At 9:55 p.m., in the Dodge Hellcats, Danny in the passenger seat dialed his dad Frank.

"Dad, we really need some serious support, there are too many of them, even if our whole family goes out, including grandpa, we can't surround them."

Following Frank's instructions, he and Jack secretly followed Malefski and found the meeting place of the "Blue Templars", a private snooker club.

In order to prevent being detected by the other party with professional sensitivity, Jack did not use visual tracking, anyway, the GPS on the car was under the monitoring of the FBI, and he simply followed him all the way here from a distance of five or six hundred meters.

When he noticed that the other party was starting to slow down and was about to stop, he chased after him, and watched as the two men in Malefski's car got out of the car, and then met the two people in another car waiting on the side of the road, and the four of them walked into the club with a large and heavy travel bag in their hands.

Danny had heard Daddy's rejection of Jack's proposal to dispatch the FBI-SWAT team, and he couldn't help but be a little anxious at this time, in his opinion, this special operation to eradicate the mole must be kept strictly secret internally, so where would Daddy find someone to support them?

Jack is an old god, Danny is really a little concerned and messed up, Frank is not the leader of the airborne department, he has come to his current position step by step from the bottom, how can he not have a reliable force of his own.

It's not a big deal to have one or two moths among his trusted men, Frank has experienced too many storms and waves in his life, and if nothing else, he was already a senior member of the NYPD at 911.

Jack doesn't have much knowledge of the NYPD, but there are too many police gangs like the Blue Temple within the LAPD, to say the least, a dozen.

Of course, it may not be bold enough to kill the director's son, but it can also be judged from the previous monitoring recording that Joey Regan's death was not premeditated in advance.

Let Jack speculate that he is biased to suspect that Joey Regan's undercover agents have been too successful, so that the "Blue Templars" completely regard him as their own, and take him into a raid similar to the one against drug dealers a few days ago.

It's not hard to guess what happened in it, it's nothing more than that Joey Reagan needs to kill one or two drug dealers with his own hands and hand in the petition to officially join the gang, and the latter may hesitate, or simply have a showdown.

This is also the reason why Jack hates being an undercover agent, and only by colluding with the same stream can he gain trust, but if the undercover agent really wants to do this, the psychological problems are secondary, and after he goes back, he will be guilty of breaking the law by one more degree.

Less than ten minutes after Danny hung up the phone, two police armored cars with their lights off appeared at the intersection, followed by a series of black-painted SUVs that appeared out of nowhere like ghosts, and in a few moments, they quietly parked the entire street.

"Uh, it's ESU," Danny looked at the squad of fully armed SWAT team members in black military helmets who looked like soldiers as he got out of the car, his mouth opened slightly, and he looked slightly stunned.

The two got out of the car together, a Saab class stopped in front of them, the passenger door opened, and a senior police officer in a black suit and white shirt with slightly gray hair got out of the car first, and then respectfully opened the back door.

This senior police officer Jack doesn't know, but this face often appears on TV, it seems to be a certain assistant chief of the NYPD, and the only person who can make him so stylish is naturally Chief Frank Reagan.

Frank, dressed in a black coat with a suit vest and tie, got out of the car with a blank face and led the way to the club dozens of meters away.

Danny and Jack took two quick steps to keep up with the big guy's pace, and behind them were Hannah, Jubal and James Regan, who had just arrived, and more than fifty ESU SWAT officers wore hard bulletproof vests and armed with various colored spears and automatically divided into two teams, guarding on both sides.

The streets were silent on both sides of the street in the dim light of the streetlights, save for the slight metal clashing of the loaded guns and the soft clatter of military boots against the ground.

This is the momentum that the big guy should have when he appears, Jack automatically matched Chow Yun-fat's exclusive BGM in his mind.

Frank stood at the door of the club, his hands in his pockets and tilted his head slightly, one team of ESUs bypassed him and surrounded the entire building, while the other team dispersed to the front and rear doors, just waiting for an order.

"Danny, Jack, over to you." Frank's tone was calm and concise.

It was probably the easiest kicking mission Jack had ever performed, and the music in the club was so loud that everyone gathered in the largest pool room.

On the pool table were four travel bags, neatly stacked and wrapped in wrapping 100 dollars, and Sonny Malefski was standing in the center, around whom a crowd was happily splitting the money.

"Don't move! Hands up! ”

"Don't move! Don't move! ”

"Up! Above! Above! ”

"Stand still and don't move!"

