Mayor's office.

Sunlight fell through the window onto the yellow file bag, and you could see the raw edges on it.

The glass was put down, and Ethan patted the bag.

The inquiring gaze looked at Brock.

"You're right." Brock grinned at the spirits, cleared his throat, and continued, "Strangers from New York do show up in town, and they don't have an ordinary temperament. ”

"Ding-ding."

Knocking on the badge on his chest, the sheriff nodded and said, "There are some aura, and we people can easily sense it." ”

"There's a picture of me and Bunker."

"Rest assured, it didn't disturb them."

"Them?"

When Ethan heard this, he hurriedly opened the bag and poured out a few printed photos from it.

It's all candid photography from a distance.

There are three people sitting in the car, and some are inquiring about the news, all of them are young men in their thirties, and you can also feel from the photos that these people should be law enforcement officers.

Combined with a license plate in New York.

It can be confirmed that this is the person from the HR of the black police organization.

Looking at the photos, he smiled and picked up his glass, tapping his fingers lightly on it.

When something so big happens, HR will naturally send someone over to check on it, and the main thing is that they need to find Maggie, which is crucial for Simmons and the people behind him.

Not being able to find Maggie means that their investment is in vain.

Of course, Ethan's new inside line Cruz also made a report on this news, which can alert Brock and Bunker to the anomaly within the accurate time frame.

"I've looked into it, too."

Brock spat out a mouthful of wine and furrowed his eyebrows: "One of them is asking for news of Maggie, saying it's her distant cousin. ”

"Is there anything I need to know?"

"That's right." Ethan thought about it, but decided to tell the story: "You also know that Cruz is an undercover agent, and she is also a member of a black police organization in New York, and that organization, I suspect is the upline of the Brotherhood." ”

"The reason why these people came to Maggie should be because of the internal conflicts of interest in their organization."

"That's why I said she would be in danger."

Hearing this, Brock's face became ugly, and he didn't expect to pull out the black police organization in New York again.

As soon as you hear it, you know it's not easy to provoke.

That's not the point, the point is that these people are endlessly going to their own territory to do things, which makes him extremely unhappy, and small town sheriffs like them are creatures with an extremely strong sense of territory.

"What are we going to do?"

Draining the glass of wine, Brock slammed it on the table, "This is the damn Banshee Town, do you need me to have them all arrested?" ”

Now the police department is strong.

This guy is also a lot tougher when he talks.

"No, you don't."

Waving his palm, Ethan vetoed his idea: "What's the reason, these people haven't done anything at the moment, and this is not the first drop of blood, you can't expel them, right?" ”

Brock grabbed his head and nodded helplessly.

He also knew that his idea was not reliable.

It's just an indication of attitude.

"Leave them alone."

Ethan tapped his fingers on the table and said in a deep voice: "To put it bluntly, in the eyes of others, what we did a few days ago was business, if this black police organization is still sensible, they will not be stupid to provoke the police station." ”

"As for the rest, just leave it to me."

smiled faintly, with a hint of murder in his eyes: "I'm not the one who doesn't fight back when I'm beaten, so I don't have to be involved in this kind of thing, so you should be able to understand what I mean, right?" ”

"Understood."

Brock's heart trembled, and he hurriedly answered.

It's clear that there are still some things in it that I don't know, and it has also escalated into a personal vendetta.

People grow old and become fine.

Although he is not old, he is definitely a smart man.

There are some things that you don't need to inquire too much, just know what is going on, and you have to be a subordinate to have the consciousness of being a subordinate.

After a few more small talks, Brock quickly left.

Grabbing those photos, Ethan took a picture with his mobile phone and sent it to Harold's guy, and everyone agreed to share the information about HR, maybe there will be some unexpected discoveries.

"Toot toot."

Not long after the photo was sent, a video call request came from the phone.

When he presses Answer, Harold's big nose appears on the screen, and the camera zooms out, and the horse dog named Little Bear also appears in the corner of the room.

Looking at the background, it's still the same library last time.

"Mayor Morgan."

Harold pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and said in a loud voice: "Actually, I was just trying to contact you, the three photos you sent me, if you guessed correctly, they should all be from HR, right?" ”

"NYP!"

"Huh?"

Ethan was a little surprised: "Mr. Harold, how did you guess that?" ”

I just posted a photo.

There are no annotations.

"The reason is simple."

The opposite camera switched, and the whiteboard with the photo appeared on the phone screen, and Harold's voice sounded outside the picture: "The three people you sent over, all appear in my list!" ”

Looking at the whiteboard opposite, Ethan gasped.

On that whiteboard, there were dense photos, and if you counted them slightly, there were more than 30.

There are men and women.

Even Cruz's picture is on it, and Simmons is indispensable among them, all of whom are wearing New York police uniforms, and the man in the corner is one of the three guys he just sent over.

"Could it be?"

Ethan's eyes blinked, and his throat was a little thirsty: "The people above here, all of them are in danger of their lives?" ”

There are more people who kill themselves.

Thirty or so is not surprising, the main thing is that these are law enforcement officers.

It's a little scary.

To put it bluntly, even if only a third of the people on it die, it can cause an earthquake in the New York Police Department.

"It's unfortunate."

Harold switched the camera again, and his expression was a little surprised, so he spoke quickly: "Mr. Morgan should know the reliability of the information I obtained, and that's it." ”

After a slight pause, he continued, "I suspect that all of them are members of the HR organization. ”

"I contacted you this time to ask for help."

"To be honest, this list is horrifying, and I'm in dire need of someone who can help right now."

“OK。”

Ethan thought about it and immediately agreed.

Saving HR, to be honest, he has no interest in it, but when it comes to HR, it's another matter.

Harold was right.

So far, the other party's information source has been very reliable, so even if this guy doesn't send an invitation, he has to go to New York to find out the situation and why HR's people are on the death list.

Either way, something must have gone wrong with this organization.

This is something you can't miss.

(End of chapter)