Super Detective in the Fictional World

This must also be done.

The sheriff had to praise them for doing well when he arrived, otherwise he would be greeted by front-line policemen to his mother for months.

The police who moved NYPD were also found with iron evidence, and the vast majority of groups in New York had no choice but to disappear.

When the sun rises in the morning, Dustin's face is even more gloomy: "Start your relationship and scrape this Billy Jordan out to the best of your ability. ”

Qiao frowned: “Chief, this guy has no shadow at all, I suspect he has been exterminated. ”

Dustin: “We need to find his body, too. ”

John lit a cigarette and didn't look any better than Dustin: "Chief, this guy could be a cement mound now, going into the bottom of the Hudson River. Those people do this, they're very skilled. ”

Dustin turns a blind eye to someone smoking in his office: "Then you have to dig up the guy who threw Billy under the river and get out to work. ”

At this point, Connie knocked on the door and, with Dustin's permission, opened the door and penetrated a head: "Chief, Walter's surgery is complete and is now being sent to the ICU. ”

Dustin stood up and said, "How's he doing? ”

Connie sighed: "I'm not out of danger yet, at least not until tomorrow. ”

Dustin said, “Did you send someone to take care of his family? ”

Connie nodded: "Javier and Ryan are already there, giving the bureau a security signal every 10 minutes. ”

Dustin nodded: "Let them not be careless. ”

And after that, he looked at the people in the room and said, "What are you still doing here, waiting for me to send you lunch? ”

It's early in the morning, you can have breakfast too.

Dustin was obviously upset that a bunch of people were in his office, especially a guy who was unconscious and swallowed the clouds.

If this guy should be his second or third best shot, he'll have to put up with it.

Luke hit Selena gently with his elbow and the two of them flashed decisively.

Dustin is in a terrible mood right now, and he doesn't want to get moldy.

The crowd split apart.

Out of the room, John called Luke and came up and slapped him on the shoulder: “Nice work tonight. But if you act again, call me, and I'll be at least a qualified backup. ”

Luke nodded with a smile and gently smacked John's shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll call you when I get the chance. ”

I'm sorry if I didn't get the chance or it didn't fit. He added the last sentence silently in his heart.

John: “Well, that, thank you. ”

Luke: “No, Walter's my colleague, too. ”

Goodbye John, Luke and the others go straight home.

He and Selena worked late last night and can go home and take a nap.

The Bloodskeleton crew all entered the Headquarters Detention Unit, where they now have a large number of newcomers and seniors, waiting to learn their experience and credit from this group of scum, and the interrogation had nothing to do with them, the powerful ones.

When I came home, the gold was watching TV in the living room bored.

When I saw the two of them come back, it snapped.

Luke: "OK, we didn't even have breakfast. But you didn't feed yourself last night? ”

Gold: “Wow. ”

Luke: “Well, it's all digested. ”

The gold pieces came back last night when the two of us were working overtime.

It used to go out with two people at night, basically going home by twelve.

After all, a beautiful knife is a dog. It can be frustrating not to sleep overnight, and Luke and Selena don't have to stay up all night.

Wash for two, have breakfast, and pick up the information you brought back from the station.

Selena stopped working first: "There's no way to find Kim and that way. The crime occurred in the Brooklyn area and was perpetrated by a group in Brooklyn who directed the elders of the assailants to evaporate. Even if he did it, his hands and feet were too clean. ”

Luke nodded: “This guy can live under pressure from the FBI, DEA, NYPD, and it has to happen. Otherwise, RICO would have put him and his associates in jail. ”

Unlike some of the films Luke has seen in his last life, even as many as a million and a half members of the American gang are not as spectacular as they are in film and television productions.

In the case of LAPD and NYPD, for example, only headquarters have specialized bureaux of organized crime investigation, not exceeding 100.

In their day-to-day work, the Serious Crimes Unit basically covers their jurisdiction.

After all, gang members do what they do most often: robbery and murder.

The most common operation of gang members, trafficking in contraband drugs, is also being investigated by DEA (Drug Enforcement Agency), a specialized law enforcement agency.

And the FBI, a nationwide network, is robbing everything.

Often, the Directorate of Organized Crime Investigations acts only as an auxiliary to other departments, or only against a particularly egregious group.

As a result, their competencies are modest.

Even though there are tens of thousands of gang members in Los Angeles and New York today, it doesn't matter to the police.

Since the introduction of the RICO Act in the 1970s, gang bosses have either gone to jail or feel safe as rats in their stinking gutters, mixed in the dark corners of society.

It is impossible to enter the upper building brightly and positively as the leader of the gang.

Because the RICO Act does not need to prove that a person is involved in a crime, but simply that he or she is associated with a member of a group, including funds, activities or even mere contacts, and can be investigated until they are put in prison.

Since then, the bosses of the gang have been able to make a fortune out of their illegal business, spending their time on wine and wine, but no longer being able to join the powerful classes of American society.

Like the film's godfather, when the mayor shouts the rain behind the scenes, don't even think about it.

Most of today's gangs are just the bottom lines of American society.

Only in such exceptional circumstances as the California earthquake would the police focus on them and avoid their collective disturbances.

The rest of the time, they could only sink into the dark bottom of society, the great pond, like the sludge in the pond, and die silently.

Even if they occasionally ignited and bled, they would be like sludge stirred under the water, quickly precipitated, no longer attracted to the attention of ordinary people, and would not be able to cloud all the water in the pond.

In this respect, Kim and this presence are extremely rare.

The famous black dominator in the United States has reached out to the officials of several cities over the years, but no one knows what to do with him.

Because Kim and who the hell is he, where he is, nobody knows.

Even though many middle and senior members of the police have heard of the name Wilson-Grand-Fisk, the search for the same and similar names throughout the United States does not meet Kim's goals.

Obviously, like Kim and his honor, the name Wilson-Grant-Fisk is not the true face of black dominance's everyday activities.