The siblings' verbal war ended in Danny's fiasco, and they finally had to let Nelson Zhou go, but it wasn't just that he was angry.

Because Erin secretly closed the fast food box behind his back while talking to him, Danny didn't find out that his supper had been eaten until after she left.

"When the case is over, please eat something delicious, I have stocked up on some good ingredients recently." Jack, who was also half an accomplice, smiled and comforted him, picked up a stack of copies from the table that he had just thrown there, and read out the advertising slogan on it.

"What is this? Asian beauty, intimate accompaniment, $250 per hour, at least two hours each time, all matters are interviewed. So, that Nelson Chow is a chicken head? ”

"It looks like this, he runs a prostitution buying website, which is the only information about his little gang in the organized crime department." Danny opened the drawer and tossed the brochure inside, apparently his interrogation had yielded nothing.

"I suspect that Min Tae may be his recruit girl, maybe he has paid less money, or maybe he wants to escape from his control, so he threatens him with a gun."

"Perhaps." Jack's expression was noncommittal, and he got up to say goodbye, "Let's go back and have a good rest first, I will go to the CSI laboratory early tomorrow morning to ask for the autopsy report of Grant Lee, who was hit by a car and died, and then we will go to that Yijun Liu together to ask about the situation, maybe she is also working under this gang." ”

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Early the next morning, Jack made some beef roasted wheat for Hannah, who had been busy all night, and then turned around and went to CSI's New York lab, where he had just chatted with Mike Taylor when he received a call from Danny.

To his surprise, or to everyone's surprise, the patrol found a body in Dongcheng early this morning, it was Nelson Chow, who was released from the police station last night.

When Jack arrived, Danny was talking on the phone next to the blue Subaru Impreza WRX, "I told you you you should listen to your brother more, like locking up that Nelson Chow last night." ”

"Why?" Erin Regan, who was on the other side of the phone, was a little confused.

"Because he's dead." Danny saw Jack and waved at the corpse in the cab, motioning for him to take his own seat.

Jack pulled out his gloves and examined the body, while Danny continued to taunt his sister on the phone, "I'm standing next to his body right now, this guy has a hole in his head, he was shot and killed, it looks like a typical gang style." ”

"Did his accomplices do it? In this case, the victim goes missing, and both suspects are dead, and the case is closed. ”

Although Erin is from her professional point of view, this still makes Jack feel weird, what is this strange regret?

"I'm also confused, either because the Organized Crime Section has misinstated information about Nielsen Chow's small gang of less than 10 people, or there is something else going on in this matter.

But no matter what, Jimmy (James's nickname) is in big trouble this time, these people are so ruthless even to their own people, and now Jimmy is the only one involved. ”

"Yes, Jimmy's safety depends on the case being solved as quickly as possible, and there's a missing victim, you and Jack have to figure it out, brother." Erin was aware of this, too.

"Thanks for the reminder, dear sister, goodbye." Danny hung up the phone and muttered, "Now that I finally know I have a brother, why didn't I remember to leave me a bite of last night's lobster." ”

"Did you find anything?" He came to Jack's side.

"Although it was a close-range gunshot wound, I don't agree with your judgment that your own person did it." As he spoke, Jack took out a leaflet from the deceased's pocket.

"The person who killed him was passing on the message to the police." Jack pointed to the little coagulated blood and brain content on the corner of the propaganda monogram, "This thing was stuffed into his pocket, probably after death." ”

Danny didn't wear gloves and waited for Jack to put the flyer in a bag before holding it in his hand, frowning and reading out the line on it, "Have you heard of the Mott Street Charity?" ”

"Nope." Jack took off his gloves and took out his phone to search, "It looks like a community service center that offers free English classes and legal advice. There are even outpatient medical services. ”

"So you think we met a vigilante?" Danny's brow twisted into a strange shape.

"It's more accurate to say that it's a cut, maybe you should call your father or grandpa, I guess they should be able to ask something."

Jack has a guess in his heart, after learning about the history of Chinese gangs in New York, especially the decline of XX Hall, X-Gate Gang, etc., after the 21st century, or the process of whitewashing, he believes that Nelson Zhou's death is likely to be a kind of cutting between the old gangs and the emerging gangs in "Chinatown".

An hour later, in a historical-looking Irish café, Frank Reagan frowned and twisted into the same strange shape as Danny.

"Here's the autopsy report I got from CSI's lab earlier, Grant Lee, uh, the same accomplice who attempted kidnapping with Nelson Wednesday, and CSI found some fresh drops of blood on his clothes that didn't belong to him.

The droplets belonged to a woman, most likely the victim named Mintae, and the blood test showed that she was pregnant and about to give birth. ”

Jack finished and handed over the forensic report in his hand.

"If Mintae used to be a recruiting girl under Nelson Chow, but she is pregnant and definitely can't pick up customers, then why try to kidnap her?"

Danny was a little puzzled, even if the client had any special fetishes, he wouldn't do it to a pregnant woman who was about to give birth, unless it was for the sake of .

Frank already had a plan in his heart at this time, and his face returned to the usual calm breeze of the big guy.

"Now that everyone has given you a hint, why don't you follow the clues, as Danny always says, you go to that Mott Street charity.

I'll call a few 'old friends' who haven't been in touch for years, and to be honest, I don't really like dealing with Chinese who talk around corners, especially the old guys. ”

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Mott Street, also known as "Mott Street", is regarded as the main thoroughfare of New York's "Chinatown", and since its formation in 1890, the scope of "Chinatown" has expanded to include Kenny Street, Pendulum Street, Disclosure Street, Lafetcet Street, Bowery Street, and East Broadway Avenue.

Now, with the development of the times and the influx of new immigrants, Flushing in Queens is gradually rising, and this old "Chinatown" is gradually declining, just like the old-school Chinese gangsters who once entrenched here.

The Mott Street Charity is located in an old office building here, and the two were greeted by its director, Nicholas Cheng, a middle-aged Chinese man in his 40s, with black hair, a well-groomed appearance, but plainly dressed and fluent in English.

"Nelson Chow? I've never heard of the name, but we've helped a lot of people, maybe he's one of them? Hearing that the two police officers had just come to ask a question, Nicholas Zheng was very enthusiastic.

(End of chapter)