Watching the young FBI hold back his anger, bang the gas pedal and leave, Lyle Greeney's originally smiling face instantly became gloomy.

Hurriedly returned to his office, he waved his hand to signal the female secretary who wanted to come forward not to disturb, closed the office door with his backhand, carefully locked it, walked to the desk, took out a prepaid mobile phone from the drawer, and pressed the power button hard.

At the same time, on the corner of the street on the side of the district prosecutor's office building, the Dodge Hellcat stopped on the side of the road, and Jack, who was still aggrieved just now, seemed to be a different person, and he had lost the stunned virtue of the hairy boy.

He parked the Hellcat behind a nondescript gray van, got out of the car and walked to the side, raising his hand and knocking rhythmically three times on the door.

The car door opened, revealing Danny's haggard appearance, and seeing that the anxiety in his eyes had gone seven points, Jack knew that their plan had succeeded.

"How's it going?"

"That beach boy took the bait."

In the monitoring car converted into an ordinary van, the dignified director of the NYPD was hunched down in a small seat at this time, listening to something with headphones on, turning his head to see him getting into the car, turning his head and showing a smile, which made Jack suddenly feel at ease.

Frank put down his headphones, as if he was very disgusted by some scum, and sighed and said, "These authorized surveillance data are enough to convince the Department of Justice to launch a full investigation into Lyle Greeney, and the rest is up to you." ”

"I'll definitely get Linda back safely." Danny's frowning brow finally eased a little, and he nodded.

——

"Right at this address, across the street there is a dark brown old Chevrolet with two FBIs in it, you have to act as soon as possible, the bailiff will take her away early tomorrow morning, and you must not make too much noise.

And the detective's wife, you must not hurt her, and when the hearing is over tomorrow afternoon, she must be sent back intact, otherwise you will wait to bear the wrath of the NYPD and the FBI. ”

Jack turned off the audio file he had just received and patted Danny on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Linda will be fine." ”

Danny still kept a straight face, and the worry in his eyes was much less, replaced by a burning rage.

The two of them switched back to the strange-smelling, rather inconspicuous old Fox sedan, which was parked in a small alley not far from Sylvia's safe house.

From their current perspective, they just had a good view of the safe house and the situation across the street.

As time passed, the sky grew dark, and the house was lit up, and the light reflected a graceful female figure in the living room on the windowpane through the thin curtains.

At the end of the road not far away, a large truck slowly approached, and Jack pushed Danny, who was asleep in the driver's seat.

"Wake up, there's something wrong with that car."

"Damn, when did I fall asleep." Danny wiped the corners of his eyes, looking a little annoyed.

This guy has been busy solving the case since he witnessed David Terry being shot and killed by Raimondo Salazar on the street, and he hasn't had much rest, and since his wife was kidnapped, he hasn't seen much of it for two days and one night.

After listening to Lyle Greeney's surveillance recording just now, my mood relaxed slightly, and I couldn't bear the sleepiness and slept for more than an hour unconsciously.

After all, not everyone can be like someone who can drive a golden finger like a little superman, and still be energetic without sleeping for two or three days, in fact, even Jack, the more important tasks he faces, the more he will race against time to rest.

"I'm guessing the car broke down in the middle of the road before the car and the house were monitored." Jack had already guessed the Elmaar gang's plan, and they didn't dare to shoot and kill the two police officers protecting Sylvia in the street, so they could only think of a trick to control them.

As he expected, the big truck drove halfway through, and finally after making a strange sound, it completely stopped moving, and its broken down position just blocked the view of the surveillance vehicle.

"Attention units, prepare for action, our guests are coming." Watching a familiar Mercedes-Benz Model G SUV turn around the corner and speed towards the safe house, Danny grabbed the walkie-talkie.

On the other side, two plainclothes police officers who had been sitting in the car also seemed to sense that something was wrong, and got out of the car and showed their badges to the two drivers of the large truck, who were pretending to be renovated cars, and loudly ordered them to move the car, but they were immediately held to their waists by two pistols.

At the same time, the Mercedes-Benz big G, which was speeding towards the safe house, stopped directly on the lawn after a screeching brake sound, and a white man jumped out of the car, which was none other than the second leader of the Elmaar gang, Raimondo Salazar's most trusted subordinate, Lupino.