The ESU SWAT kicked open the door and rushed in, and the loud voice directly overshadowed the deafening music in the room, like a basin of cold water poured on the heads of every black police officer at the scene.

"You all know the process, put your hands where I can see them, don't be stupid! If anyone dares to move, I don't mind sending you all to God! ”

Danny took the lead, followed by his younger brother James, and on the side of the two brothers, the ESU SWAT kept pouring in, surrounding the people inside.

"Let's go!" Jack, who was following them, ripped off the wiring to the stereo, and the loud music came to an abrupt end.

"Face the table, put your hands on the table, everyone, move quickly!" Danny grabbed a detective by the collar, looked him in the eyes in anger, and then pushed him angrily.

The room was silent for a while, and none of the black policemen who were pointed at gunpoint dared to squeak, obediently facing the table, bending down, and putting their hands on the table, they knew better than anyone the consequences of their daring rash actions.

Jack's eyes swept away, and there were no less than twelve people on the list, all of them here.

Frank still maintained the posture of putting his hands in his pockets, and walked into the room unhurriedly, an old face was not angry and arrogant, his eyes swept over the faces of every black policeman at the scene one by one, and every time he recognized a person, the killing intent in his eyes was even worse.

Finally, his gaze fell on the face of one of the deputy captains of the Ministry of Internal Affairs closest to him, "Alex, frankly, I did not expect you to be among them at first. ”

Behind his hands, Alex Bello was being handcuffed by James, and when he heard this, he raised his head, and his face was still a little unruly, or rather a broken jar, "There must be a villain in every show, isn't there, Frank?" ”

"Don't take yourself too seriously." Frank replied lightly, looking at him as if he were looking at a clown, and then stopped paying attention to him, and took two steps forward, his gaze swept over everyone's faces again.

"Before I strip you of your badges, I have a question that needs to be answered."

A group of black policemen put their hands on the table, and when they heard this, they all lowered their heads, and no one dared to look at him, and a few even let out a few low whimperes.

Seeing this scene, the killing intent in Frank's eyes was even worse, and the smart man had actually guessed what question he wanted to ask.

When Frank's gaze returned to Alex Bello's face again, he, who had been holding his head high for the last second, also hurriedly lowered his head and stole a glance in the direction of the billiard table.

"Which of you killed my son!" As soon as Frank's words came out, the black policemen at the billiard table bent lower, and they hung their heads silently, but from time to time someone secretly turned their eyes to the person who was standing in the middle to divide the money, Sonny Malefski.

Frank's eyes twinkled, and he turned to the bar and swept all the bottles and glasses to the ground, which fell to the floor with a crisp shattering sound that scared the black cops.

Because no one could see the expression on his face at the moment, but his tone was calm and full of anger and pain, and even a trace of imperceptible choking, "I ask again, who shot my child!" ”

Seeing that everyone was looking at him in unison, Malevsky smiled wryly, and raised his hands away from the table, while also straightening up and facing in Frank's direction.

"I just want to tell you that he didn't get a warning, I gave him a lot of opportunities, and I told him over and over again in his ear that as long as he pulled the trigger and killed those two drug dealers, it would be as if nothing had happened.

Why are you all so stubborn? Joey is like that, Danny is too, and even the youngest kid, Jimmy, right? ”

He raised his hands and slowly walked to the pool table, with a self-deprecating smile on his face, facing the three men of the Reagan family.

"I'm sorry, but I want to emphasize one thing, it's not a personal vendetta, and I don't want to target Joey."

Danny gritted his back molars and pointed at his muzzle trembling with anger, "It's a personal vendetta for us, you idiot." ”

The moment Sonny Malewski stepped forward, Frank had already turned around, staring at the other party with a blank gaze, and seeing that he had finished talking nonsense, he walked towards him with a slightly staggering step.

In the face of Frank's suffocating oppression, Malewski suddenly showed a hint of determination on his face, suddenly lowered his raised hands, reached into his arms and pulled out his own gun.

"Don't move!"

"Sonny, don't do anything stupid!"

At the moment when Alex Bello's deputy exclaimed, and Danny nervously aimed the gun at his head and was about to deduct it, the Glock trigger in Jack's hand had been slightly deducted, and then returned to its original position.

Because Malewski was not intent on fighting to the death, his muzzle was not pointed at Frank, but against his own chin.

(End of chapter)