This matter must be done in this way.
When the sheriff comes, he has to praise them for a job well done, otherwise he will be greeted by the front-line police about his old mother for several months.
The NYPD police were mobilized and solid evidence was found. Most of the gangs in New York were wiped out.
As the morning sun rose, Dustin's face became even gloomier: "Use your connections and do your best to get this Billy Jordan out for me."
Qiao frowned: "Chief, there is no trace of this guy. I suspect he has been silenced."
Dustin: "Then find his body."
John lit up a cigarette, his expression no better than Dustin's. "Chief, this guy is probably a cement block at the bottom of the Hudson River. Those guys are very skilled at this."
Dustin turned a blind eye to someone smoking in his office: "Then you should also dig out the person who threw Billy into the river and go out to work."
At this time, Connie knocked on the door, and after getting Dustin's permission, she opened the door and poked her head in: "Chief, Walter's surgery is complete and he is now being sent to the ICU."
Dustin stood up. "How is he?"
Connie sighed, "He's not out of danger yet. He'll have to wait until tomorrow to stabilize his condition."
Dustin hummed, "Did you send anyone to take care of his family?"
Connie nodded. "Javier and Ryan are already there. They will give the station a safety signal every ten minutes."
Dustin nodded: "Tell them not to be careless."
After saying that, he looked at everyone still in the room and said, "What are you still doing here, waiting for me to give you lunch?"
It’s early in the morning now, so if I have to eat, I’ll have breakfast.
Dustin was clearly annoyed by the presence of a bunch of people in his office, especially one unselfconscious, chain-smoking guy.
But this guy was probably the second or third best fighter among his men, so he could only endure it.
Luke nudged Selina lightly with his elbow, and they both quickly left.
Dustin is in a very bad mood now and he doesn't want to get into trouble.
Everyone dispersed.
After leaving the room, John called Luke and patted him on the shoulder. "You did a great job tonight. But if you take action again, remember to call me. I am at least a qualified backup."
Luke smiled and nodded, then gently patted John's shoulder: "Don't worry, I'll call you when I have the chance."
If there is no opportunity or it is not suitable, then I can only apologize. He added silently in his heart.
John: “Well, thank you.”
Luke: "No, Walter is also my colleague."
After saying goodbye to John, Luke and his partner went straight home.
He and Selena had been working overtime until last night, so they could go home and take a nap.
All the people in Blood Skull's gang were taken to the detention room at the headquarters. There are now a lot of new and experienced people in the bureau who are waiting to gain experience and credit from this group of scum. The interrogation has nothing to do with people like them who are good at hands-on work.
When I got home, Jin Nugget was watching TV in the living room bored.
When it saw the two people coming back, it started to cry.
Luke: "Ok, we didn't have breakfast either. But didn't you give yourself a snack last night?"
Nugget: “Woof woof.”
Luke: "Okay, it's all digested."
The gold nugget was brought back by itself last night when the two of them were working overtime.
In the past, when it went out with the two of them at night, it would usually return home before midnight.
After all, Dollar is a dog. He will be very irritable if he doesn't sleep all night. Luke and Selina don't need him to stay up late.
The two washed up, had breakfast, and sorted out the information they brought back from the bureau.
Selina stopped her work first. "No matter how you look at it, there's no way this case can be traced back to Kingpin. The crime took place in Brooklyn, and the perpetrators were from a Brooklyn gang. The boss who ordered the thugs to disappear. Even if he had someone do it, it was too clean."
Luke nodded. "This guy can live a better and better life under the pressure of the FBI, DEA, and NYPD. Of course he has the ability. Otherwise, Rico (Anti-Organized Crime and Corrupt Organizations Act) would have sent him and his accomplices to prison long ago."
Unlike some of the movies Luke had seen in his previous life, even though there were as many as 1.4 million gang members across the United States, their lives were not as glamorous as in the movies and TV shows.
Taking LAPd and NYPD as examples, only the headquarters have a dedicated organized crime investigation bureau, and the number of staff is less than 100.
In their daily work, the serious crime squad basically covers their jurisdiction.
After all, the most common activities of gang members are robbery and murder.
The most common business of gang members is the sale of illegal drugs, which is also investigated by the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration), a specialized law enforcement agency.
The FBI, a department with a nationwide network and control over everything, is also competing for work.
Many times, the Organized Crime Bureau only serves as an auxiliary to other departments, or only investigates a particularly bad gang.
Therefore, their powers are not great.
Even though there are tens of thousands of gang members in Los Angeles and New York today, they are not taken seriously by the police.
Since the introduction of the Rico Act in the 1970s, gang bosses who were once rampant have either been thrown in jail or have become rats in their own sewers, lurking in the dark corners of society.
It is impossible to enter the superstructure openly as a gang leader.
Because the Rico Act does not require proof that someone is involved in a crime, but only requires that the person has a connection with a gang member, including funds, activities, or even just contact, in order to investigate them and send them to prison.
From then on, gang bosses could still make a fortune from illegal businesses and live a life of luxury, but they could no longer enter the powerful class of American society.
Don't even think about being a behind-the-scenes mayor who calls the shots like the protagonist in the movie Godfather.
Most gang members today are just the lowest class in American society.
Only in special circumstances such as the California earthquake will the police pay attention to them and prevent them from rioting collectively.
The rest of the time, they can only sink to the dark bottom of the big pond of society like the silt in the pond, and rot and die silently.
Even if they occasionally start fires and murders, they will be like mud stirred up at the bottom of the water, which will soon settle down and no longer attract the attention of ordinary people. It is impossible for them to make the water in the pond completely turbid.
In this respect, existence like Jin Bing is extremely rare.
This black overlord, who is famous throughout the United States, has extended his tentacles into the official circles of many cities over the years, but no one knows how to deal with him.
Because no one knows who Kingpin is or where he is.
Even though many middle and high-level police officers had heard of the name Wilson Grant Fisk, a search across the United States for names with the same or similar names did not find anyone who met Kingpin's target.
Obviously, like the honorific title Kingpin, the name Wilson Grant Fisk is not the true identity of this black overlord's daily activities.