As they spoke, the two of them came to an apartment on the third floor, only to see two corpses lying in the hallway leading to the living room at the entrance, both with pistols at their waists, but they had not drawn them.

Through the hallway through the living room, there were two corpses lying against the wall in one of the rooms, both with pistols stuck in the back of their waists but they didn't have time to pull them out.

There were still some white powders left on the table in the room, and Jack, who had been dealing with poison a lot lately, knew what they were by just shrugging his nose.

"It's quite tacit." Jack had Danny stand at the window of the living room, and he was standing in the door of the broken room, intending to revisit the scene.

"First kicked open the door, then pointed a gun at the other party, shouting 'police don't move', and the two younger brothers in charge of guarding the door raised their hands very obediently.

Then the other two people climbed through the window in the living room and took the opportunity to sneak attack, shooting from the side, the gun line just avoided the teammates, very professional. ”

After speaking, Jack walked a few steps forward to the door of the room, faced the two deceased inside, raised his hand and simulated the shooting posture, "The two drug dealers who were trading also did not dare to draw their guns, and they consciously raised their hands against the wall, and then they were executed, and then all the cash and drugs in the transaction were taken away." ”

He then looked at Danny suspiciously, "Why do you say there are at least four people, is there a surveillance camera nearby?" ”

"This place would be destroyed even if there was surveillance." Danny said this with a look of dismay, apparently he had already asked a similar question and had received an answer that disappointed him.

"I deduced from the rules of police operations, and it takes at least two people to get a frontal kick on the door to ensure that the two bodyguards in the hallway obediently raise their hands and surrender.

"Don't worry, dear, we are a husband and wife for life, just at work, of course." Danny also made a joke, he had just sent his partner away so that he could communicate with Jack privately.

And there must be at least two people coming in through the window, otherwise the two bodyguards can't all be shot in the side, and the people in the front should also shoot at the same time to be safe. ”

Even if the 10 million dollars are all 100 yuan bills, they will weigh more than 100 kilograms, and it is indeed difficult for two people to easily take them away with the poison.

Four people are just right, holding a bag in one hand and a gun in the other, or two people are in charge of carrying things, and the other two are on guard.

It seemed to make sense, and Jack looked at the traces of the white powder being dragged out on the long table in the room, and there were at least two large travel bags on it, such a large transaction volume, and at least tens of millions of cash used for trading.

"Are there any eyewitnesses in the neighborhood?" He turned to his partner and asked.

However, there is one thing that CSI can do, and that is to examine the ballistics of those bullets on the corpses.

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The next morning, in Frank Reagan's office.

Frank Regan hung up the phone in his hand, his brow twisted into a knot, and he groaned for a while before he pulled out two cigars from the humidor on the table, threw one to Jack, and lit it for himself.

"Yes, I'm Reagan, is the IBIS (Integrated Ballistic Identification System) out of the picture? Okay, I see, thanks, Mike, please keep this a secret for me for the time being. ”

"CSI will take care of the rest." Although Jack didn't have much hope for this, whether it was a dirty police officer or not, the methods were quite professional, and there would not be too many traces left.

What Jieji complained about at the beginning just now was obviously because of this, "Nothing was found, except for the two people next door who heard 'police don't move' next door, no one dared to come out to take a look, and when they heard the word police in this kind of place, even a cockroach would be frightened and turn around and run." ”

"God, spare me, Danny, did you send your good partner away to ask for the transcript just to get another love?"

Danny complained to his NYPD detective partner Jackie, walked into the apartment with a pen and notebook in hand, and when he saw that it was Jack, he smiled and joked with the two.

"The CSI lab said the pistols that fired those bullets came from a batch of confiscated weapons within the NYPD that should have been destroyed long ago."

He exhaled a heavy puff of smoke, "To be honest, even I didn't know who I should trust for a while. ”

Jack took the cigar and lit it, but did not pick up the stubble, just listen to this kind of words, there is no need to echo it.

However, it is normal for Frank to feel this way, he was already the chief of police when his son Joey had an accident, and his eldest son-in-law died, whether it was an accident or not, the NYPD Department of Internal Affairs will definitely scrutinize it.

Maybe Frank was negligent in this matter, or maybe he didn't expect his subordinates to dare to assassinate his son, but the experienced man really didn't see any clues from the investigation report of the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

This kind of thing is easy to think about and fear, does this mean that the Ministry of Internal Affairs, which maintains internal discipline within the NYPD, may also have "Blue Templars" people.

On second thought, this seems quite reasonable, if the other party is not someone in the Ministry of Internal Affairs, I am afraid that the rumor has already reached the ears of Frank, who is the director.

The two men remained silent, one sitting behind his desk, the other sitting on the sofa opposite him, muttering clouds and fog while pondering, when there was a sudden knock on the door.

Frank's female secretary, Baker, was choked by the smoke as soon as she opened the door, and she hurriedly covered her nose and walked quickly to the window, opening the window to breathe in first, and then looked at the silent two with some surprise.

She had met Jack several times and knew his identity, but as Frank's secretary, it was the first time she had seen her boss smoking a cigar with someone in the office, and her expression was so serious.

"What's the matter, Baker?" Frank snuffs out the cigarette butt in the ashtray.

"DEA Operations Director Dorne wants to see you and say he has important information to share with you about the drug dealer raid that happened in Harlem last night." The female secretary stood by the window and replied, waiting for the cool autumn breeze to sweep away the smoke in the room, and then closed the window.

"Let him in." Frank nodded, and when he saw Jack getting up from the sofa as if he was about to go out for a while, he hurriedly raised his hand to stop him.

"Since it's about last night's case, Jack, you might as well stay and hear what the important information is."

A short time later, the female secretary, Baker, led a burly bald black man in.

"This is the FBI's senior agent Jack Tavol, and he was involved in last night's case." Frank took the initiative to introduce the two.

"Is that Jack Tawolle?" The DEA Operations Director named Dorne seemed to have heard of Jack, and his expression was surprised with a little subtlety, "The DEA owes you a big favor. ”

"That's the result of the joint efforts of many departments." Jack was a little modest, who made him the youngest and least experienced of the three people present, and this Director of Dorne looked to be in his forties.

The three of them exchanged pleasantries for a while, and the senior official from the DEA looked slightly hesitant, and after a little hint, Frank made it clear that he had asked Jack to attend, and he made it clear.

"That's probably the case, those killers most likely had a police background, and in last night's 'massacre', one of the deceased was a secret informant for the DEA, and we have reason to suspect that someone obtained information about this transaction through him by virtue of his police status."

"Do you have proof?" Frank asked quietly.

Director Dorn nodded, "As we speak, the surveillance recordings are being compiled and will soon be delivered to you, and we have confirmed that the owner of one of the voices is from the NYPD, but we can't determine who it is. ”

"Only one? It is clear that this must be a gang crime. ”

Frank communicated with Director Dorne in detail about the current situation, but omitted the section about the "Blue Templars", and he admitted that there was indeed a group of ghosts within the NYPD, and the reason why Jack, the FBI, appeared in his office was also related to this.

"What is the total amount involved in this transaction?" Jack remembered his discussion with Danny last night, and since there was an inside line of DEA among the dead, they must know about the deal.

"Based on previous transaction records and the intelligence we already have, it is estimated that there are about 12 million in cash and pure heroin worth the same amount." Director Dorn pondered for a moment, then gave a staggering number.

"That's a lot of pension." Frank snorted coldly, if you add Danny's previous confirmation, the same black and black case that happened in the South Side of Brooklyn last month, that guy made more than $30 million in less than two months.

(End of chapter)