"Mr. Director." Erin's tone was a little angry, perhaps because Frank had just expressed confidence in herself, and in the blink of an eye she gave this hint to Jack, which made her look a little uncomfortable.

"The District Attorney of Kings has arrived, sir." At this time, the female secretary Baker knocked lightly on the door and reminded outside the door.

"Reception first, Baker." While speaking, Frank got up from his desk, and Jack hurriedly put away the materials and returned them to Erin, and then got up to leave.

The swab contamination incident involved not only the CSI New York lab, but also police labs in other states and territories, and the Manhattan District Attorney's Office was not the only one that needed to be busy, and Frank also had to receive prosecutors from other regions who came to report the situation.

The Chief walked up to his daughter and put his arm around her, "You know what? My dear, I still remember the way that bastard Reed laughed in the courtroom, and I won't forget the moment when he made a big deal about you.

No one can do that to the daughter of the Reagan family, and by the way, I'm glad you finally got rid of your ex-husband and changed back to your last name. ”

"I'm not going to let him get away with it." Erin bit her lip lightly, reached out to hug her father for a while, and then let go, and glanced at Jack as if she was nothing, looking a little embarrassed.

Jack almost whistled to the sky that he hadn't seen anything, but Frank apparently had something to explain to him, and he could only keep his head down behind the two and pretend to sort out the gun case.

Frank raised his wrist to glance at the time, then turned to Jack and said, "There's still an hour until the press conference, and before that you can try this gun at the shooting range of the police station downstairs."

Also, be sure to ask Baker for a business card and contact them directly, and they'll send the remaining guns and accessories to where you designate. ”

"Thank you very much, Director Reagan." Jack is sincerely grateful, this is a good thing for 1,000 dollars, and his small action group has limited funds, so he can save a little bit.

Coming to the underground range attached downstairs to the NYPD General Headquarters, and testing a few magazines with soundproof earmuffs, Jack was very pleased with the pistol, which was slightly heavier than the Glock 22, but much lighter than the FK7.5 that he had been using as a spare gun.

And the recoil of this gun is much softer than those large-caliber pistols, even if it is used by female agents, there will be no problem, and the most important thing is that the magazine capacity is the same as that of the Glock 22 is 15 rounds, which does not affect the "multi-hole party" people's persistence in emptying the magazine.

Seeing that the time was almost up, Jack took the gun back from the case and left the New York Police Department, and came to the police plaza opposite, which was now overcrowded, and reporters and do-gooders surrounded the podium on the steps.

Mr. Mayor, who was speaking, was a middle-aged man with white hair, who looked a few years younger than Frank, and sure enough, as Dana Moge said, judging from his remarks, he was indeed standing with the NYPD in this turmoil.

I have the impression that the mayor has always had a slight criticism of the NYPD, especially Frank, as if because the police commission, whom he had appointed, was not able to impress the people below him, so he resigned in a fit of rage.

Unexpectedly, in his speech just now, he took the initiative to promise to work with the NYPD to deal with the current problems head-on and strive to eliminate the negative impact caused by this.

Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he is trying to get re-elected, but just as Jack was thinking this, a reporter at the bottom asked a pointed question about what caused the problems in the DNA test.

The mayor seemed to be prepared, and turned the question to the head of the New York City Council's Public Safety Committee, a female African-American city councilor.

Then Jack knew why Mr. Mayor was standing with the NYPD this time, and the black aunt known as Ms. Collins came to the stage and directly pointed the finger at the mayor and the New York Police Department.

"In short, the city has tripled the number of crimes identified by DNA alone over the past decade, consumed a lot of government funding, and today has had catastrophic consequences

So the main problem is that our police are relying too much on DNA evidence, which is crippling municipal finances, and they're completely departing from the good way of handling cases in the past, which is the traditional method of collecting hair, fibers, uh fingerprints, and so on.

That's what should have been done by the police department's own evidence team, don't you think? Director Reagan? ”

Hearing this messy accusation, Jack in the audience could only shake his head secretly, and sure enough, Mike Taylor said that politicians would not let go of this opportunity.

