Danny went to the prison to collect letters from Dick Reed's fans, and at the same time went to his mother's house, saying that he had to knock on the door and see this guy at home to be reassured.

Don't look at this guy who usually looks like a powder keg, he is still a little anxious when he seriously handles the case, and under the appearance of the seemingly rough man, he actually has a rather delicate heart.

If it weren't for the fact that he came from a police family and was too old, Jack would have really wanted to try to invite him to join the FBI to make his own action team.

Although this guy's marksmanship is ordinary, and his physical fitness and fighting level are not satisfactory, he is not bound by rules and regulations, and has a great sense of justice, and is the kind of good partner who can rest assured that he can trust his back.

Seeing that the night was getting dark, and he made an appointment with Danny to meet him tomorrow, Jack first went to the courthouse to pick up Erin, and then drove to a small alley on the border between Chinatown and Little Italy.

The alley is deserted, and there are few shops at first glance, but there is a large sign that stands out, and a large wooden revolver hangs under a large sign with red letters on a white background.

This is the most famous Jovino gun shop in New York City, and one of the few remaining gun shops in the New York city area, which was founded in 1906 by John Jovino, the famous mafia boss of the time.

Five years later, in 1911, the shop was sold to the Imperrotto family, but the name did not change, but continues to this day.

Interestingly, in New York, where gun control policies are strict, the reason why this gun shop, which is still part of the mafia family, still exists today is because one of its major customers is the New York City Police Department.

According to Henry Reagan, when he was the commissioner, the NYPD General Office was across the street from the gun shop, and there was even a tunnel between the two, so that the police could buy a gun and go directly through the tunnel from the police station.

Jack had come to pick up the gun, and the business card Frank left for him was the contact information of the gun shop, and he was already very curious about the legendary gun shop, so he simply came to visit.

The manager of the gun shop was an old Chinese man in his sixties, with full white hair and an antique .380 caliber Beretta 84FS pinned to his waist, and Jack noticed that his holster was placed on the belt buckle on the left side, and he still looked left-handed.

Seeing Irene, the Chinese old man greeted her very warmly, and the two seemed to be very familiar with each other, and Erin directly called him Uncle Charlie.

If an ordinary person buys a gun for personal use, even if he is accompanied by the daughter of the director, Jack doesn't want to run the entire process in one day, New York State's gun control policy is extremely strict, and the procedures are surprisingly complicated.

But official use is another matter, Jack showed his ID, and old Charlie just picked up the desk intercom to confirm it briefly, and then took out the document and signed it for him.

After completing the formalities smoothly, Jack also had the leisure to look at the gun shop, only to find that the seemingly ordinary storefront actually had another mystery, the glass doors were all thick bulletproof glass, and there were sensor strips attached to them, which were connected to the alarm device.

The same is true for the counters for the exterior displays, with two cameras on each wall and the corridor leading to the inside.

Including the intercom at hand of old Charlie is also very interesting, listening to the content of his call just now, you can know that this intercom is directly connected to the NYPD General Bureau, which seems to be an ordinary gun shop, but in fact it has a lot of mysteries.

Of course, it wasn't all about the drop by that with Erin, Jack bought a Beretta BU9Nano semi-automatic pocket pistol in addition to the Sig Sauer P320-XTen that Frank had given him and an additional batch of 10mm Auto pistol rounds.

This gun was given to Erin for self-defense, she had a gun license but never carried a gun with her, after someone explained the stakes, the eldest lady finally nodded and agreed, at least this time will carry this gun with her for self-defense.

Old Charlie warmly invited them to the indoor shooting range behind the store to test the gun, and after firing a few magazines, Jack found that Irene's marksmanship was actually quite good, at least not inferior to Denny, it seems that even if she did not become an NYPD, she still inherited the blood of the Reagan family.

Early the next morning, as agreed with Frank, Jack and Dana Moge arrived at his office together, and then unsurprisingly met an acquaintance who was not an acquaintance.

When Baker, the secretary, ushered the two into his office, Frank's confrontation with a city councilor lady was coming to an end.

"So you're looking for me to settle old scores? It was just some political offense, not a personal vendetta. Although the city councillor didn't know Jack or one of the FBI's assistant directors, the dress and temperament of the two were enough to make her feel uneasy.

"Actually, Ms. Collins, what you said before me helped me a lot about the old ways of handling cases by the police."

As he spoke, Frank got up and nodded slightly to Jack and Dana Moge, motioning for them to sit down on the couch of the hospitality first, but did not mean to introduce each other to each other, while Baker, the secretary, stood beside him with a few documents.

Frank slowly removed his reading glasses, leaned back against his desk, held a thick pile of materials in one hand, and looked condescendingly at the nervous congresswoman.

"That's probably what happened, I just looked through some files and found that you were once scrutinized for being awarded a municipal contract without bidding, but for some well-known reason, it was later described as a 'horrifying' misunderstanding, I wonder if you remember?"

The female city councillor, known as Ms. Collins, glanced uneasily at the two people sitting on the couch not far behind her, and then tried to suppress her anger and the volume of her own speech.

"It's all in the past, I'm innocent now."

"That's true, but it also reminds me why you deliberately made things difficult for me at previous press conferences, whether in good faith or with bad intentions, and it kept me up in bed.

You know I have a lot of old friends in the city, so I asked them to help investigate the "White Tip Cotton" company that was causing trouble all over New York City, and was surprised to find that your husband's name appeared among the actual partners of this company. ”

"There's no need for me to sit here and listen to you talk nonsense." The female city councillor was about to get up subconsciously, but Frank stepped forward to block her and fell back into her seat.

"I'm not done yet, Ms. Collins." Frank smiled and nodded to the secretary Baker, who placed the documents in front of the female city councillor.

Baker had dark bags under his eyes that neither of the two foundations could conceal, but he was in high spirits, and he spread out the information in front of her with a smile on his face, and pointed out the circled lines and numbers on them.

"In a series of special grants approved by the Public Safety Committee for various NYPD departments, particularly the logistics department and forensic labs, I have found that a significant portion of them are missing, and this amount is just in line with some of the numbers in the sources of the campaign fund."

"Enough, I don't want to hear that, I don't know when the NYPD will also work part-time as a DOI (New York City Bureau of Investigation, responsible for anti-corruption) investigators."

The female city councillor got up angrily, grabbed the bag in her hand and was about to leave, but this time she was blocked by Baker, not to mention that although she was Frank's secretary, as a member of the NYPD, she was also a female police detective.

"The consequences of embezzlement are serious, and I just did a simple investigation, of course, the NYPD does not have the authority to do this, so I invited the head of the FBI New York office, Ms. Mo Ge, I'm sorry I was rude just now and didn't introduce you both in time."

With that, the smile on Frank's face faded and he made a gesture of encouragement to Jack and Dana Moge.

(End of chapter)