"Confirm the goal, act!"

Seeing that Lupino ran two steps fast, stepped forward and kicked open the door and rushed into the house, Danny directly sounded the siren and drove out, and five or six plainclothes police cars flashed colorful police lights from all corners and surrounded the big truck.

"Lay down your arms and get on your knees!" Under the pressure of more than a dozen black holes in the muzzle of the gun, the two Ermar gang thugs with a bewildered face subconsciously threw away the pistols and obediently knelt on their knees.

Seeing that the two colleagues who acted as bait were safe and sound, Danny breathed a sigh of relief, waved his hand to have the two thugs cuffed, and walked briskly towards the safe house.

On the other side, Lupino, who had just broken through the door in a menacing manner, had already raised his hands over his head and retreated from the room.

This was followed by a group of heavily armed ESU members (NYPD SWAT) and Danny's female partner, Jackie, who was a little older but really in good shape, and pretending to be Sylvia in her early 20s through the curtains didn't show off her stuff at all.

"Bang!" Danny, who stepped forward quickly, threw Lupino to the ground with a heavy punch, followed by a violent beating on him.

"Where's my wife?"

"Bang! Boom! ”

"Say! Where is she? ”

"Bang!"

However, his violent beating was exchanged for a hideous smile, and Lupino spat out the blood foam in his mouth, revealing his blood-stained teeth, "I said that you have a beautiful wife, Detective Regan." ”

"Fakyou, you Gou Niang!"

Danny's right hand, which wanted to pull out the gun again, was held down by Jack, and his partner Jackie hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the detective who was so angry that he almost lost his mind.

"This person is handed over to us, you take the two guys over there back, and give gag orders to all the police officers involved in the operation tonight, you only caught two Elmar gang thugs, understand?"

Jack's words made Jackie look back in surprise, and Lupino, who fell to the ground, realized that something was wrong and wanted to scream, but was knocked out by Jack's seemingly light kick.

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Half an hour later, on the side of the inaccessible river beach under the 53rd Street Bridge, the Mercedes-Benz Big G slowly stopped, Jack opened the car door, went around to the back of the car, opened the trunk, and lifted out Lupino, who was as limp as a dead dog.

"It's the first time I've known that there is such a desolate place in the bustling Big Apple."

Danny, with a calm face, hummed and pulled out a shovel and a plastic pail full of gasoline from the trunk.

"This is what my grandfather told me, and in his half-truths and half-truths, in the eighties and nineties, it was used by some police officer to deal with some troublesome gangsters."

Jack smacked his lips, but for a while he couldn't tell whether it was true or false, let alone the eighties and nineties, even now, the impression of Detective Hank of the Chicago Police Department seemed to like doing this.

He leaned over to remove the dirty cloth from his mouth, and the joints of his limbs were removed, and like a maggot, he chrysalis on the ground to keep away from the two demons, and he took a big breath of fresh air, and then let out a girl-like scream.

"You're the police, you can't do this, help! Help me! ”

Unfortunately, his screams didn't reach far from the riverbank, and were drowned out by the sound of the Hudson River crashing on both sides.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The shovel rubbed against the rough sand on the river beach, making a crisp metallic sound, and by the time Lupino shouted hoarsely, a tomb of nearly a meter had already taken shape.

"I'm sorry, I can't dig anymore, six feet (the standard grave depth in European and American funerary cultures) should be useless, and three feet will be used."

Danny tossed the shovel aside, walked over to Lupino's side, lifted his foot and kicked him down the pit with great effort, then opened the plastic pail and poured all the gasoline inside.

"Finally, again, where is my wife?"

With a click, Danny lit a cigarette with a lighter and crouched down on the edge of the pit, the faint light of the cigarette butt flickering in the night river breeze.

"Ahem. You can't do that, you can't." Unable to move, Lupino choked on the pungent smell of gasoline and coughed.

"Okay, then I'll ask someone else, you still have three subordinates, I will bring them here one by one, there will always be someone willing to talk." Danny stood up and took the cigarette he was holding.

"At 2064 Fifth Ave! She was tied up in the basement by me, only I knew there, no one guarded, no one hurt her, I told you all, stop! ”

(End of chapter)