The New York City Council's Committee on Public Safety is one of the NYPD's financial agencies, reviewing expenditures on city safety as well as some special grants.

He silently pulled out his phone and googled the background of the city councilor, and then noticed something interesting, the aunt was obviously an ambitious lord, not only participated in several so-called committees, but also had a supposedly well-funded campaign fund, and was currently running for mayor.

Obviously, even Frank didn't expect to be named in public, and for a moment, there was even a bit of confusion in his expression, obviously he hadn't gotten any news beforehand, let alone being attacked in public by a city councilor.

At this time, even the reporters in the audience looked at each other, and they didn't even have any surprise on their faces to catch the big news, if the congressman lady fired directly at the mayor, they could still understand, but what kind of trouble was it to attack Frank Reagan and the New York Police Department he led?

The people don't know what is going on, can they, the media reporters, still not understand what is going on? The NYPD and its subordinate CSI laboratories are technically victims of this incident.

And now that a bunch of criminals are about to be released into society, everyone is counting on the police to work hard to find evidence to get these bastards back to prison as soon as possible, and no matter how bad it is, they should appropriately increase the frequency of patrols near the residences of these bastards.

But Frank, who was named, apparently had no intention of correcting or refuting Ms. Collins's false accusations.

"I don't want to shirk my responsibilities as police chief, Madam MP." After saying this, Frank's old face twitched slightly, and then he squeezed out a smile, turned to the black aunt and nodded slightly.

"But please rest assured that this will never happen again, and we will send our own inspection team belonging to the NYPD to conduct irregular inspections of police equipment and consumables suppliers that may have hidden dangers."

"But the problem remains, and the most dangerous villain will soon be roaming New York City." An old acquaintance of the reporters in the audience, who is also Frank's secret lover, held up a microphone with the LOGO of the news station and said loudly.

"I know who you're referring to, and I still remember those days of fear, Miss Davidson." Seeing the tacit praise and timely appearance, the smile on Frank's face became much more natural.

"I want to use the media to convey our commitment to the general public, and the NYPD will do everything in its power to ensure everyone's safety."

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Half an hour later, still in Frank's office, standing and sitting, two men, old and young, lit cigars again.

After a while, Jack, who was leaning on the sofa, sighed heavily, "You should know, Frank, even if the FBI shoots the most dangerous villain to death, if there is no very reasonable reason or timing, at such a cusp, it will still cause an uproar of public opinion, right?" ”

Frank took a puff on his cigar and slowly exhaled the smoke for a moment, a sly smile on his face that didn't match his age.

"I'm afraid you've misunderstood some of my thoughts, Jack, and the reason I'm calling you and Erin together today is because I want you to focus a little bit on my daughter during this time to come."

"Huh?" This time it was Jack's turn to be stunned, this age difference is a bit big, not suitable, right?

Quickly dismissing this unlikely idea from his head, Jack's mind spun around three more times before he tentatively asked, "You mean to say that you want me to protect your daughter?" ”

Frank's eyes instantly sharpened, "Of course, what do you think I mean?" ”

"Uh" Jack didn't dare to show the slightest weakness of heart, and immediately puffed up his chest and said very righteously, "Of course there is no problem." ”

He immediately diverted the subject, "But can I know why?" ”

Maybe someone's acting skills were too superb and didn't show the slightest flaw, or maybe Frank didn't bother to dig deeper, he sat down on the sofa opposite Jack and flicked the cigarette ash, and then said in a serious tone.

"As I mentioned earlier, I once sat in on Erin's trial against Dick Reed, and the look in that brute made me sick, whether it's from the perspective of a police officer who has been a police officer for more than 30 years, or from the perspective of a father, you know what I mean?"

"I see." Jack nodded, and Frank suspected that the pervert might take action on his daughter after he was released from prison, so he hoped that he could keep Erin safe.

(End of chapter)