Frank just walked out of 22 Mott Street with a smile, apparently being tactfully confirmed by some people, so he complained about the Chinese's tactful speech.

Since the other party has shown sincerity, he naturally put his mind at ease, after all, the prestige of the triad was too strong back then, and many names of the hall are still fresh in the memory of the old beauties.

After confirming that his youngest son was not being targeted by the triad, Frank's mood naturally improved, and he nodded frequently after listening to Jack's analysis, and then asked about the progress of their investigation.

"Can't we get those old guys to help find out what happened to that girl? It sounds like they're still the real masters of Chinatown. After Danny finished talking about the situation they had so far, he humbly asked his old father for advice.

Frank shook his head and motioned for Jack to explain the joints to his silly son.

Jack coughed lightly, "They can't do anything more, because in their eyes, the police are just as untrustworthy, and after killing Nelson Chow, they completely dissociated themselves from that little gang."

It's not a gesture of goodwill, you can see it as a small tacit understanding. ”

In fact, there is a kind of frightened bird smell between the two sides, Frank, as the director of the NYPD, does not want the Chinese gangster to rise again and make waves, because the law and order in New York City is already overwhelmed by the Black Lives Matter problem tossed by the Donkey Party.

In the same way, those old guys at 22 Mott Street are so easy to wash their hands and go ashore, so why bother to get their hands dirty when they can continue to live a free life on their legitimate income.

"It seems that this is the case, and the good news is that the last remittance was made five days ago, and it was paid by a couple by check, and the address is here."

Jack split the remaining information in his hand in two, and handed the thick part to Erin Reagan on the other side, "These are the previous remitter records, handed over to your district attorney's office, this is the latest couple, Danny and I are going to visit the house, are there any questions?" ”

This "kind" gynecologist goes to the Mott Street Charity Society clinic every Thursday for free consultations, and coincidentally, he has a young and beautiful Chinese wife, whose full name was Nancy Zheng before marriage, and the kind-hearted Nicholas Zheng before him happens to be a brother and sister.

But these people don't say that they have injected any new blood into the Chinese gangs, and even brushing dishes are not the opponents of the old Mo today.

Today, unlike in the past, many of the Chinese living in Europe and the United States in their early years are now the second, third, or even fourth and fifth generations of "ABC" Gaohua, and most of them are eager to truly integrate into the European and American circles, even if they do not hesitate to dress up ugly and dress themselves up to cater to the so-called European and American "aesthetics".

This also includes some "second generations" who "escaped" and claimed that they were persecuted, who had a lot of money in their hands and only wanted to enjoy a luxurious life, such as a certain female singer with a tactful voice and a slim voice.

Thankfully, Liu had given them enough information, and the FBI analysts had no trouble finding the gynecologist named Warren Wakefield, whom Jack and Danny decided to get rid of.

"6 to 70,000 babies?" Danny was thoughtful.

Jack placed a thick stack of documents on Danny's desk, "We tracked down a Gibraltar-based holding company that receives fifteen to twenty fixed wire transfers between $60,000 and $70,000 a month, you should know what that means, right?" ”

He took out a loan in the Hamptons to buy a mansion worth five million, as well as a private yacht, and even rented a special private jet for travel. ”

As for those who came to the United States because they longed for paradise, many of them, like the original generation of immigrants, set foot on this land and became destitute for various reasons.

"It's all right, and although this doctor seems to be from a clean middle-class background, his expenses and income are quite mismatched.

"Of course there is a problem." Danny snatched the information from Jack's hand and slammed at his sister, "You owe me an apology, dear sister." ”

"Isn't it just a lobster?" Erin's eyes widened in disbelief, "You're still holding a grudge." ”

"Hey Daddy, why are you here?" Just when Danny thought she would give in and apologize, Erin suddenly straightened up and said behind his back.

"What? Dad didn't just go back to the office. Oh! Taking advantage of Danny's distraction, Erin kicked him on the windward bone of his calf, and then grabbed the data with his height advantage and walked away.

"You're dead, little bucktooth!" Danny slumped into his seat, rubbing his leg in pain.

It's really an "enviable" brother and sister relationship, Jack secretly sighed in his heart.

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"The price of an IVF set ranges from $12,000 to $15,000, and we tried four times, and Dr. Wakefield suggested we should adopt."

In an upscale apartment on the Upper East Side, a young middle-class couple hosts Jack and Danny, and upon hearing about their intentions, the Phelps couple talk about their bumpy journey toward a child.

"So did Dr. Wakefield make any other suggestions? Or something like that? Danny asked.

"Uh" Mr. and Mrs. Phelps glanced at each other, apparently realizing that there must be a reason for the police to come to the door, and after a moment of hesitation, Mr. Phelps told the truth.

"He suggested that we adopt a Chinese baby, and his original argument was that mothers who grew up in that conservative society neither smoked nor used drugs, and that Chinese were smarter and would perform better in American society."

Hehe, Jack sneered in his heart.

"Did he tell you where the child came from?" Danny continued.

Mrs. Phelps was stunned by this question, and Mrs. Phelps smiled a little awkwardly, "Of course it's from China." ”

"Dr. Wakefield has told us how these children were obtained. Belch. Orphans? Jack gritted his back molars, slightly controlling his emotions.

"He said that someone would bring the child to us, his wife is Chinese, and he has a ZZ background, so we don't need to fly to China to go through the adoption procedures."

It was evident that the Phelps, who were genuinely eager to have a child, had even bought a crib and placed it in the living room, surrounded by toys and baby items.

Technically, they're victims, and Jack can't be too harsh, but it's time for them to know the truth.

"In fact, you have been deceived, and we believe that the child who is waiting for your adoption is from 'Chinatown', not far from here, where someone has specially 'bought' babies for adoption."

"Oh God!" Mrs. Phelps covered her cheeks, and her eyes turned red, apparently aware of the wrong.

"Did he tell you when you would see the child?" While the other party's emotions were not out of control, Jack hurriedly asked the key question.

"Uh" The husband and wife looked at each other and hesitated, but the husband still said, "At first, he said that the due date was this week, but when I reconfirmed with him before, he was a little vague.

But he sent me a message early this morning, saying that it should be tonight, and we will be able to see the child no later than tomorrow morning. ”

"Oh God, oh God, are we not going to get this child too, woo woo woo." Mrs. Phelps fell into her husband's arms and wept bitterly.

"Thank you, the information you provided was very useful to us." Danny didn't care about comforting them, and quickly got up to say goodbye, thinking with his ass that Mintae must still be caught by the other party, otherwise how could that bastard be sure that the time was tonight.

(End of chapter)