Maybe the actual amount received is not so high, after all, it is unlikely that the drug worth 12 million will be sold at the original price, but even so, the final cash income of these two sums should not be less than 20 million.

It is still unknown how many members of the "Blue Templars" participated in this series of black-eating black cases, even if they are counted as more, 20 people are evenly divided, and one million per person, which is extremely rich.

In fact, the NYPD's pension system is quite acceptable, and the specific plan is a bit cumbersome, usually calculated based on the number of years of service plus the extension of retirement time as a weighted item.

Danny, for example, joined the police at the age of 25 and retired when he was 45.

Assuming that his salary in the last year before retirement is about $110,000, his annual pension is about $58,000, or nearly $84,000 if he is willing to work for another five years.

When Danny has completed 30 years of service, that is, he chooses to retire at the age of 55, his pension will even exceed his annual salary in the last year of his employment.

Considering that there is a high probability that the people involved are veteran police officers with rich experience, such as the only one they have now identified as Detective Malefski, who has worked for more than 25 years, Frank's use of the pension analogy is quite vivid.

"We tracked this gang of drug dealers for almost two years, but because some dirty police officers came out of nowhere, it fell short, and everyone involved in the operation was very unhappy.

However, considering the long-term relationship between the DEA and the NYPD, we still arranged the follow-up clean-up work, and now that all the undercover personnel have been evacuated and the relevant informants have been protected, it is up to you to take action. ”

Once in the car, he handed Jack a note with an address in Uptown.

"I think I owe Dana a great favor." How could the veteran Frank not guess that behind this incident was the credit of Dana Moge's mediation, although his relationship with DEA was indeed good, but it was not to the extent that the other party suffered a loss and took the initiative to show goodwill.

After making the DEA's attitude clear, Dorne exchanged pleasantries with the two again before leaving, and before leaving, Frank expressed his gratitude again for the kindness conveyed by the DEA.

Jack stopped on the side of the road, and Frank got out of the car alone, walked quickly to the door of one of the houses and knocked on it.

However, Jack still made a sudden realization, saying that he was innocent and innocent and didn't know about it, in fact, although he had some guesses, after all, he sent a message to his female boss who was still in Washington DC after the scene last night, but he didn't expect that there were so many stories behind it.

A white woman in her 50s opened the door and couldn't help but look surprised at the visitor, "Frank, oh, no, I mean, Lord Chief." ”

"No, it's just a little personal matter, not to mention that I already have a driver." Frank smiled at her and walked briskly into the elevator.

Although this long-legged beauty with blonde hair is less than 30 years old, she is one of Frank's absolute henchmen at work, and her level of observation is also top-notch.

"Are you free? Get in your windy Dodge and take me out on some errands. ”

"Hello, Alice, can you call Gerry for me?" It can be seen that both parties are old acquaintances, and although the old woman who Frank calls Alice has changed her name to the director, she is more joking.

It's a pretty nice neighborhood, with three-story townhouses just across the street from a park, and while it's not as sparsely populated as Los Angeles has a lavish front lawn, it's still decorated with flowerpots under the steps in front of the house.

Although he received another piece of bad news, Frank's spirits lifted a little, and his heart seemed to be temporarily no longer immersed in the grief of his son Joey's death, and he stepped forward and patted Jack on the shoulder.

"Sir, do you want me to arrange a car for you?" Baker, the female secretary sitting outside the office, saw that Frank and Jack were both wearing coats and walking out of the room, and quickly got up to ask.

There was also a DEA informant among the four dead last night, and Dana Moge didn't tell him in advance, only hinting that he should visit Frank this morning.

As the chief, Frank usually goes out, and a bulletproof version of the Saabban car and full-time guards are a must, but today is a little special.

"Oh, of course, Gerry! You can never guess who is coming. Alice turned back into the room and shouted, then apologized, "I'm sorry I was rude, please come in, Frank." ”

"No, it's okay, it's just a little thing, I won't go in." While the two were greeting, a white man about the same age as the old woman came to the door and was surprised to see Frank, "Director?!" ”

Frank smiled at his wife, Alice, again, and nodded slightly at Gerry who came to the door, "Excuse me, Alice, Gerry, take me for a walk." ”

As they spoke, the two walked across the street together, and at the same time Jack got out of the car, dressed up his trench coat to cover his waist and armpits, and followed them a few steps away like a bodyguard.

"How is your family?" Gerry didn't know the reason for his director's visit, but they were all old friends who had known each other for decades, and he didn't think much about it, and casually greeted him.

"Thanks to you, they are all fine, how are you in your family?" Frank replied with a slightly perfunctory remark, his face becoming gloomy.

"Sean was a lacrosse coach at Stony Brook University, and Tina had just conceived her third child, a girl." It can be seen that this Gerry should be a middle- and high-level police officer in the NYPD, and his life can be regarded as happy.

He didn't notice Frank's suppressed anger, and he was still talking, perhaps really thinking that his director was just passing by and remembering an old friend to talk to him.

The two came to the side near the neighborhood park, and Frank slowed down and interrupted the other person with a straight face.

"On August 15, you issued an order for the destruction of confiscated weapons, but some of the 9 mm Glocks were hidden, who did you give these things to?"

Hearing this question, Gerry was struck by lightning, and the whole person suddenly visibly languished, "God"

"I should have guessed that sooner or later there would be such a day?" Jack stood in the distance without saying a word, wilting in his heart silently helping him to add the second half of the sentence.

Gerry, who was originally smiling, seemed to have lost his sense of direction, and spun around twice in a daze, and sat down on a bench in the park by the street.

Frank stood in front of him, as if looking at a pile of garbage, and his face was a little more impatient, "You have ten seconds, or the condition will be nullified." ”

"What conditions?" Gerry asked in a trembling voice.

Frank is impatient to bargain with him, "Your only condition, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6"

Listening to this countdown, two names immediately popped out of Gerry's mouth, "Okay, okay, don't count, it's Ait Buchanan and Will Atwater, from the Anti-Narcotics Division of the Manhattan North District Bureau." ”

Frank looked suspicious, he knew Gerry's position very well, and it was impossible for him to hook up with two detectives for no reason and make such a dangerous deal, "That's all?" ”

"These are the two detectives who made a deal with me." Gerry was scared.

"And one more name, the one who pulled the strings out of it, the one who got you to such a situation, I'll find this person, you know what I'm going to do, 3, 2, 1"

Tsk, is this the coercion of the big guy's full aura, Jack, who was watching the play not far away, was amazed in his heart, if only he could be so easy to try the case himself.

In the NYPD, this senior police officer who should usually wear a white shirt, a golden wind belt on his head, and a pine-brimmed police hat is like a helpless young child in front of Frank at this moment, and he actually cried directly.

"Teddy Chabin, 31 Precinct."

Seeing his embarrassed appearance of crying with a handful of snot and tears, Frank lifted his suit jacket, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him, his original majestic expression also fell, and he looked back at Jack behind him, his face was full of helplessness to promote his ugliness.

"What are the conditions?" Gerry couldn't wait to find out what punishment he was going to receive.

"Tomorrow morning, I will see your badge and pistol appear on the desk of your branch chief, and the money you received from private transactions can be kept as your only pension in the future.

I don't want you to show up in any NYPD precinct again, including going to a retirement party, or even wearing a baseball cap with the NYPD on it, and not telling anyone why. ”

(End of chapter)