the Fox car.

"I haven't heard anything about Raimondo Salazar." Seeing Jack open the back seat door and try to get herself into the car, Sylvia was a little annoyed and wanted to refuse.

"Get in the car, I've given you enough respect, and I hope you can be more interesting." Jack seemed to be a gentleman holding her arm, but the strength of his hand did not allow the other party to refuse.

Sylvia snorted and sat inside, covering her nose.

"Alright, Sylvia, tell us about him, Raimondo Salazar, your boyfriend, or to put it another way, your 'sugar daddy'?"

Danny, in the driver's seat, looked back at Sylvia and showed her a picture of a drug lord.

"I haven't seen this man." Sylvia turned her head, she was only in her early 20s, in the prime of Latino women's lives, and just a little pink on her face set off her beautiful looks.

Danny ignored it and continued to show her the rest of the pictures, "Well, then maybe you've seen some of the people he killed, like this one, he was stuffed into an oil drum and doused with gasoline and burned alive.

Oh, and this one, he was buried directly alive. ”

Seeing that Sylvia just turned her head, she continued to look out the window of the car, looking indifferent, and Danny took out a photo of David Terley's body lying in a pool of blood after being shot in the street.

"And what about this? Died yesterday, David Tyley? ”

Sylvia suddenly turned her head, stunned, the expression on her face instantly frozen, and neither blush nor lipstick could hide the color of blood that quickly disappeared from her face.

Seeing that her lips trembled slightly, and her eyes moistened and turned red, Danny and Jack quickly exchanged a look, already knowing it in their hearts.

"Looks like you know him?" Jack took the picture from Danny and deliberately placed it in front of Sylvia, as if to make her see it more clearly.

"No, I don't know," Sylvia's lips trembled, and although she still tried to deny it, her eyes couldn't take her eyes off the picture in Jack's hand.

"Really? Raimondo Salazar fired three shots in his chest, just last night. Jack deliberately handed her the photo in his hand, and Sylvia subconsciously took it, covering her face with her other hand sadly.

(End of chapter)