Super Detective in the Fictional World

How do the U.S. police legally shoot a suspect in the interrogation room? Of course, the fishing technique that Luke used to play —— luring the suspect to pick up the gun.

This method can also be greatly simplified - by proactively shoving the gun into the suspect's hand and then shooting it, the world is cleaned up.

The police officers involved in the case were demoted after investigation at the most, and were only improperly policemen.

As long as there's no video, and the suspect bites and tries to grab the gun, any more doubts can resist the past.

Luke looks good: "We are law enforcement, of course, and strictly observe the discipline of the police, I'm just a reminder to you. ”

Joe:... just fucking blow it! You think we're unfamiliar with the business? It's just not generally necessary.

Joe left with a contemptuous look on his face, but his heart was mumbling: this guy, he's not as honest as he seems.

Joe took it for granted that this guy and John had killed more than fifty gangsters together.

This dark monster detective, if Mo had followed the rules, would have been killed by bandits long ago, how could he have lived to this day?

John will be back soon.

He was deeply shocked by the efficiency of the Bureau.

Most of the time, he had to dig people up.

This time, he beat up the second gangster, and before he had any useful information, he was brought back to try the prisoner.

Walking into the interrogation room, he glanced at the observation room on the side: "Who's over there? ”

Joe: “Don't worry, it's Connie, Luke and Selena. ”

John: “Where's the director? ”

“The Director said he was reporting to the sheriff and would not be next door for an hour.” Joe said.

John pinched his fist and looked at the suspect in front: "He underestimated us, didn't he? It's the same rule. ”

Joe looked at his punch the size of a sandbag and grunted and spit: “Wait, do I need to remind you that was me last time? ”

John glanced over at him and said, "Is that you? ”

Joe: “I've been fucking swollen for a week, drank for days, lost five pounds, you forgot? ”

John slapped his forehead: "Sorry, maybe I haven't had a hangover since last night. ”

Joe: “Flower Q! It's only twelve o'clock, and it's not over yet. Stand over here. You stand over here. ”

John: "... be gentle, we have a case to investigate. ”

Joe: “Don't worry, it'll swell your face for up to three days. ”

John: “OK, that's three days.” He stood in front of Joe with his eyes closed.

Boom!

“Fako!” John scolded, and the whole person stepped back and hit the wall: “You're definitely retaliating, it's definitely not just swollen for three days. ”

Joe slowly retracted his fist: “Last time, you said you only let me swell for three days. ”

John rubbed the mumps that had swelled up, stood up straight again, and pulled out his gun: "Okay, let's get to work. ”

Joe pulled it out of his pocket, took out a handcuff key, and walked over to the suspect who had already seen the fool: “Hold your sight, don't hit me. ”

John grinned: "Don't worry, I know this. ”

The suspect looked at the handcuff key and suddenly realized what the two men were doing. He shouted in horror: "No, don't come near me! No, don't! ”

In other words, he would think the two were acting.

But today he was arrested as an assault suspect, and he did knock a cop out with a stick, so the other party's move was not necessarily a joke.

Next door, Luke and Selena, one lollipop at a time, held their chests in front of a one-sided mirror and nodded.

Luke sighed: "Look, it's so professional. First take a punch, nail down the results of the suspected assault on the police, then proceed. He's an old spy. He's got a good technique. ”

Selena frowned: "If we do the same, will you hit me or will I hit you? I don't want my cheeks swollen for a week. ”

Luke shrugged: “Hit me, I'm more resistant. ”

Selena nodded satisfied: "Well, I'll train and try to control the swelling for two days. But we shouldn't use it often. ”

Luke didn't think, “One more option is good. It can't be too light. It won't work when it's too light. ”

Connie's side on the side: “You...”

Luke flanked, smiling at her: "Learning the work experience of our predecessors will make our newcomers progress faster. ”

Connie:... so you're just gonna learn from the two bitches next door?

The next thing you know, it's easy.

Suspects who have been booked for assault on police guns and are likely to be killed at any given time, the psychological defense line was rapidly broken down and everything was decisively told.

In fact, he made the right decision.

John did have plans to shoot this guy, or he could have been seriously injured.

Anyway, there's another suspect he can bet on.

Suspects can't gamble.

However, the interrogation was not very good.

The two belong to a group called Bloodskeleton, which is a professional fighter.

Their boss is Billy Jordan.

Attacking Walter was the task entrusted to them by their boss, Billy.

And this blood skeleton is just a bunch of people eating mixed meals in Brooklyn, and there are about fifty skeletons, and there are over a hundred peripheral bulk horses down there.

This small group, no more than 200 and no more than one hundred and eight in Brooklyn, has no direct affiliation with Kim Jong's forces.

It's impossible to rely on the statements of these two guys to grab Kim and his little tail.

Dustin had appeared silently in the observation room, listening silently to two blood skeletons making confessions and looking pretty ugly.

Luke pulled over and lowered his voice: “The man who planned this was too cautious and his hands and feet were clean. Unless that Billy confessed to him, it had nothing to do with his power. ”

Dustin certainly knows who Luke said “he” was.

In a moment of silence, he said: "Now the whole police department cancels their leave and comes to the police station immediately to report. You tell John to come out and wait for him to lead the operation. Tomorrow morning, I want no more bloodskeletons in New York. ”

Luke: "Yes, sir. ”

Though he is the best fighter in Dustin's hands, in this massive operation, John, the police station's old gas strip, is better suited for front-line command. After all, he is familiar with the police department and allows them to maximize their capabilities.

Dustin also sold these old strips to get revenge on Walter himself, which would benefit his next director's career.

After a busy night, the police department clerks came back to work overtime.

They need to deal with a bunch of phones, confessions, arrest warrants, these things, not much easier than the detectives who captured them.

But no one complained.

Detective Walter, a veteran of the Bureau, was seriously injured, and if the Bureau didn't react, who else would be afraid of the Bureau in New York after that?